Horatio Hornblower Alphabet Soup!
As per usual, I'm posting this a wee bit early for those of you who are ahead in the timezones from me, especially since at my new job I have absolutely NO chance to get on LJ during the day. It is also open season on the remaining letters, so fill in as you please (E, I, J, V, and Z are available!)
So it is with great enjoyment that I now say:
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So it is with great enjoyment that I now say:
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“You have to admit, Horatio, that it’s a lovely city.”
Horatio looked at the buildings of New York disdainfully. “Maybe so, but they stole the designs from us.”
Bush glanced at him. “I wasn’t aware you were so bitter about losing America.”
“I’m not,” Horatio growled, turning away from the railing and retreating towards his cabin, “I’m bitter about being perpetually associated with the loss.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Bush said, “You were born…”
“The same day they decided to revolt. You can’t imagine the teasing I got at school because of it, especially once the bloody Americans started treating it as a holiday. I was actually blamed for the revolt!”
“What?” Bush was shocked, albeit a little amused, “Who made that leap of logic?”
“You know how a child’s mind works. They just liked having something to use against me other than my surname.”
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Horatio entered his cabin and brushed his hair from his eyes, waiting for his heart rate to return to normal before he attended to business. The Sutherland had just encountered a French ship, and after a short but intense battle, their quarry had slipped away, nursing several gaping holes in her side. Horatio thought it best to write a report to the Admiralty as soon as possible.
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