Twenty-three bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION]

[noprevaricating]

This is Mr. Kennedy. The Britannia, Luceti's new sloop of war under command of Captain Hornblower, is finished and for all purposes ready to sail. Unfortunately, as she cannot sail herself, Captain Hornblower is in need of a crew.

Not many are required simply to sail her. A half dozen at least, although we should prefer more. We do not expect

Comments

[Written]

[lists_to_port]

Kennedy--

Any takers?

---Sparrow

[Written]

[noprevaricating]

[A little while later.]

Two, possibly three thus far.

-Kennedy

[Written]

[lists_to_port]

Sailors?

[Because there ARE a fair few in Luceti, though he rarely sees them in action, apart from Law and his crew.]

[Written]

[noprevaricating]

Some.

[Written]

[lists_to_port]

Well that's not so bad, is it?

[Written]

[noprevaricating]

Better than I'd hoped.

[Written]

[lists_to_port]

Going to procure a cook?

[Written]

[noprevaricating]

I confess, I never thought that far ahead. I was worried we might not even find crew enough to sail her.

[Voice]

[lists_to_port]

Pfft. Why on earth would you think like that?

[Voice]

[noprevaricating]

Because I am a terrible first lieutenant?

[Voice]

[lists_to_port]

[There is just a kind of staggered silence at this, actually.]

[Voice]

[noprevaricating]

[Did he just break Jack's brain? Oops.]

[Voice]

[lists_to_port]

Terrible how, exactly?

[Voice]

[noprevaricating]

...We'll find out, I suppose.

[Voice]

[lists_to_port]

But I thought you did this sort of thing, Kennedy! With Hornblower! On the draft, certainly...?

[Voice]

[noprevaricating]

...You'll learn not to mind me when I say things like this, Jack.