Continued from Not what it seems.
Admiral James Norrington had just returned from a pirate hunt. Having rounded up a vessel of vile and dissolute creatures as his bounty. Hands clasped behind his back as he stepped away from the docks while his men continued to unload them from the Interceptor and dragged the shackled men to the iron bars they would be sleeping behind before their sunrise visit to the gallows.
He had been heading toward Beckett’s office, to report, when he heard, then felt the slobbery canine that had just lept upon him. Pawing at him and lavishing his smooth cheek a lick. “ Oh! Good heavens, Who’s dog is this?!” He grabbed hold of Eric by the scruff, wiping his face. Looking around, he didn’t get an answer and some of that façade of emotionless fractured a little.
He looked the dog over. “ Hmm, no tag” He scratched behind the canine's ears. “An affectionate creature, aren’t you? Beautiful too… I must admit. “ he caught those beautiful blue eyes and tipped his head. They …looked so familiar “ … very.. beautiful, indeed. “
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