Sixth Dispatch - [action]

[captainhornblower]

[Horatio Hornblower possessed a naturally quiet disposition. He preferred thinking to speaking more often than not. He was also often considered to be... "prone to melancholy" if a friend were speaking, "ill-tempered" if described by others. The two traits engaged and furthered one another constantly. When he thought for long periods of time about things that were not an imminent battle, his spirits sank. The worse his mood, the more he thought.

To stimulate the mind and make its burden easier to bear, Hornblower walked. Paced. The length of a quarterdeck suited perfectly, but Hotspur was long out of reach. Even the damned Retribution would have answered, but it, too, was far away.

Instead, he walked the length of a small wooden bridge over and over. That it was a known haunt for a particular pirate had either not crossed the Navy man's mind or had been dismissed. The click of his heels across the planks made him feel more at home. His solemn, focused expression remained unchanged with every step he took and every turn made to walk the path again as his customary hour became three.]

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[simplestgift]

[Eventually, there are other footsteps on the bridge. Archie is not yet familiar with this interrupt and die policy with regards to Horatio's pacing, but when his friend looks that deep in thought, he knows to wait to be noticed.]

[all7seas]

[At the sight of Horatio Hornblower pacing HIS marauding bridge, Jack bristled, slightly. Damned interloper. Damned Navy whelp captainish thing, wearing down the boards that HE was accustomed to wearing down.

It might be that Hornblower was not yet familiar with Jack Sparrow's interrupt the Navy captain policy. It would be Sparrow's duty to acquaint him with that policy.]

'Allo, Hornblower! Why don't you choose a side, man? You're putting down the trout.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[with her health much improved, Jilly's taken to walking again. Under McCoy's watchful eye, she'd relented to wearing a jacket to keep off the rain these past few days, but it hadn't stopped her from going out anyway.

Besides, watching the rain from indoors felt melancholy...but being out in it, that was something else entirely.

She's in a thoughtful mood herself, though more peaceful than pensive, when she catches sight of a form pacing on the bridge. The height is wrong for it to be Jack, but it's only when she's closer that she actually recognizes Horatio making his way back and forth over the small space.

Curious...and maybe a little concerned, she'll make her way over to stand by the railing...not quite in his path, but not quite out of it, either]