"That a midshipman came into my cabin with mutiny and murder in his eyes." There is a faint tic in the corner of his mouth. "And that quite a lot of things happened very quickly after that."
He spreads his hands wide, indicating the expanse of endless sea and sand around them. "But there are no Spaniards here, Mr Wellard. No lieutenants, no surgeons, no one but us. And so now you shall see, as you could not before, what justice truly is."
He never takes his eyes off Wellard, but he stoops, very slowly, until he is almost on one knee on the flat unending sands. One hand reaches down to clench a fistful of sand -- but as he straightens back up and stands, it is not sand that runs through his fingers. It is a length of rope.
Sawyer gives the rope a quick yank, and sand scatters everywhere as the rope jerks up and into his hands.
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Date: 2007-07-13 05:17 am (UTC)He spreads his hands wide, indicating the expanse of endless sea and sand around them. "But there are no Spaniards here, Mr Wellard. No lieutenants, no surgeons, no one but us. And so now you shall see, as you could not before, what justice truly is."
He never takes his eyes off Wellard, but he stoops, very slowly, until he is almost on one knee on the flat unending sands. One hand reaches down to clench a fistful of sand -- but as he straightens back up and stands, it is not sand that runs through his fingers. It is a length of rope.
Sawyer gives the rope a quick yank, and sand scatters everywhere as the rope jerks up and into his hands.
At one end of the rope is a simple knotted noose.