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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[heyboss]

He's glad that she can agree, and it seems time to move on to lighter topics. "Obvious reasons?" He gives her an innocent look. "Tell me, then, what these obvious reasons are."

[una_persson]

She leans over and kisses him.

"Is that obvious enough?"

[heyboss]

He grins, the kiss in the warm air making him feel much like a much younger man. "I think I'm beginning to understand, yes" he teases, his fingers brushing through her hair.

[una_persson]

"I'd be happy to make my point clearer, but you know what they say about scaring the horses," she says. Despite the lightness of her tone, she feels abruptly melancholy on behalf of a woman she's never seen or met, asleep perhaps, lost in her own dreams and decay. Poor Emily. But she also can't take herself away from Lester, no more than she could from Major Nye or Elizabeth. She kisses him again, willing the thoughts to be dealt with later.

[heyboss]

With no knowledge of her shift in mood, he simply takes the kiss as it comes. "Oh, I think they would all appreciate that. But...I am patient," he tells her casually, as if they were simply discussing the weather.

[una_persson]

"Patience is a virtue and virtue is its own reward, or something. I'll make it worth your while." She leans her head on his shoulder. "I really did miss you, you know," she says. "And I'm glad we get to have some time that's not completely iced over."

[heyboss]

He's quiet for a long moment, enjoying the weight of her while he thought. He had missed her, too. And with the void of this unknown woman in his life, all he can recall is that hurt he had when he woke and she wasn't there. He never thought to tell her the depth of that loss because he never could be honest about his own feelings on anyone until they threatened to spill over.

"'Nothing in the world is single; all things by a law divine,'" he recites softly.

[una_persson]

"In one spirit meet and mingle," she supplies. "I never knew that you liked Shelley."

[heyboss]

"I don't. Well, not really," he tells her. "I like that poem. Heard it once and thought, like most young men do, that I knew what it meant."

[una_persson]

"The Romantics are like that," she says. "I used to disdain them in general, myself. But one learns their virtues, in time."

[heyboss]

He finds himself agreeing quietly. "Well, I only know that one, so you don't need to expect any others any time soon," he tells her lightly, though there's something he's deliberately leaving unsaid. He reaches down to pick up his book he had been reading, revealing the cover. "Found this in the library. I used to have these in my office at Ashecliffe. Terrible, but...addictive. This is what I know better than poetry."

[una_persson]

Una grins. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with a good pulp novel," she says. "I've a dear friend who has written plenty in his time. Occasionally he picks my brain for ideas."

[heyboss]

"Una, that is the least surprising thing you have ever told me," he laughs. "Is it anything I might have read, or is it in a different place entirely?"

[una_persson]

"How are you on fantasy novels?" she asks him. "He's most famous for that sort of thing—magic swords and doomed heroes. There was a time when he was writing a novel a week. Does the name Elric ring a bell?"

[heyboss]

He thinks, but inevitably just shakes his head. "Not much fantasy, I'm afraid. So unfortunately not," he tells her, a bit disappointed. "Think you can make it for me?"

[una_persson]

"I'll try," she says. "It might not be your thing at all, but you never know."

What she doesn't know yet is that she's inadvertently going to summon something a lot more personal.

[heyboss]

He knows he will eventually stumble on it, so he doesn't press the matter at the moment. He is simply content to have what he does. "I don't think it will matter much. With a library as small as we have, I will cherish anything that isn't another biography or memoir of explorers." He eventually shifts a bit and kisses her fingers. "I'm not meant to have this much sun. I'm going below but...join me later?"

[una_persson]

"See you soon," she says. "I won't be long."