Will straightened. "Sir." He nodded his head in respect. He held out the case. "Sword commissioned as requested. My master sends his apologies for not delivering it in person but some unexpected work came up." Bah. The old man was lying drunk on the floor - like he usually was - having not lifted a hammer since Will was fourteen. He had been the one to craft the fine workmanship of the sword. But like all things, the credit would go to the lazy old fool.

He watched as the Governor examined it. "A fine blade for a fine officer." He smiled, very proud of his work. He knew it was for Norrington. He didn't really care for the man - he was a rival interested in Elisabeth and that was that. But he did respect him and was proud to give him something of high quality. 

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Moving further down the beach, Abigail reached down and picked up some sand. She let it slide through her fingers before straightening. She didn't pay attention to the time. It was still early, that much she knew. She'd have to go back eventually - Norrington was getting a promotion today and she was expected to be there. Her uncle insisted on it. Just what she needed. A boring promotion with a bunch of protocol and pageantry. Boring. Still, it was expected and she had been used to doing things she didn't like since she was a small child. She was a lady. And despite what one wanted, you did what was expected of you. All the more reason she was going to enjoy her time here.