simplestgift: (Hidden anger.)
Archie Kennedy ([personal profile] simplestgift) wrote2011-09-11 05:31 pm

Twenty-one Bells: [ACTION/VOICE]

[Archie has barely been around town lately, but he does appear in town this afternoon, dashing about to various shops and stores and picking up various one-use items and lots and lots of groceries. He seems to have one thing on his mind.

Later, he'll sit at the fountain and send out the voice message:]


This is Mr. Kennedy. If anyone is in need of me, I shall be at the beach house for most of the week. You can reach me there or on the journals.

Moreover, Mr. Hornblower and I are wondering if anyone would be interested in helping to build a ship. A sloop-of-war, to be specific, with room and ports enough for eighteen or twenty-two guns. I cannot claim we have a practical use for itm besides exploration, but it would be something to do. We have the plans drawn up, and all we need is enough hands to make it possible. We would be grateful for any help at all.

[After this, he'll be walking back to the beach house, where he's been babysitting Jack Sparrow since yesterday.]
captainhornblower: (Grin)

[voice - 50%]

[personal profile] captainhornblower 2011-09-12 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
...Wouldn't that be a treat.
captainhornblower: (Relief)

[voice - 50%]

[personal profile] captainhornblower 2011-09-12 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
A shipwright? Truly? It seems, Mr. Kennedy, that fortune is finally deciding to favour us a touch.

...God, Archie. I know, I know, it won't be for some time yet, but. Imagine it, Archie. A proper dinner for officers in the cabin of a proper ship.
captainhornblower: (Friendship)

[voice - 50%]

[personal profile] captainhornblower 2011-09-12 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
His lieutenant at his side.

The way it ought to be.
captainhornblower: (Grin)

[voice - 50%]

[personal profile] captainhornblower 2011-09-12 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Tomorrow night. [He sounds like, were he a little less naturally composed, he'd be unable to sit still.]