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what in the --

[Give him a moment. He just figured out how to use this monstrosity.]

I'm -- ah -- not sure if anybody is listening to this. This is a message to Luceti. [He pronounced it wrong. Whichever way you pronounce it, Lucetians, he did it wrong. Judge him and his lack of talent with foreign words.]

There is a ship in port, The Britannia. Quite a beauty, I have to commend Mr Kennedy for the design of her. Unfortunately she's come to be rather understaffed, so if there are any men who are interesting in crewing her....I'm sure her captain would appreciate it greatly.

That is all...back to your business.

[If William Bush could have it his way, he'd start a press-gang right here, right now. But that required a navy and men to help. So asking nicely would have to do.]

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[Oh, we can do rank.]

Derek Bliss. Vampire Hunter for the Van Helsing Group, stationed in the United States of America, roughly two hundred years after your time. Usually solo, but when a group is needed, appointed team leader.

Also ranked Captain in the US Army Rangers.

My experience with sailing rigs is on a personal level, but it's long standing and since early childhood.

And what might you suggest ma'am?

Well? I'd start off by suggesting that you stop calling me ma'am.

Would you be so kind as to clarify your meaning?

[It's an utterly idiotic statement to make, but Ginia writes it off as him being a man of his time, and that cannot be held against him. In time, hopefully, he will realize most of the women here can hold their own.]

Of course, sir, though I hope you realize any note I put up will be a more general call. The captain is free to pick who he wishes from those who may be interested.

Nice save. [Except for the fact that he's scoffing to someone else about better trained women.] I take it you know this idiot, then.

Not especially well. [That's right, he's throwing you under the bus, William.] But we have served together before, and I encourage you to pay him no mind. He's a hell of a sailor, but not a very original thinker. Not very much of a thinker at all, really.

[Exactly none of this is filtered.]

[That's good, because this casual insult mollifies her slightly.] I'm guessing he didn't take well to the fact that women are already serving on your boat, then.

Ship. [It's a gentle, automatic correction.] He's puzzled, yes. Not that he can do a damned thing about it. He'll learn, in time. He's not a bad sort at all.

[ Uhm.

He's happy for you, sir, and he's gonna let you finish.

But oh. Even judging from the few ladies that he's talked to since arriving, just oh. ]

I wish you the best of luck in finding volunteers, Mr. Bush.

Wanna have the captain tell me that now?

Miss Fray, Captain Hornblower.

I can assure you that you are welcome on my crew.

[So much damage control and balancing between the two lieutenants. But there's precious little crew to be had at all... he can't lose one who Archie has made sound quite valuable.]

Well, Miss Fray? Is that satisfactory?

[Ugh bowing to womens' whims like this. Kennedy is starting to think Bush has a point.]

Tell me this, then -- what sort of chaps are you looking for to serve on this boat of yours? I might be interested!

[And Bush is mimicking the calm, narrow-eyed look Kennedy. He has a poker face. When he's not playing poker. If he wasn't so damn bad at math he might be good at gambling.]

I don't believe I need to Mr. Kennedy.

[So much for the calm.] You've publicly second-guessed the crew I found, William! You've insulted valuable sailors and you haven't even been here a fortnight!

Ship. [Agreeing easily.] Is he a navyman as well?

[Hey. Hey Wellard.

Feel the super-glare.]

I can trust you'll be among them alongside me, Mr. Wellard.

[Because lol -- he isn't a lieutenant here. Not unless Horatio wants him to be one.]

Regrettably, miss, she is no vessel of mine.

I only make the request out of concern.

She's no ship of mine, ma'am.

[He has to make this clear. Damnit, Bush think it through before you post to the journal!]

Surely there must be some men wishing to crew a lovely vessel like her.

[He's desperate now.]

[Indeed. Bush can get loud if necessary Mr. Kennedy.]

Women, Kennedy! You've damn near forsaken how many years of tradition in favor of having an almost entirely female crew!

[He goes quiet for a moment. Simply staring at him. Who are you?]

...I think you've had too much of shore.

Looks like you don't have enough men with good sea legs. Lucky you.

[GRIN, as she waves a cigarette at the air to herself.]

If it bothers you so, you can always watch from the shore while I take your place? Wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable, Lieutenant. [yes I'm a peeper on this journal, it's only the best pastime]

Since half your crew are going to be women, despite your best efforts, I mean.

[Heh.]

While their enthusiasm is appreciated, I suggest they find more suitable pass-times.

But, of course, I am not the one they shall be taking orders from. Nor should they.

[...That was painful.]

It is Mr. Kennedy and Captain Hornblower who decided on the crew. I can only make my suggestions.

Any man worth his salt.

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