The rope slides easily through Sawyer's hands as he gathers up the loose ends, until his fingers have closed around the knot of the noose.
"One choice is in your hands, Mr Wellard," he says calmly. "The other is in mine. One way or the other, we will see justice done."
His gaze is clear and bright -- and terrifyingly sane.
"Article Twenty-Two. If any officer, mariner, soldier or other person in the fleet, shall strike any of his superior officers, or draw, or offer to draw, or lift up any weapon against him, being in the execution of his office, on any pretence whatsoever, every such person being convicted of any such offense, by the sentence of a court martial, shall suffer death...."
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"One choice is in your hands, Mr Wellard," he says calmly. "The other is in mine. One way or the other, we will see justice done."
His gaze is clear and bright -- and terrifyingly sane.
"Article Twenty-Two. If any officer, mariner, soldier or other person in the fleet, shall strike any of his superior officers, or draw, or offer to draw, or lift up any weapon against him, being in the execution of his office, on any pretence whatsoever, every such person being convicted of any such offense, by the sentence of a court martial, shall suffer death...."