May 23, 2011 02:07
[Jack's tone is harried--a tad breathless.]
Dr. Maturin. If you are safe, notify me of the fact as soon as you are able.
If you are...injured.
Stephen. Please call.
[There's a shuffling sound and the creak of a door opening, the thud of it closing; the call ends just as the distinctive noise of metal on metal rings into the speaker as a sword is unsheathed.]
!: galatea,
!: stephen maturin,
jack aubrey