Editing The Recitation of the Letter (A conversation betwixt Billy and Pop)
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'''Friday, May 22, 1868'''<br> | '''Friday, May 22, 1868'''<br> | ||
− | '''Ironclad Frigate | + | '''Ironclad Frigate ''HMS Bellerophon'''''<br> |
'''Mediterranean Sea 200 leagues West Northwest of Malta'''<br> | '''Mediterranean Sea 200 leagues West Northwest of Malta'''<br> | ||
'''3:35 P.M.'''<br><br> | '''3:35 P.M.'''<br><br> | ||
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Pop had begun to march in place, his shoulders straightening. "How'd she find out about my heroism in the Hole Billy?" he asked as his friend looked over the letter. He got even straighter as he heard Billy's rendition and lit up like a Chinese candle. "That," he stated solemnly, smoothing his whiskers, "is a woman who misses someone." He winked at his friend. "And that someone is me. Told ya she fancied me. Keep on, man. Let me hear some more."<br><br> | Pop had begun to march in place, his shoulders straightening. "How'd she find out about my heroism in the Hole Billy?" he asked as his friend looked over the letter. He got even straighter as he heard Billy's rendition and lit up like a Chinese candle. "That," he stated solemnly, smoothing his whiskers, "is a woman who misses someone." He winked at his friend. "And that someone is me. Told ya she fancied me. Keep on, man. Let me hear some more."<br><br> | ||
− | Billy couldn't suppress a smirk. "Right Poppy. You're her fancy man, you are. | + | Billy couldn't suppress a smirk. "Right Poppy. You're her fancy man, you are. Lezzze what's next."<br><br> |
<span style="font-family: French Script MT, serif; font-size: 24pt; color: #10019f;">'''It is a stark contrast to the sewers. You do remember how horrid they were when we helped Evie best Lord Cataver. Quite simply hideous. I believe I can still smell the stench of it on my coat and boots. I do not think I will ever be rid of it completely and may require a full replacement for both.'''</span><br><br> | <span style="font-family: French Script MT, serif; font-size: 24pt; color: #10019f;">'''It is a stark contrast to the sewers. You do remember how horrid they were when we helped Evie best Lord Cataver. Quite simply hideous. I believe I can still smell the stench of it on my coat and boots. I do not think I will ever be rid of it completely and may require a full replacement for both.'''</span><br><br> | ||
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"What?" The weasel made a worried face. "I don't dance," he announced firmly.<br><br> | "What?" The weasel made a worried face. "I don't dance," he announced firmly.<br><br> | ||
− | "What?” Billy scoffed. “A likely lad as light on your feet as yourself?? Perish the thought, Pop. I've seen you dance over to | + | "What?” Billy scoffed. “A likely lad as light on your feet as yourself?? Perish the thought, Pop. I've seen you dance over to Ten Bells."<br><br> |
"Dodging a knife and running away wid a purse is not dancing, Billy Boy."<br><br> | "Dodging a knife and running away wid a purse is not dancing, Billy Boy."<br><br> |