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

[wouldntbetonit]

[Jilly's little reminder that he really should have thought before simply talking into the journal sends him into a quiet little panic. Still, he's as flinty as stalwart as ever when he answers in a flat voice.]

No, ma'am I have not.

[And then he catches that use of his first name and he squints keenly at the page. As if that will divine the answer to just who this was.]

[theoniongirl]

[she's really not sure whether to be relieved or not. It was good to know Horatio hadn't suddenly decided to alienate half his crew...but she couldn't imagine he'd be very happy about the outcome, if he hadn't been the one to start this.

She doesn't even tell him not to call her ma'am. She can only imagine how overwhelmed he already is with the people responding.

Gently] You've already mentioned the Britannia is understaffed. Maybe it would be best to take a break and...see how he'd like to handle this.

[before it got too out of control]

[wouldntbetonit]

I'll take that into consideration, ma'am.

[He's much too manry to say 'Good God you're right!', so this is the closest one can get atm.]