#aubryead

[thekenobee]

So I finished "The Surgeon's M8"

[thekenobee]

OH you are in for so much this book

60 thousand bees, a debauched sloth and now-

[fuckyeahnaturalphilosophy]

'How lucky I am: sometimes it terrifies me. Dearest Jack...' Her inner eye filled with a brilliant image of Jack Aubrey, tall, straight, cheerful, overflowing with life and direct open affection, his yellow hair falling over his post-captain's epaulette and his high-coloured weather-beaten face stretched in an intensely amused laugh: she could see the wicked scar that ran from the angle of his jaw right up into his scalp, every detail of his uniform, his Nile medal, and the heavy, curved sword the Patriotic Fund had given him for sinking the Bellone. His bright blue eyes almost vanished when he laughed -- all you saw were shining slits, even bluer in the scarlet flush of mirth. Never was there anyone with whom she had had such fun -- no one had ever laughed like that.

H.M.S. Surprise