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       It was not uncommon for Englishmen to balk at her title, or even her duty- to take up arms against the French, in any means possible. She enjoyed it, sometimes, to see the disbelief in a man’s face. To know her kill count is far greater. So she did not take offense at the surprise upon his visage, and instead smirked knowingly.

       “The army does not allow it, no,” she said, and she turned her head to watch Antonia, who simply stared at the man before her, a stranger with many shiny buttons, “But I give them no choice. You see, I know this land, the language, the people...they either accept my help, or they become blind and deaf.” She lowered her head in thanks of his words- few would acknowledge them to be a vital part in the war, in all their battles.

      “There is nothing to forgive, Mr. Hornblower,” Teresa smiled, shifting Antonia on her hip as she tried to reach for his golden trim- she gently lowered her daughter’s inquisitive hand, “For no offense was taken. What brings you here today, if I might ask?”

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Mr. Sharpe I have heard tell that you are also an enthusiast of Spanish ladies. Might I perhaps seek your advice in that regard?

     “Enthusiast?”

     Richard Sharpe was not an… enthusiast in much of anything. He was a soldier; he did his duty, and in the darker moments, the heat of the battle, he enjoyed his grim work. And he certainly wasn’t an enthusiast when it came to women.

                                                    Spanish or otherwise.

     He was a lover of women, certainly, and the lover of one particular Spanish partisan who was riding the hills and killing the French. And it seemed that every bloody person from Oporto to Madrid bloody knew about it.

     Bloody Hogan and his loose mouth.

     Wetting his lips, he glanced at the naval officer out of the corner of his eye, half-tempted to scoff loudly at the conversation at hand. Enthusiast–like women were some sort of wine. The lad probably had no idea what he was talking about. But he was asking for advice ( for help, most likely ) and this was a rare opportunity for Sharpe to impart some wisdom, passed down from a redhead in the gutters who taught a young Dick Sharpe everything she knew.

     “Advice in which regard, Mr. Hornblower?” A brow quirked and the rifleman gave the seaman a knowing look. The rest of the question went unasked; the women or the activities?

     “Women ain’t that bloody complicated. It’s ‘ard when they’re Spanish, maybe, and don’ speak good English. Bu’ that’s a language thing, not a woman thing.”

     Arms folding over his chest, the knowing look became more pointed, trying to dig into the root of the problem, to lay it bare and out in the open. He was not very good at small talk, awkward with conversations like this, and instead of beating around the bush he pounced.

       “So. Wha’ advice about Spanish ladies’re ye lookin’ for exactly, Mr. Hornblower?”

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The sun of the early evening was low and falls through the colourful leaves of the autumn and reflected in the puddles on London's streets. William was in an good temper and on his way to Picaddly to visit his parents. And although he and his father didn't get along well with each other, he was thrilled to see them again, in the end he was the last six months on sea.

The shop sign "Barthe-Mowett, Colonial goods, Bank and Prize agency" appears in Fri t of him and as he wanted to open the door, it was pulled open and crashed against the wall. A young man with brown curls and a navy uniform with two epuletts appeared in the doorway. A post-captain he recognized. The man cursed, ignored William and walked away . In that moment he was confused but then he heard the reason of his reaction. His father stands in the middle of the store and screamed a bunch of curses and after he saw his son he screamed a few more. He couldn't stay even longer and after one hour he left them. His father Charles haven't calmed down, at first he cursed about the navy and called all of her members sea-faring assholes. He knows that he has to ignore him in that mood but as he called his son a bloody disaster, a looser. He left. Well his grandfather and his mother were very happy to see him again. He was just a few steps away as his mother followed him, very upset and a stack of letters in her hands. She explains him that the young man before him must forget them and now she didn't know what to do. She couldn't left the store. William looked at them and saw they were addressed to a lieutenant, master and commander and finally to a Captain Horatio Hornblower on different ships. And with a second look on his watch he saw it was to late for the post office. Finally he took the letters in his coat and promised his mother that he would take care of them. It was to early for the theatre and so he walked to the club, maybe he meet somebody well known. Over-there he looked through the great tall, only a few were present and unfortunately nobody he knows. But there, at the fireplace, somehow this person seemed familiar to him. Slowly he approached the man and indeed, he couldn't believe his luck, it was the Captain from the Store. " Excuse me, Sir ?" No reaction. " Sir....? Are you Captain Hornblower, Sir ?"

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          ‘ ‘ Arthur, ’ ’ said Hornblower. ‘ ‘ There baby, there. ’ ’ He laughed. ‘ ‘ Pretty? ’ ’ He asked when the babe reached for his gold buttons. He bounced the child gently on his knee && smiled at him. ‘ ‘ That’s a man! ’ ’ He exclaimed when the babe at last grasped his button. 

          ‘ ‘ He is a fine baby, ’ ’ said Horatio. He had suddenly recalled the presence of the lovely woman who had brought him. The child had made him happier than he had been in a long time. ‘ ‘ I used to have two of my own, a boy && a girl. ’ ’ His smile faltered for a minute when he recalled how the children had died of smallpox.

“He’s a good little fellow, as babies go.” It was, of course, hard to find a bad one. That was the appeal of them as far as Thera was concerned; infants worked purely on face value, there was never any deceit. “His usual nanny is ill, so I’m just stepping in for the day. Unfortunately,” She rolled her shoulders gratefully now that she was no longer carrying Arthur’s weight, “I only have one pair of hands.”

The officer’s remark about his own children gave her a second’s sudden pause, unsure of what to say. ‘I’m sorry’ seemed bland , and she didn’t want to stir up sad memories by asking questions - so instead she simply nodded, sympathy plain in her face and eyes. “If you don’t mind keeping him busy for a few minutes, I’ll fix up his pram.”

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' ' Archie... ' ' Horaito said nervously.

“Horatio…” Archie answered in an equally nervous tone. Oh god, what had Archie done this time?

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[ 9:08pm Horatio Hornblower ] yes, it was lovely to meet you as well

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[hxrnblower] “That was a pretty hard fall, do you need help?”

“I’m fine. Don’t fuss over me like an old mother, Horatio. You act as though I’m infirm.” He pulled himself to his feet, though his head was swimming. Then, he added firmly. “Which I am not nor have I ever been”