1st Order [Voice]

[wouldntbetonit]

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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[voice]

[wouldntbetonit]

[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.]

[voice]

[bravelad]

[ Oh no he hates the super-glare. But his answer comes with a distinct lack of hesitation, for whatever that much is worth. ]

Without a doubt, sir. [ There is literally no place else he'd rather be than on this ship. ]

[voice]

[wouldntbetonit]

Very good.

[Grumbled:]

I can at least have faith in you, lad.

[Meaning the crew. Not the officers. Bush would never dare.]

[voice]

[bravelad]

[ ...ahhh, he'll tack on in truest reserved fashion. ] I'm certain she'll be well-crewed to whatever end. [ Or at least he really likes to think so.

He enjoyed the tour with potential crew volunteers, for all that he knew he would probably never see a stranger collection of volunteers again. It would likely involve a lot of work, getting everyone and everything into proper form, but if Mr. Kennedy and Captain Hornblower had made their choices, well. He'd hardly object to working towards their preferences. That is what puppies are meant to do. ]