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

[Voice]

[wouldntbetonit]

[He is shocked...for lack of a better word, that someone is being civil. He'd like to know whos toes he stepped on here. (isn't it sad.)]

...Thank you ma'am.

[Voice]

[shadedsunlight]

[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.

[Voice]

[wouldntbetonit]

Of course, ma'am.

[He'd tip his hat if he could see you.]