{ Wounded Starters } 

Brushing off his first lieutenant’s well meaning hands for the third time Horatio found his patience had at last hit a breaking point. “Because I know a man’s limits as surely as I know my own threshold, Mister Bush! Attend to the guns if you please – it is a head wound, she’ll bleed heavily from but a scratch, which is nothing in comparison to what’ll become of you should you leave those men in my favor again sir!”