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Closed - Let the waters roar...

Nov 28, 2011 22:22

DATE: November 22nd, two bells in the first watch [9 o'clock PM] (backdated)
CHARACTER(S): willturntides and didnotspeak
SUMMARY: Two Navy officers meet properly.
LOCATION: Camp.
WARNINGS: None for now.
FORMAT: Prose.

( When the middle watch was on, and the time went slow, boys... )

david chadd | artist, tom pullings | farmer

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/le derp willturntides December 4 2011, 06:17:28 UTC

Tom rocked on on his heels, hands on his rifle, as he waited for the last minutes of his last hour to pass. He was very anxious to meet the man that might potentially be a future shipmate on a voyage back home. That would be an altogether interesting experience. His blood froze a little when he realized they would be either taken for dead or deserters. Damn. Damn it. His hands gripped the rifle tighter and he hadn't noticed the first time his name was called for a trade in the watch. He made a demure apology to the next and handed the gun over to the man.

Tom Pullings made a beeline for the nearest fire as he did every night. Anxious to warm his hands. It may not have been very cold, but it was a luxury one only had on land and Tom loved it. His eye drifted to the man on the other side of the flames and realized quickly he did not recognize him by name but by the kind of cloak he was wearing.

He looked...surprised. As if he hadn't expected him. He very quickly hazarded a guess.

"Chadd?"

didnotspeak December 4 2011, 06:22:59 UTC

"Pullings?"

He had not expected someone quite so young. Not that Pullings was that young, likely his own age. Still, he smiled. As if reading the other man's mind-- mostly because his had travelled in the same direction-- he nodded to the fire.

"Strange to have one, isn't it? Able to see by more than just a lantern or single candle. Hell of a lot warmer, too."

willturntides December 4 2011, 08:38:43 UTC

"Yes," he smiled. Both in confirmation of his identity and of the fire. "Missed being warm at night." His voice was quiet, as if he were busy remembering something. His smile faded too but came back just as quickly as it had arrived.

"Getting along well so far, Mister Chadd?" Navy men have to look out for their own after all.

didnotspeak December 4 2011, 08:41:24 UTC

"Well as possible. Can't say I understand how we got to America. Or why we're here. But," he cracked a wry smile as a twig in the fire snapped, and something in the flames flashed, "better than being in France."

That had been his first thought, his first worry. Having been fired upon by French shore batteries and waking on land...

They were brother officers, as good as shipmates in this strange place. "You, Mister Pullings?"

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