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Interesting night last night: ran into a bloke by the name of Tyler, got into a hell of a fist-fight and... let's just say that old lubbers' line about the Navy - you know, 'rum, sodomy and the lash' - well, there weren't no rum and unless someone on the Surprise finds out what we got up to, there won't be no lash, either. My bruises have bruises, I tell you; I'm aching in muscles I didn't even know I had. Which it's good, 'cos the Lord knows I was badly in need of a good fight. And the rest. *smirks* *winces at the pain in his jaw*
Ah well, better hope Captain Aubrey doesn't get to know. What he gets up to with the Doctor's his own business, but a sodomitical first lieutenant? Articles say I'd be strung up from the yardarm and I'm fairly sure no quick fight-and-a-fuck's worth stretching my neck ;)
Ah well, better hope Captain Aubrey doesn't get to know. What he gets up to with the Doctor's his own business, but a sodomitical first lieutenant? Articles say I'd be strung up from the yardarm and I'm fairly sure no quick fight-and-a-fuck's worth stretching my neck ;)