If anyone were to ask him -- not that most anyone would, but certain kinds of small talk are often unavoidable -- Merriman would have to admit that he does not entirely care for the map that Lord Beckett had commissioned to adorn an entire wall of the governor's office. It gives him a vague sense of vertigo if he stares at it for too long, resonances of the imperial hubris that won't catch up to the British Empire for the better part of another century. As useful as it might be for estimating distances with some degree of accuracy, it is difficult to look at it without thinking of the man who had ordered it made.
If he looks out over the harbour, though, he can keep his back to it.
'I know that Mister Wellard is somewhere in the town, and I feel certain that he and Captain Sparrow would not be far from each other.' He looks over at Archie, one eyebrow slightly raised. 'They may be keeping under cover, of course. Captain Sparrow still has a price on his head, no matter who happens to be in charge of this colony.'
Merriman shakes his head. 'My knowledge of the town is still too general. From what I have been able to learn about the geography of this town, though, there are a few streets down by the docks where he would most easily blend in. One or two taverns near to there as well.'
"I would compare it to Kingston, but I was a bit indisposed for that portion of the trip. I think I can more or less discern the sort of place Jack's likely to frequent."
His hat is pulled firmly down on his head, and most of his beaded locks are less conspicuous than usual, if not exactly hidden.
Jack's sauntering along the street with an easy gait, weaving deftly in and out of the knots of passersby.
"The town's looking positively respectable these days," he drawls. Jack touches two fingers to his hat as he gives a once-over and a wicked smile to a flower-cart girl that they're passing, then turns to look at his companion.
"If a hurricane hits-" Wellard is dodging around people with as much skill as one can manage with bruised ribs, but he is managing to not draw attention to himself-
"I'd call that bad luck. Anyways, people are saying things are better than they had been, so while Port Royal won't ever rival Tortuga," He give Jack a grin, "It will be back to normal soon enough."
"Tortuga." His tone is wickedly knowing, but there's something fond about it as well. "Could go back there, you know. Be a whole different experience for you now, aye?"
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If he looks out over the harbour, though, he can keep his back to it.
'I know that Mister Wellard is somewhere in the town, and I feel certain that he and Captain Sparrow would not be far from each other.' He looks over at Archie, one eyebrow slightly raised. 'They may be keeping under cover, of course. Captain Sparrow still has a price on his head, no matter who happens to be in charge of this colony.'
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He doesn't have as much of the burden of association with Cutler Beckett. He rather likes the map, and is studying it with some fondness.
"Do you perchance know of anyplace in town Jack is particularly fond of? And haunts, as it were?"
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There's a wry little smile for Merriman.
"I would compare it to Kingston, but I was a bit indisposed for that portion of the trip. I think I can more or less discern the sort of place Jack's likely to frequent."
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Jack's sauntering along the street with an easy gait, weaving deftly in and out of the knots of passersby.
"The town's looking positively respectable these days," he drawls. Jack touches two fingers to his hat as he gives a once-over and a wicked smile to a flower-cart girl that they're passing, then turns to look at his companion.
"Likely Gibbs'd say it's bad luck."
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"I'd call that bad luck. Anyways, people are saying things are better than they had been, so while Port Royal won't ever rival Tortuga," He give Jack a grin, "It will be back to normal soon enough."
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"Tortuga." His tone is wickedly knowing, but there's something fond about it as well. "Could go back there, you know. Be a whole different experience for you now, aye?"
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"You can go anywhere now- the whole world, and then some."
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"Mate, a governor's office is no place for a man like me, savvy? What say you I slip on out, and we'll forget you even saw me."
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'Surely it depends on the governor in question, Captain Sparrow?'
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"... oh bugger."
Jack turns, hands spread wide and an engaging smile on his face.
"Commodore Lyon. Might have known the Company'd be keeping its hand in."
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(Merlion.)
"Mr Lyon." Quietly, with a faint smile, before giving Jack a sideways look.
"With all that was going on, I don't think it was exactly the Company that had him here."
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