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[worththepowder]

With a surprising resemblence to the time a board of turnip-headed captains determined to rob me of the luxury of a commission and to return me to the cesspool of midshipmen, my c#%^ of a typist has denied me a story in favour of flinging me into this pit. I intend to make the best of it. I see young Snotty and Kennedy have already arrived. They

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[women_suck]

A brief glance around this place will acquaint you with an action called "fangirling"

Your presence seems to have caused my typingwoman to do the very opposite. Which is strange, because I would say we had rather a lot in common.

[worththepowder]

I don't give a fig for "fangirling." If your foolish typist has a fig, however, or a good beef roast... It's rather late and I've not had supper.

[women_suck]

Though on second thoughts, perhaps I have a little more charm.

[worththepowder]

You don't need charm when you have power.

[women_suck]

At least I have a title, which is more than you seem to, Mr. Midshipman.

[worththepowder]

I was stripped of my rightful rank. That is irrelevant. I know how to possess power.

[women_suck]

But not manners, evidently. Or respect.

[worththepowder]

You need neither when you have absolute power.