To be back on the Hotspur... He'd like nothing more. That is precisely what he longs for. To have Hotspur back beneath his feet, spokes of the wheel in his hand, to hear Matthews on the bosun's pipe when he came aboard, to be back on his ship.
But the Renown... Dark and treacherous, the woodwork laced with blood and pain. He left that ship long ago and has always tried to never go back, even in his mind, yet he often finds himself there when he sleeps. It occupies a place as dark as or darker than Justinian in the recesses of his mind.
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To be back on the Hotspur... He'd like nothing more. That is precisely what he longs for. To have Hotspur back beneath his feet, spokes of the wheel in his hand, to hear Matthews on the bosun's pipe when he came aboard, to be back on his ship.
But the Renown... Dark and treacherous, the woodwork laced with blood and pain. He left that ship long ago and has always tried to never go back, even in his mind, yet he often finds himself there when he sleeps. It occupies a place as dark as or darker than Justinian in the recesses of his mind.
Was it a good trip?]
Are you well, Miss Jilly?