Second Dispatch - [written]

[captainhornblower]

December 2nd,

I have asked a few individuals before my time with our [His pen hesitates, but he doesn't know what they can see. Since this book is obviously magical, he may as well be cautious.] hosts, and now, given the task they assigned me, I wish to ask the community at large.

In your harbour, there is a sloop-of-war with British colours on her called Britannia. Does she have a captain here?

I believe, with a bit of work (as she has been adequately maintained but requires attention in a few areas), she would be ready to take to sea come spring, provided there is a crew to do it. I am willing to [eager to, desperate to] take on that responsibility, but I would not wish to interfere with an already-present chain of command.

H. Hornblower

Comments

[ written ]

[captainhornblower]

Just over a year ago.

[A year without pay, and his debts were not even close to settled, not with the Admiralty.]

[ written ]

[greenjacketed]

Then -- upon my word -- they will have more need of you yet.

[ written ]

[captainhornblower]

Thank God. Didn't think Napoleon would let it rest at that.

[ written ]

[greenjacketed]

Ten years on, he still ain't resting. Not yet.

[ written ]

[captainhornblower]

Ten years. Good Lord. At least there's work for us lot, then.

[ written ]

[greenjacketed]

We're not obsolete. Yet.

[ he just learned that word last week WATCH HIM SHOW IT OFF. ]

[ written ]

[captainhornblower]

Certainly feel like it, things the way they are right now.

[ written ]

[greenjacketed]

And being here don't help.

[ written ]

[captainhornblower]

No, it doesn't, I admit.

[ written ]

[greenjacketed]

So we do what we can. And I can sail, a little. I am yours.

[ written ]

[captainhornblower]

I appreciate it, Major. Thank you.