Horatio was holding his breath under the water. Not for any reason related to daring acts of heroism or peril, but to see how many multiplication tables he could make it through before his lungs felt like bursting. Actually, there were two reasons, but Horatio kept the other reason well guarded. The secret reason was that as a seaman, Horatio ( Read more... )

Horatio walked listlessly through the Compound. What on earth did he do all day to prevent this terrible boredom? He had distant and unattainable memories of endless patrols and paperwork, but that seemed so silly now that he was sure he was mistaken ( Read more... )