six sentence sunday
Sep. 25th, 2022 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kindkitThe WIP continues to be in progress; I finished the draft a while ago and I'm slowly revising.
Our Flag Means Death, Buttons POV, set just after S1, so potentially spoilery.
“Where is he?” captain asks. He doesn't ask every night, but Nathaniel knows it costs him not to.
“Not far from St. Augustine.” He was there last week, too. There's a lot of rich traffic along the route from Charles Town to the Caribbean.
“And . . . how is he?”
I'm not the sodding penny post, Nathaniel thinks, but it's only that he's tired. “Drunk,” he answers. Perhaps he should have phrased it more kindly, because captain turns his head away. But Nathaniel has nine people's sorrow weighing down on him, and a bad feeling that nothing's ever going to go right for him again unless he puts his hand to sorting it all out.
Our Flag Means Death, Buttons POV, set just after S1, so potentially spoilery.
“Where is he?” captain asks. He doesn't ask every night, but Nathaniel knows it costs him not to.
“Not far from St. Augustine.” He was there last week, too. There's a lot of rich traffic along the route from Charles Town to the Caribbean.
“And . . . how is he?”
I'm not the sodding penny post, Nathaniel thinks, but it's only that he's tired. “Drunk,” he answers. Perhaps he should have phrased it more kindly, because captain turns his head away. But Nathaniel has nine people's sorrow weighing down on him, and a bad feeling that nothing's ever going to go right for him again unless he puts his hand to sorting it all out.
