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.
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.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-30 07:13 pm (UTC)"I never said that I didn't. Only that it's hypocritical for you to call yourself old, you...you child!"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-30 07:27 pm (UTC)"Fine, fine, you wore me down. You can help me. But I think you're putting far too much faith into my so-called abilities."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-30 09:18 pm (UTC)Strange's words are entirely serious. In his mind, Crozier is nothing but magical potential that he wants to help nurture.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-30 09:45 pm (UTC)"I'm a fifty two years old, Jonathan. I'm Irish, middle-bred. The Church of England gives me hives and I have no ear or taste for politics. I've never been given my own command. I've never been married. I'm not a great anything, let alone magician. All that I am is a fluke."
He lets Sophia's words linger in his head for another moment longer. "I lost almost all my men, and my ship pilots herself."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-30 10:03 pm (UTC)"I am of the opinion that a man does not have to move mountains or command an entire army to be great. Sometimes a great man can be one who simply continues on and tries his best under challenging circumstances. Sometimes those circumstances involve holding together a motley crew, striving against insurmountable odds, or venturing forth into a London they know nothing about to rescue a mad magician from his own thoughts.
You are great, Francis. And as long as I am the Terror's magician—as long as I am your magician, I refuse to let you speak about yourself that way."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-30 10:37 pm (UTC)He runs his hand down his face with a soft laugh. "Ah, old boy. I don't do quite as well as I think at concealing myself. And that a man such as yourself, who commands wind and ice and walks faerie realms, thinks so highly of me...I am grateful to call you my magician."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-30 11:55 pm (UTC)"It's silly to define me by my achievements—especially since once we conquer your dreams, commanding the ice is precisely what I intend to teach you next."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-07-01 12:05 am (UTC)He trails off. Ice Master. What was his name?
Ah, never mind then.
"I'm no ice master but I can read it well enough."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-07-01 01:21 am (UTC)"And that should precisely give you an advantage with the ice! When I first arrived in the Arctic, I found the ice incredibly difficult to work with. Even now, I have to admit my magic revolving around the Arctic has less finesse than I'd like. Whereas you already know the landscape backwards and forwards!"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-07-01 01:39 am (UTC)He pats his face. "Then you can try to drag whatever magic that doesn't exist out of me."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-07-01 02:32 am (UTC)"We'll start up again tonight, apprentice. I'll see you in your dreams."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-07-01 02:39 am (UTC)Crozier turns away from him, amused smirk on his face as he goes to tend to the helm.