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The Mauritius Command, Chapter Onethis weekend ( Read more... )

Admiral Bertie, Pullings, Keating, Clonfert and McAdam, and everyone else!

McAdam sat on the side of the bed, weeping now, his fury gone with his shouting; and between his sobs he said, "It was the cheering that woke him. What are they cheering for? says he, and I said the French have surrendered. Aubrey will be here and you shall have your Nereide ( Read more... )

Ch 10 discussion post for Jack and Stephen.

"Give it here," said Jack. He grasped the magazine, sloped the page to the light and pored over it intently.  "At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son.  Well, I'll be damned. God bless me. Lord, Lord . . . upon my word and honour . . . I'll be ( Read more... )

Wow, the final chapter already.

Post here your opinions in general about this chapter, and, why not?, the entire book or series up to this point.

Remember to spoilerspace!

There are so many good crew moments in this. The Africaines swarming aboard, the rivalry between them and the Boadiceas, Bonden's translations and Killick telling Jack to put on some old clothes, but this is my favourite bit.

Men fell apart, stared impersonally at one another, and moved slowly away. The extreme tension died with extraordinary speed ( Read more... )

Jack AND Stephen again, finally.

"There is not a moment to lose," cried Stephen, starting up.
Jack pressed him back into the cot with irresistible force, and still in the same soothing voice he said, "We are not losing any time at all, old Stephen. Not a moment."

Yay for out of context slashery? Ahem, sorry, sorry.

Chapter Nine in which Farquhar doubts Jack's sanity, the crews are ghouls, Bonden translates, and the TIDE FINALLY TURNS!

Whoo!!

General and nautical here. *points at comment box*

*cough* Looks like Corbett's plum hadn't had any effect on him after all.

Officers, landsmen and seamen all lumped together. Spare some love for our Pullings.

"How is Captain Corbett," asked Jack. "Did the French take him aboard?" 
Silence. Then, "Don't know, sir." He looked at them in surprise. In front of him was a row of closed faces: the rare, ( Read more... )

More of the "or" than the "and" in this chapter.

I love Jack in action, ship actions are to Jack what telephone booths are to Clark Kent.

"His face is darker than I have ever seen it," observed Stephen, looking at him from the taffrail. "Up until now, he has borne these reverses with a singular magnanimity, greater by far than I had looked for. Not a ( Read more... )

Lots of nautical in this chapter. Was there anything that had you confused or that you didn't understand, ask us here and the rest of us will also go "bzuh, no idea".

Mandc_read, where you never feel alone in your incomprehension.

Also general, you know the drill.