Captain Horatio Hornblower (
captainhornblower) wrote2011-08-31 11:31 am
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Eighth Dispatch - [written]
Wednesday, 31st August
I apologize that this cannot presently be done in person. I intended to rectify that as quickly as possible. However, since this journal is capable of sending this to multiple people at once, I do not feel as though I should delay any longer.
I want to thank those whom I have served with this last "draft," as you call it. I owe a particular debt and much gratitude to those of you who served on the Endurance. Our departure was sudden, or I would have thanked you by then. You did fine work, and I would consider it an honour to serve with you again.
I pray that all of you are no worse for the wear. Or that those injuries you suffered are on the fast mend.
Hornblower
I apologize that this cannot presently be done in person. I intended to rectify that as quickly as possible. However, since this journal is capable of sending this to multiple people at once, I do not feel as though I should delay any longer.
I want to thank those whom I have served with this last "draft," as you call it. I owe a particular debt and much gratitude to those of you who served on the Endurance. Our departure was sudden, or I would have thanked you by then. You did fine work, and I would consider it an honour to serve with you again.
I pray that all of you are no worse for the wear. Or that those injuries you suffered are on the fast mend.
Hornblower
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[It's not unfriendly, simply how he is used to responding to a knock when unable or unwilling to get up. Usually because he is busy with letters or does not want to be disturbed. This time, it's because he's too sore to move quickly.
He's in the living room doorway by the time Jilly peeks in.]
Miss Jilly. Good evening. Please, come in.
[He's a bit uneasy with how poorly dressed he is-- trousers and shirt only. Not the way to greet any company, much less female company...
But he can't bear a waistcoat today.]
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[they both get a smile as she comes further into the house, stopping long enough to set the soup on a nearby flat surface]
Do you mind the company?
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[He gestures to usher her in, though it's much more contained than he might otherwise have made. Lots of arm movement doesn't agree with his bound chest.]
Not at all, Miss Jilly. At least, I do not. Mr. Kennedy, though, might prove quite disagreeable. [It's light, easy.]
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Too bad. I guess my soup and I will have to go back home.
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[He chuckled faintly, flashing a small smile.]
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For that reason alone, I'd better stay. I might never see this opportunity come again.