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[essayel]

The hand’s name was Forrest and he kept an eye on Kit until he was satisfied that he was secure, then climbed on himself. They didn’t go right to the masthead but stopped on the little fighting platform. Kit was surprised to see it still in place, but he supposed that it hadn’t occurred to Captain Dorling to have it removed.

Forrest grinned at Kit and offered him the telescope. “Want to have a look see, sir?” he asked. “Don’t drop it or the master’ll have our hides.”

“Masters are the same everywhere,” Kit said with a chuckle as he hooked an arm around a topmast shroud and raised the telescope to his eye. They were on a main shipping lane at a good time of year but the Atlantic was a big place. He wasn’t surprised not to see anything.

Unless ...

“Forrest,” Kit passed him the glass. “A little south of east.”

Forrest looked. And grunted. “You got good eyes, sir,” he said. “You might have though that was a bit o’cloud but no, it’s a sail.”

“It’s nice to know we’re not alone,” Kit said.

And for those who aren't much fussed on Nano, or pirates:

Comments

Great Vid!

[violets-r-blu.livejournal.com]

Thanks for posting this video...it's fantastic! Even moreso for me this morning, as I woke up speaking to my cats with a britsh accent. (Idk why...we just do accents around here).

I'll have to show my daughters, they'll love this!

Ty:)

Re: Great Vid!

[essayel.livejournal.com]

There's a whole series of them, mostly on Youtube. Glad you enjoyed it.

[yakalskovich]

**reads with bated breath**

You not only manage to make the goals, you write sensible chapters with a good close or cliffhanger each day. There's an element of 19th century newspaper serials in getting a new installment every day.