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.]

Comments

[simplestgift]

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.]

[mikangirl]

[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.

[simplestgift]

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.

[mikangirl]

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

[simplestgift]

In the most predictable sense.

[mikangirl]

Well, I certainly hope he gets used to how things are different here. For his own sake, if nothing else.

[simplestgift]

And for the ship's. I'd rather she not languish at anchor because my crew went off in a huff. One of the women he insulted could turn the capstan practically on her own, I'd hate to think what she might do to him if he went too far.