Today is a fellow Navy fanlady's birthday! :)

[caduceus]

Dear bimo,

I actually thought that I'd have to post some random Navyboy art in your honour today but.... well. The muses decided otherwise and insisted you should have a special card. So this is what I spent some time on yesterday afternoon, and you can find your birthday greeting here:

Comments

[bimo]

Aw, you are having me jumping up and down in full squee mode! This picture is awesome! The "Mardi Gras uniform", all those neat little details like Norrington's flowers, or the two marines almost collapsing under the weight of that fantastic, chocolate-covered cake!

I only wish I could have you all here for cake, tea and coffee, because given its amazing size it surely would take the entire Navy Girl fandom to eat it all up ;-)

Thank you so much! Inspiration is just the right wish for this year :-)

[caduceus]

Whee! So glad you liked it! :)

I hope this was not the only cake you got, and that you had a truly lovely day. We can come and stuff ourselves with cake and talk about Navy things another time... ;)

[joyful_molly]

It's not my birthday, but may I cry "Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!" anyway? How absolutely delightful! All the little details, and how confident Norrington strides along, with that victorious smile on his face! Love his eyes, too, and the bunch of flowers... awww! Not to talk of M + M struggling with the cake in the backgrund, that's so adorable!

Ah, Gillette, the bearer of gifts (I so wonder what's in the packets!!!) - one question, though... does the red bow decorate the top of the blue parcel, or is it wrapped around Mr. Gillette's head? If so, I'd like to say that he makes an excellent gift, and that I hope there will be no obstacles in his way. As he probably can't see a thing, this could end in tragedy... :-D

Fantastic, I'm ooooing and aaaaing here! :-D

[caduceus]

I'm sure bimo won't mind. ;) And you will have to ask her what was in those parcels...

"What makes you say that's Mr. Gillette? Why couldn't it be me?" asks Mr. Groves, who now sits in a corner and sulks because apparently nobody ever expects him to be helpful.
No, don't say it, I know. You know me too well... *sigh*

Anyway - Mr. Gillette doesn't need to see where he goes, he just blindly follows his Commodore and hopes not to bump into anything. And he states explicitly that the bow is not on his head, but on the topmost present. ;)