[Horatio Hornblower wrestled with a hundred different thoughts and worries.
The idea of a mutiny here. His friends. The people he was responsible for. How many innocent lives might be dragged into this insane action? How many people would die? How many people would be considered ringleaders and punished? What would become of those who joined but were not killed?
It was with these thoughts in mind that he did not even see Jilly where she stood. He did not run into her, but their shoulders clipped. He swore under his breath and turned.]
Pardon, I--
[The canned apology stopped, and he ducked his head sheepishly when he saw that not only had he managed to clip someone, no. He'd knocked into a woman. And Jilly at that.]
no subject
The idea of a mutiny here. His friends. The people he was responsible for. How many innocent lives might be dragged into this insane action? How many people would die? How many people would be considered ringleaders and punished? What would become of those who joined but were not killed?
It was with these thoughts in mind that he did not even see Jilly where she stood. He did not run into her, but their shoulders clipped. He swore under his breath and turned.]
Pardon, I--
[The canned apology stopped, and he ducked his head sheepishly when he saw that not only had he managed to clip someone, no. He'd knocked into a woman. And Jilly at that.]
Miss Jilly. I'm sorry. I didn't see you there.