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[accusedjonah]

Who: Jonathan Hollom and others
When: Day 75, sundown
Where: Bell Pointe's beach
What: A return from the dead. Again.
Rating: PG? PG-13?

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Baww Hollom. Have an unknowing Colonel?

[mylordtoyou]

Since he and Captain Hornblower had begun speaking of attempting to leave this place, there had been mention of the two ships moored to the beach. While knowing very little of vessels in general, even less of those that were not European, Lord Edrington still felt the need to inspect this small ship that Hornblower had mentioned.

A Chinese Junk, it was called. By his observations, a rudimentary vessel at best. It lacked all the rigging that so defined the western naval power. The one next to it however...

He walked further along the beach to inspect what looked to be a very English vessel, although he'd not seen one quite so dark before. That was until he heard what could not be the crash of waves. No, those were distinctly footsteps in the water

[accusedjonah]

...He knew that voice.

Jonathan Hollom looked up when spoken to, his eyes wide. He looked young, terribly young. Like a boy caught playing when he was not to be. He opened his mouth to speak, but then he realized something.

He could no longer see what he knew to be to his right. He could not...

He swallowed hard, trying to process what had happened. It didn't occur to him how rude he was being, standing where he was and (seemingly) staring at the redcoat in front of him. Nor did he realize that his open shirt would reveal that scar if one looked close enough.

Hollom only stood completely still and tried to think.

[mylordtoyou]

While Hollom may have thought himself to be staring, to the soldier swathed in red he looked on the verge of panic. Edrington stepped forward, squinting his eyes against the sunset to regard the waterlogged looking boy better.

"Are you all right man? Speak."

If he knew what troubled him, he could at least lend some assistance. Or if it was himself that was the problem, well. He could address that if it came.

[accusedjonah]

"I--"

It was not his place to burden a stranger with this newly found anxiety. Another death had not claimed him. That was troublesome enough. But to have no sight in his right eye. God help him. But this man...

There is no dignity in suicide.

A man of strength, of command. A man like Captain Jack Aubrey. A man who his actions had disappointed. Again.

He bowed his head, unable to look at him.

"Y-yes, sir."