Open Log: Big Blue Wet Thing

[goingtobeunwell]

Terrors waking that morning will find a few things amiss with the ship: 1. it's hot and humid inside their cabins, and 2. the ship itself is rocking.  Swaying, in fact, as though the ice beneath them has melted and the ship is moving. Which it is, actually, and quite quickly too. 

The holes in the side of Terror have been repaired, the rigging put up on the masts, the dual wheels of the helm moving as the ship races through the waves on its own. Up above the sun is shining brightly. 
H.M.S. Terror is sailing once more, destination unknown.

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[bestsir]

"Nothing to keep aboard," he says with a laugh, "except for some fish on which we shall probably dine later. There was a jellyfish—a Portuguese man o' war, a remarkable thing. It has a body like an inflated air-bladder and, and its longest tentacles were some twenty feet long. Imagine. Miss Sabriel helped me get it back in the water—it is famous for its sting, which can be lethal, so I thought it best to send it on its way."

[wishiwasatree]

"Sabriel's a good girl," Trixie nods, smirking at the thought of the two of them wrestling a massive jellyfish back into the water. She's sorry she missed it.

"Maybe next time I can help you." If he wants the company, which he probably doesn't. "I ain't particularly knowledgeable, but you'll find me willing to learn."

[bestsir]

Trixie has inadvertently stumbled onto one of the most direct routes to Harry Goodsir's lasting friendship, and quite possibly his heart.

"Would you? That would be wonderful!" He almost bounces with enthusiasm. "Tomorrow morning? I shall show you how to cast and pull up the nets, and I should like some help in cataloguing what I find."

[wishiwasatree]

"I should be able to get out of helpin' with the morning meal," Trixie says, feeling like she might have just made a mistake. She has no idea what the fuck she's doing.

Well, that was how it started with the fucking accounts too, and the banking, and she wound up doing both of those things well enough to stay employed.

[bestsir]

"There is no hurry," he says. "But I would be very glad of your help and—and of your company."

[wishiwasatree]

Trixie blushes, and she can't blame it on the sun.

"Can't wait to see what we haul out of the sea." And she means it.