“Mister Bush – “ Horatio could do without coddling from this quarter, and was quite ready to make his opinion on the matter known before he noted the man’s expression. There was nothing in the older man’s features that indicated he meant offense – indeed, he seemed as earnest and loyal as ever, and Horatio even at the height of his melancholy found he could not bring himself to berate the man for attempting to alleviate it as best he could.
Returning his attentions to the paperwork upon his desk rather than continue to wither beneath his lieutenant’s concerned gaze, Horatio traced the line of their best passage north before remarking in a milder tone, “The cause of your concern shall pass as it ever does. It is merely the start of our voyage – shameful as it may be, I will acquire my sealegs in short order.”
His mood, admittedly, was mostly in relation to the fact that despite all his years in service to His Majesty’s Navy, he still had yet to defeat his greatest and most trying of adversaries.
Bloody seasickness.
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