#ofcadogans

[undauntedloyalty]

"Gillette, get down!" A shout of warning from the often errant Third Lieutenant, and then Nathaniel had sprung over, pushing them both down out of the way just as a stack of cargo broke loose and smashed down right where he would have been standing. Well, whoever secured *that* hadn't done it right, clearly. The Captain was going to have a fit. - Nathaniel

Before he could turn his head to spot the danger Cadogan had barreled into him. Gillette went sprawling across the deck. The force of the connection knocked the hat and wig off his head, both falling neatly beside the smashed crates and barrels.

Gillette scrambled to his feet; his mind trying to understand what had happened. Amber eyes found the ruined cargo and then turned upon Nathaniel. “Um...t-thank you, Nathaniel. I am in your debt. You almost were just promoted to second lieutenant.”

[undauntedloyalty]

"Lieutenant Gillette, sir?" Georgie Cadogan came dashing up. "I'm glad you're feeling better, sir! Everyone was very worried about you." - Georgie.

The weather wooden rail felt unfamiliar to his hand as he gripped it, making his first appearance on the deck. Sunlight illuminated the dark masts and spars. Holes in the canvas scattered dots of light about the deck. Bright bits of gold and paint dared to glint from beneath the dirt and decay, evidence of her previous grandeur. Gillette frowned at the state of the ship. Enchanted, she may be, but it hurt his eyes- and his sailor’s soul- to see her so.

Will’s frown lifted at Cadogan’s call. “Mister Cadogan. Proof that fortune does indeed favour the brave.

“Better, yes. I might have to contest your use of ‘everyone’, though.”

[therapardalis]

"Sorry, hello, are you Miss Thera? Captain Barbossa told me to run and bring you this message, ma'am." The eager young midshipman held out a tied letter, with a tentative and friendly smile. - George

“I …” There was the usual instinctive reluctance to own up to that first question, not knowing what mischief it might bring - but she was reassured by both mention of the Captain’s name and the nervous expression.

“Yes, that’s me. Thank you.” She took the letter with a smile in return, unfolding it to read - and carefully schooling her features toward surprise rather than chagrin. Oh, Hector, for goodness’ sake … 

“Oh dear.” A gasp, crumpling the letter back into folds. “It seems there’s some nastiness afoot, and Captain Barbossa is concerned.” For this lad, apparently, though few details were given, and she could hardly explain that to him. “I confess I feel a little afraid, sir - I’m sorry, but would you be so good as to stay with me awhile?”

[toodamnloyal]

"Lieutenant Groves?" Georgie was sat there, on a box, hugging the purring mouser. "Are you feeling much better, sir?" - Georgie

“Yes Mister Cadogan.” Enjoying the fresh air and the breeze of the deck Groves smiled pleasantly for the boy and reached over to scratch the big orange cat. “I’m quite recovered. Even if I weren’t I think I would be in quite good hands, considering that not a single one of you men has taken your eyes off myself or Gillette since we arrived on deck.”

[ohxhangxme]

"Can I help at all?" Enter the bouncy seventeen-year-old Midshipman, now one of Barbossa's mingled crew. - Georgie

“I dun’ think so. I dun’ think tha’ anyone can. ”

After all, he’s been like this for some time now. He must be beyond help at this point.

[ohxhangxme]

"You are a pirate, I was Third Lieutenant. Now, we are just getting blind drunk in Tortuga. The fates are laughing at us." - Nathaniel.

@ofcadogans

“I dun’ b’lieve in th’ Fates.”

Certainly not. Belief in Fates would mean that he hadn’t made his own choices. That he isn’t really free. Believe in Fates would mean that Michael was supposed to die as part of some greater plan, and that couldn’t be true.

But rather than elaborate that to the one sitting with him, the one who had sat beside him unasked, he simply raises the tankard to his lips and tilts it back again. He doesn’t even notice the bitterness anymore.