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now this is home, this is wealth, awakening to the sound of the sea

#;home

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"Acclimatise," Aubrey repeated, with what could now be fully called a smile. He found the young man very amusing, if only because of his severe inability to... what was the word? Oh, yes, acclimatise to any single aspect of sea life. Lord knows Stephen had been bookish, but he'd been nothing like this. "Well, Mr Ridley," he said, motioning for a coffee for James. "I hope you manage to get your sea legs before we pull into port." Doubtful, at this point. They were on their way to Calais, and they were closer than they were far. Of course, there were plenty of chances for action before their projected arrival, but one mustn't assume anything. Especially with the war "over," as everyone kept saying it was. Damn the peace, damn it.  The only good thing about peace was the chance of seeing Sophie again. He wondered for a moment if James had anyone waiting for him at home, but a glance at the green cheeks of the young gentleman told him that, if he had, he wouldn't have been here. No, James' presence was mostly a favour to the boy's father. Boy, as if. He had to be in his twenties, and couldn't walk in a straight line on deck? Another sip of coffee and Aubrey's gaze was caught by something a little further off.  It could be nothing, but there had been a smudge on the horizon. Strictly speaking, they weren't to engage anyone but.... well, there was no harm in being certain.  "James, do you have your glass on you?" Aubrey said, keeping his tone casual as he finished his coffee. "Take it out and focus three points off-- oh for the love of-- there" he pointed, knowing James would understand nautical terminology about as well as a fish would. 

James Goes to Sea || closed between jackxaubrey & jamesridleyesq

James weaved across the deck, pale in face and clumsy in his movements. His chambers back in London had many benefits over the lumbering, rocking ship, and the voyage had only just begun. He could only hope that his tolerance for the bobbing vessel would increase with time.

It had all happened back in London, of course. The invitation to dine from his father had seemed innocent enough, but it was in the parlour afterwards where the horrid business had begun.

"Tell me lad, how is your practice?" had been his father’s opening words. “Very well, I have a manageable clientèle who pay their fees with sufficient alacrity” “Good, very good. And in your spare hours?” “I am penning a small folio on the poor and downtrodden of the city, strictly anthropological of course. I hope to…” “Of course, of course,” his father’s words cut across the conversation like a battalion of Hussars, “Do you recall your days on the Cam?”

James blinked in confusion.

"Why yes, I do." “Excellent!” his father roared in delight, beaming widely, “then do I have an opportunity for you my boy. The Royal Navy is in need of men with physiological knowledge aboard their ships, and with some effort, I have got you a position. You sail aboard The Surprise in three days time under a Captain Aubrey. I have read much on the subject of his exploits in the line of duty. A damn fine man from what I’ve heard.”

James was stunned.

"That’s awfully generous of you sir, but my practice…" “Mr. Kitch can run that for you. Cigar?” “And my book?” “It can wait, the poor souls of London certainly won’t be going anywhere. You can write instead of the people of far lands within the Empire. Snuff instead?” “There are plenty of papers on that topic already.” “They are primitive aspersions penned by inexperience close-minded Frenchmen. You can do a much better job. Care for some Port?”

"Never on a Sunday, father, you know that…"

With that he had packed his life up, he’d been taken to the docks as if under armed guard, hauled aboard a ship, and was now paying the price for his father’s ambition to see the House Ridley as a byword in the academic and military spheres of Europe.

Now he approached his Captain, nervously moved his hands in what seemed to be both a salute and doffing his hat, which came with the uniform supplied to him by the family tailor, and added a small bow for good measure. It was his usual routine with Mr. Aubrey, and as such the captain surveyed him with what could be amusement.

"G…good morning Mr. …. Captain Aubrey sir," he stammered as he shook the captains hand, "I do seem to find myself in a state of nausea, but I’m sure I will acclimatise"

#{ whoops it got long #and I forgot what I had planned #so this is happening now #wheeee back in roleplay } #jamesridleyesq

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orientation:

☐ gay ☐ straight ☑ napoleanic

#--{ relevant here too tbh }-- #;musings #;at ease

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Did someone asked for some captain in the wind?  No? Ok. Well, I just leave it here, ok?

#;the muse

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"I can think of a few choice occasions..."                          Glad though he might be that it's nothing of his doing,                           Jack can't help but to remain curious.            "Well, then, what is it that I didn't do, my friend?"

o p e n ;

  “Of course, my dear Jack, it is nothing that you’ve done.

                   Is it ever?”

#thefightingnaturalist

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making icons of captain tightpants here

#--{ the original captain tightpants }-- #;off duty

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"You're in a mood. Not something I did, I hope."

o p e n ;

"Ah, Jack. You know me so well," Stephen responded sarcastically.

#thefightingnaturalist #--{ yes good let's plot yes }--

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what a doofus

#--{ jack aubrey everyone: master wordsmith }-- #;musings

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"You're going to call me a fool either way-- --you may as well go ahead and have done with it."

o p e n ;

"Well, are you going to continue to stand there

like an absolute fool,

or is there something you would like to say?”

#--{ slides in like #hello please to meet #did someone say age of sail }-- #thefightingnaturalist

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Aubreyad Summary

Jack: Hey I just met you.

Jack: And this is crazy.

Jack: I need a surgeon,

Jack: So join the navy.

Stephen:

Jack:

Stephen: Only if I get to see the turtles.

#{ this will never not be funny to me }

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James Goes to Sea || closed between jackxaubrey & jamesridleyesq

jamesridleyesq: Aubrey was pacing on deck, surveying his men with what might have been called a smile. Indeed, the muscles in his cheeks were taught, his lips almost parted, yet it looked to be more than a grimace than a smile, especially with the bright sunlight forcing his eyes into slits. He turned about, sipping his usual cup of coffee as he took in the warm breeze, glad to be back out at sea. It was a shame that Maturin had declined the offer to accompany them on this trip, but their current companion came highly recommended, even if he did seem to be a little... inexperienced. The Surprise bucked gently against the soles of his boots as though to agree with him. Aubrey smile broadened into what might actually  be called a smile as the man in question came on deck-- eyeing him from over the rim of his coffeecup. "Ah, Mr Ridley, how have you been doing?" He said good-naturedly, holding out his hand to shake. "I heard you've been having a little bit of trouble adjusting to sea life." They all had, of course, but they hadn't all been made quite as sick as James had been. At least, not from the ocean. 

#jamesridleyesq #I hope this is okay!

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Some Captains got a parrot. Or a monkey. Jack Aubrey got a sloth.

*Sir Patrick, you’re a genius.

#;o captain

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God Damn it, ay! He's died on me!

Jack Aubrey, Post Captain

#jack aubrey #post captain #I just laughed at this for almost a full minute I think there's something wrong with me #;musings

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Well Educated Physician Seeking Employment Interested in travelling the seas, skilled enough as a surgeon to do the work of one. Would quite like to experience some phenomena of Natural Philosophy. Gives little regard for payment, so long as he is provided with room and board.  Preferred placement: aboard the HMS Sophie. Seeking: Captains, shipmates, enemies, and tortoises.  Multiship— (if you’ll pardon the pun) which is to say that I am also seeking other crews, even outside of the O’Brian canon, practically anyone with an interest in the Age of Sail. Please drop into my inbox if you’re interested— so far, I’m afraid that I’m the only one. Aubreyad is a wonderful fandom, it just seems lacking in roleplay. 

#aye let's get going