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[willturntides]

If you don't know how to salt and preserve your game from hunting you're better off with things like squirrels and rabbits. There's no point in shooting a deer if you can't cut the meat properly and make it last.

[No tutorial on the 'how to' of drying meat, kids. If you want, you can ask.]Same for any larger animal like buffalo or bear. It's

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[accusedjonah]

[While you're talking, Tom, a certain midshipman-turned-pastor-turned-steward will just... walk over and leave a cup by you.

Talking about extra blankets? He half assumes you might be cold and just not saying anything.

So... have a hot cup of tea, fortified with just a few dashes of whiskey in the kettle.]

[willturntides]

[Tom is slightly bewildered when the cup is set down by him. He looks over at Jonathan and slightly fumbles in his speech.

He wasn't expecting that.]

Thank you.

[accusedjonah]

You're welcome, sir.

[willturntides]

How is the little goat faring?

[accusedjonah]

Quite well, sir. A healthy appetite but there is still plenty of grass around. [Soon, there wouldn't be, and the supplies would have to be gotten into for it and the oxen. Better than having to constantly use supplies, though, like one would on a ship.]

[willturntides]

Good.

We'll have to start wrapping it at night -- the ox too. Cold will get to be too much.

[accusedjonah]

Yes, sir.

I-- I am sorry, sir, that I... don't know more how to help.

[willturntides]

It's fine Jon.

Not much different from watching over young mids. Make sure they're warm, make sure they eat and that they don't fight. [He laughs at the comparison.]

[accusedjonah]

[Hollom chuckles slightly.]

The little goat does rather look like Boyle, doesn't he? Will try to eat just about anything, too, now that I think of it.

[...Give him a moment, and he'll realize he just said something half-kidding to a superior officer.]

[willturntides]

[Annnnd there's that barking laughter of his.]

Have you named it? [He's rather fond of Boyle suddenly.]

[accusedjonah]

[And Hollom looks almost sheepish at the laugh, realising what he said and half expecting a scolding.]

I... hadn't, sir. No, sir.

[willturntides]

If it's not of inconvenience to you, I might stick with that.

[He can't stop grinning, because Boyle would have a fit.]

[accusedjonah]

[Jon raises a hand to his mouth to both hide a grin and cough into to keep from laughing.]

I-- I can't say-- I'd object much, sir.

[willturntides]

[Why can't he stop laughing? Probably because Boyle really did resemble a kid.]

Excellent! Hah! Perhaps we can add a Williamson to our merry brood next.

[accusedjonah]

[Hollom chuckles quietly to himself.]

Perhaps we can, Mister Pullings.