Who: Mr. Midshipman Orrock and Open Where: The bar What: Getting a drink When: Evening Warnings: Opinionated teenager from 1802?
Charles sat at the bar, a glass of rum held tightly in both hands. Everything might have gone to hell, but there was still rum. He'd be fine. And the captain was here, he'd get everything sorted out. It was hard to believe that anything could truly happen to them with Captain Hornblower thinking about the problem. He'd gotten them out of bloody Wolfe's clutches, he'd get them out of this.
He took a sip of his drink, glancing around. The people here were so strangely dressed. He, of course, was in uniform, his hat resting on the bar beside him. This whole notion of traveling through time was ridiculous, but did seem to be true for all that...