[Norrington knows where he is, what he doesn't know is why. He wanders Tortuga aimlessly in the blood-stained uniform of the EITC, hoping that if he walks and thinks long enough, something will start to make sense.
An hour later and his circumstances are as mysterious as ever, but he has found a moment of certainty in the sight of a filthy blackguard accosting a young woman. As a gentleman, the action he must take is clear.
He pulls the man's arm off of the girl and inserts himself between them, aggressively looming.]
The lady isn't interested. Go back to the pig pen you came from.
[He reaches for the hilt of his sword, to rest his hand on it in implicit threat...but his sword isn't there.
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An hour later and his circumstances are as mysterious as ever, but he has found a moment of certainty in the sight of a filthy blackguard accosting a young woman. As a gentleman, the action he must take is clear.
He pulls the man's arm off of the girl and inserts himself between them, aggressively looming.]
The lady isn't interested. Go back to the pig pen you came from.
[He reaches for the hilt of his sword, to rest his hand on it in implicit threat...but his sword isn't there.
Well.
That unfortunately complicates things.]