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[unpolitic_jack]

Hello! Captain Jack Aubrey, pleased to meet you all. I'm told that there's a series of books about me and my particular friend Doctor Stephen Maturin, written by a gentleman named Patrick O'Brian. It's twenty one volumes long, which seems excessive, particularly since they seem to be hefty volumes (rather like myself, ha!) and I'd say I didn't

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[avifauna]

*GLEE*

*albeit very reserved and gentlemanly GLEE*

So here you are at last, my dear. Upon my word, for a man who lectures incessantly on the amount of time that is not to be lost--

*not grinning, really, honest*

[unpolitic_jack]

*GLEE right back - much less reserved GLEE*

*chuckles* But I didn't know I had an appointment, dear. No-one at all sent me any word!

*oh, of course not*

*grinning enough for both, anyway*

[avifauna]

Nonsense. You have been expected almost from the very first -- advertised for -- subjected to innuendo in absentia --

And yet you dally aboard, I make no doubt, with your wretched ropes and sails and frog-puddings and I know not what. While the French and the black warlocks invade. For shame, sir.

yay!

[unpolitic_jack]

Indeed? ...Innuendo? *blank* Ah, then! I see I have been quite remiss. I shall have to make amends. *solemn - no, really! Solemn!*

Warlocks?

*beam!*

[_blueeyedsailor]

*smiles and bows* Welcome, sir! I've heard a bit about you, and I'm very glad to have you among us! We could always use more men of the sea, not to mention help outnumbering the mob of Frenchmen 'round here.

[unpolitic_jack]

Hello, Mr. Kennedy! Pleased to meet you. Indeed, indeed, it's always best to have a good, solid company of British seamen - in greater numbers than the corresponding company of French seamen, of course, ha!

[_blueeyedsailor]

*laughs* But of course, sir. It goes without saying.

[abaslabastille]

*knows a French Revolutionary should poke his nose into a thread full of British naval types, but is hopeless like that*

*bright smile* Come, now. What's wrong with us Frenchmen?

[silent_lark]

*curtsies* Welcome, Captain Aubrey! How thrilling, to be a sailor. I believe we've a few already, so you shall not have trouble finding company here. I do hope you enjoy it! Though I fear it may not be quite as exciting as life at sea seems to be.

[unpolitic_jack]

*bows* I am certain I will, dear lady. Especially with such charming women as yourself about.

*big, eager smile*

[silent_lark]

*blushes and smiles back*

[unpolitic_jack]

*glee!*

[desfeuilles]

*glances up the thread, rolls eyes*

Welcome.

[unpolitic_jack]

*blinkblink*

Thank you, sir. ...You're French, aren't you?

[desfeuilles]

*blinks at him mildly* Observant gentleman, aren't you?

[unpolitic_jack]

*blinks back*

*tries to think of a good retort*

*completely and utterly fails*

[sweariwontdie]

I'm French but I live in England.

*bows* Armand St. Just at your service, is it Capitain Aubrey?'

[unpolitic_jack]

Sensible of you! *grins*

*bows back* Pleased to meet you, Mr. St. Just. Yes, it'd be Captain Aubrey.

[sweariwontdie]

My sister married an Englishman. Maybe you've heard of him. Sir Percy Blakeney.

Being in the British Navy must be interesting for there to be so many books. There's you and that Horatio Hornblower, though I've only met his friend, Archie Kennedy. I love ships and being at see but I don't know anything about it. One day I'd like to do something other than sail back and forth across the channel.

[unpolitic_jack]

*looks completely blank* Not Navy, I take it?

*brightens - things he knows!* An excellent ambition indeed, sir! An excellent ambition. Channel crossings can be tricky, depending on the time of year, but they're not quite the thing for a real taste of the sea.