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Twenty-three bells: [WRITTEN/ACTION]

This is Mr. Kennedy. The Britannia, Luceti's new sloop of war under command of Captain Hornblower, is finished and for all purposes ready to sail. Unfortunately, as she cannot sail herself, Captain Hornblower is in need of a crew.

Not many are required simply to sail her. A half dozen at least, although we should prefer more. We do not expect exclusivity--in Luceti, there is no point. If you are already part of another crew, you are welcome to remain a part of that crew and sail with us as well. As the winter months are approaching, we are not likely to weigh anchor for some time, so there will be plenty of time to train recruits who have no sailing experience.

Thank you, and I look forward to any questions you may have.

-A. Kennedy

[He's using the "Lt." less and less nowadays in his signature.

Tonight he'll be working at Cloud Nine. He'll be home late.]

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[Ginia sighs and looks around as she finishes, trying to think of anything else he might need to know before offering a practiced smile, unaware of the read Archie did on her.]

/You're welcome. You'll be fine. Any questions?/

[Not a read at all, just subconsciously picking up involuntary signals. Your typical sensitive, empathic person doesn't necessarily come up with an ingredients list when they know something's wrong with someone--they just feel like something's off. In retrospect, he might be able to name what it is, but not now.]

None I can think of. Is everything all right?

/I'm fine. Just a little tired./

[Not entirely a lie; pretending everything is fine is exhausting and she's only been out of the clinic for a few days. Enough to get back on her feet and be active, certainly, but the cold weather isn't doing her freshly mended wing any favors.]

[Okay. Maybe that explains it. He nods, still looking worried.]

Very well. Now. You were interested in sailing?

[A nod and another smile, quite thankful for the change in subject. She considers signing, but decides to use her notepad this time. A lesson in ASL can come later.]

I am. After the last draft, I've been interested in the finer points of sailing. Never know, might be another battle on the ocean next time.

A trade, then. You teach me to sign, I teach you to sail.

[There is, for a second, something genuine in her smile.]

Sounds like a good trade. It'll be useful on the ships too.

It will! Perhaps we should give you a whistle, should you need to get our attention in an emergency. You'd hardly be the first mute sailor, but it'd be better to be safe.

I have a whistle from when I helped Ami with swimming lessons. We worked out some quick signals and all that.

That should be fine, then. After I'm looking at you, you can sign anything you need, if I'm good enough to understand you by then.

You're learning quickly, I think you'll be fine by then. Whenever then is.

I've been thinking about teaching sign language to anyone else who may want to learn. It's an immediate benefit to me, but it's quite useful in combat situations or other situations where quiet is needed.

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It's an excellent idea. I should encourage the rest of the crew to learn.

If they wanted to. I'd hate to force anyone into learning something.

[There's a pause before she writes something new, a slightly new topic.]

I may be busy for a few days. I'll leave the bar in all of your capable hands. Giles can take care of performances.

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