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.

Comments

[lieutenantsteward]

"Dry land, warm sand. That's what was promised us," he explains softly, meal forgotten for the moment. "I should give that to you, The other visitors, to the Captain, to Mr. Goodsir," he says, some emotion flashing on his face that causes him to look down.

[wishiwasatree]

Handsome, sad fucking man. She smiles softly and pushes the tray a little closer to him. "To yourself," she adds. "And you can lie out in the fucking sand, watching me and Goodsir try to dive for pearls, while your Captain grows red like a fuckin' lobster and does whatever it is a captain on land fuckin' does."

[lieutenantsteward]

His Captain tries to destroy his life and itches for the ocean, but Thomas isn't sure that will be so true this time. He pulls the plate over again, though there's a twist in his gut as she mentions Goodsir.

"How is he?" he asks softly. He had been avoiding the man, but wasn't certain that Goodsir even noticed. "Mr. Goodsir, I mean."

[wishiwasatree]

"Giddy like a boy," Trixie tells him, wondering why Jopson didn't know that fact for himself. "Happy and talkative like I've never fucking seen, and burned beyond belief."

She picks up the brass dividers and toys with the pointed edges. "You could ask him for yourself."

[lieutenantsteward]

"I will leave him to his play," he tells her with a sad smile, watching her carefully. But when she doesn't seem to directly harm anything, he leaves her be.

[wishiwasatree]

"Suppose you could. And I'll just keep reporting you the state of your fuckin' friend, instead of you finding out yourself."

[lieutenantsteward]

"Miss Trixie, I..." But he falters. He can't exactly explain the guilt he's carrying because he doesn't actually intend on doing anything to change it. "I will go and speak with him once I am finished with this," he finally mutters. "Though I doubt it will make a difference to him."

[wishiwasatree]

"Don't fucking do that," she says softly, putting the instrument back down. "Don't assume what you mean to other people, or what it might mean to a friend to say fucking hello after he's finally found his fucking joy. And don't think it might not occur to him to be fucking happy for you too, Mr. Jopson."

[lieutenantsteward]

He's taken aback slightly. "I..." He swallows back his instant disagreement. "I am quite used to my presence going unnoticed."

[wishiwasatree]

"It's a small crew," she reminds him. "And when it's obvious you're a part of the fucking backbone..."

Trixie shrugs and moves off the table.

"Anyways. You look happy."

[lieutenantsteward]

He is still getting used to Trixie, so he can do nothing but stare for a long moment before he realizes what she's saying. "Oh. Yes. This is an enjoyable change of duties," he tells her.

[wishiwasatree]

"I can tell. I've got the kitchen, so you can enjoy the change in fucking scenery." She gives him a wink and heads on back down into the hold, letting Jopson enjoy his meal.