Or, he felt like all were staring at him as he tried casually sauntering down the main street on his way back to the inn, where he'd awoken in a fright. His hair was tied back because he didn't know how else to wear it, and was getting a couple of looks from quite a few of the fine citizens of Rome. ]
Go ahead, it's not like I know what's going on, either. [ He mumbled, sighing heavily. Perhaps he should go to a bath before heading home - to his new home. It would be one day to try and relax...at least he hoped. Since he'd gotten here, to this new place where this Author manipulated him and many others, everything was so weird. He'd agreed to a truce with Sparrow, met a redhead who smoked like it was going out of style - not that Norrington knew what 'in style' even meant - and cursed worse with a coarser mouth than any pirate he'd ever met.
Perhaps a bath was a better idea. He switched directions and began heading for the bathhouse, avoiding the stares of the others and keeping his eyes glued forward. ]
This is utterly ridiculous. I've been made such a fool...a Commodore of the Royal Navy! Reduced to this!