[He sees the post, obviously. He makes sure to check the blasted thing once in the morning and once in the evening. Daylight hours are reserved for chores and attempting to stave off restlessness in the form of pathetic gardening and knot tying when he sits still.
He might resort to trying to learn to swim soon if he has to. Which would be a fantastic disaster, of course.
When he sees Hornblower's post, Bush has a debate with himself on how to exactly go about it. Should he write? Should he simply meet with him in person? It infuriates him just how unsure he is of himself with this and his pride wins out with him standing at the threshold of Horatio's quarters, asking for permission to speak with him.]
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He might resort to trying to learn to swim soon if he has to. Which would be a fantastic disaster, of course.
When he sees Hornblower's post, Bush has a debate with himself on how to exactly go about it. Should he write? Should he simply meet with him in person? It infuriates him just how unsure he is of himself with this and his pride wins out with him standing at the threshold of Horatio's quarters, asking for permission to speak with him.]