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"This is for you, sir. From Lieutenant Groves." Colin smiled politely up at the other man, pleased to see his task carried out. (heartscfoak)

The leer smiled down at the lad and took the small parcel. He’d been down below deck for several hours since they’d departed. No doubt the Lieutenant would be getting quite bored with his station on deck with Baribus not there to participate in their usual game of pranks. However, the laggard had a letter to write and he was quite intent upon it.

“Thank you my boy,” Baribus said with a nod and a smile before pausing and putting a knuckle to his chin. This was a new face to him, a young lad possibly twelve or thirteen. 

“Hmm. I don’t think I’ve been acquainted with you yet,” he remarked and extended his hand. “I am Baribus Thatch, and you are?”

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Watching the lieutenant with a critical eye, Welsh had to shake his head. He knew of course the pair of lieutenants were young men, had been as weathered by the salt as the rest of them but barely in their mid-thirties by most guesses, now it felt like the ship was run by boys. “Hardly look older’n that lad Mister Foster.” The old sailor stopped and his lips pursed together into a line, suddenly fearful he had said something far too familiar.

Rumors around the ship were that they weren’t returning to England, but that might not be true, and he could have made a grave mistake. Even if they were going pirate, it was still bad policy for him to assume such a manner with an officer. “Sorry sir.” Still, boy looked anything but the same stoic Kingsman who had led them out here, looked like a bright-eyed university type.

Gillette’s shoulders slumped a little at Welsh’s criticism. Not quite what he wanted to hear, but glad to know the sailor was honest. “No, it’s alright. Don’t need to apologize for telling the truth. I believe it was Shakespeare who advocated that ‘honesty is the best policy,’ though I do believe that may not be true when speaking to officers or kings.”

He offered a small smile so Welsh would know he was not deeply hurt by his comment. “Any word on Lieutenant Groves’ recovery? Is he awake?”

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After the conversation with the captain, Theodore barely stumbled his way down to his own cabin before collapsing entirely. He didn’t remember removing his coat and boots. Like before, he woke slowly, actually surprised to even see the walls of the cabin. Not having the energy to move just yet, feeling a bit how he imagined a kitten might feel, he tried to fall back asleep. That failed, so, figuring that at the very least he would need a new shirt, he tried to one-handed open the sea chest, which was unfortunately too far out of reach.

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