TMC Ch 6: Fleetmates and army gents.
So basically anyone who isn't Jack or Stephen.
"Now, gentlemen," said the Commodore, when they were all assembled, "when can your ships proceed to sea?"
If it were not for Pym's vile newfangled iron tanks, the Sirius could be ready in a couple of days: if it had not been for the yard's incomprehensible delay over the long-promised iron horse, the ( Read more... )
"Now, gentlemen," said the Commodore, when they were all assembled, "when can your ships proceed to sea?"
If it were not for Pym's vile newfangled iron tanks, the Sirius could be ready in a couple of days: if it had not been for the yard's incomprehensible delay over the long-promised iron horse, the ( Read more... )
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If the fates see fit to rid you of those pimples, please come round here to discuss trigonometry. I love a man with a brain.
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PS Not a word to Mr Pullings. I may have promised undying love to him, too...
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I'm afraid, when Mr Richardson loses his pimples, an admiral will keep him otherwise occupied
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I'll be losing my heart to William Reade not long after!
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How about Horatio Hanson?
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Well, now, if you chose to tip it the most uncommon civil, you could say Captain." "You do not tell me so? And are you indeed a captain already?" "Not by land, sir; I am not Captain P by land. But at sea I am the captain of the Groper transport. You can see her from here, if you stand from behind the tree.
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