Ah. Mr. Bascùd...?

Butterfly Where is the child? Suzuki Playing... Shall I call him? Butterfly Leave him at his play, Leave him at his play... Go and play with him. [ Suzuki refuses to go away and throws herself...white veil is round her neck; smiling feebly she greets the child with her hand and drags herself up to him. She has just enough strength left to embrace him, then falls to the ground beside him.

[ Tutti Zitti (Quiet Everyone) A solemn, formal occasion- at least for the moment.  James as B.F. Pinkerton, clad in the formal uniform of a US Naval lieutenant, and next to him his bride, Cio-Cio San...begins proper, and the crowd- some Butterfly's friends and relatives, some men in Pinkerton's regiment, or other, American friends of his- congratulate them.  There is a general, happy noise and hubbub]

Has... has anyone seen my fiancé? Lieutenant Pinkerton? He-- he promised to come to me, after he consulted Goro, the marriage broker, but I have yet to see him all morning. Could it be, he has changed his mind?

Norrington had mostly stuck close to the hotel, not wanting Calleigh to be in want or need and him not able to provide. With the closure of the flower shop for the moment he was at loose ends as it came to work and it gave him plenty of time to ponder that which he'd not yet achieved--it was never a good place for him to be. He'd been full of hope those long years before when crossing the Atlantic...

Title: Redemption Character: James Norrington Medium used: Photoshop 7.0 Time taken: ~1 hour Fanart from: a german fanfiction Finished: April 30th, 2008 Anything else: my first try with halftones (or patterns or how you call them) ShortCut of the fanfiction : The fanfitction is set after 'Dead Man's Chest' and somekind before 'At World's End'. James Norrington is Admiral under Lord...

. . . I didn't know you knew James.

I see that people have, in the main, returned to their usual forms.  ... Is there any particular reason I have not? Is anybody else suffering similarly? 

I am aware that this is at quite short notice, but is there anybody here who might be able to... take me in, as it were, for the duration of this virus?  I do not like to try my luck any longer than I...of herself... well.  I would doubtless be locked in one of the cells in my own Fort, and when the virus subsided, and I was found in my own form, sitting in jail... I cannot even imagine what would result.

... And I thought the so-called 'Pokemon' virus was bad. I am a woman.  I... every part of my anatomy has been-  I'm a woman . Oh, good Lord preserve me, what have I done to deserve this?  I cannot...the Commodore, because as far as anybody else is concerned, he isn't here.  And.... clothes!  I cannot wear my own clothes out of doors, I'll look like a wanton, a lunatic. Bloody hell.