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The Stars And The Sea; Open to all
Topic Started: Sep 28 2013, 09:36 AM (1,459 Views)
Nathaniel Hartman
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Doctor aboard HMS "Sovereign"
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[align=center]Date: November 21, 1719
Place: - Aboard the HMS Sovereign
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It was evening aboard the HMS Sovereign. The blockade was still going strong and Nathaniel Hartman was still trying to get used to life on the sea. There were still times he missed land, he missed home. But other times he did not mind his new job.

The medical bay was clean, and so far there had been few patients, none with exceedingly horrific injuries. So all in all, things had been calm.

Even now as the night fell across the Caribbean it seemed so very quiet. The ship swayed with the movement of the water. The ocean looked so smooth almost like glass as it stretched out into the night. It was awe inspiring. Nathaniel leaned against the railings looking out at the sight.

The moonlight was reflected off the ocean surface, creating a silver glow that lit everything gently. And the stars.... it had been a long time since Nathaniel had even looked at them. He had not remembered there being so many in the sky, and yet there they were.

A salty sea breeze softly passed by. Overall, Nathaniel didn't feel too ill at this moment. Not physically at least. However emotionally was another story.

The night before he had a dream about a friendly barmaid in Hispaniola. She was so lovely, and her personality.... just remembering it brought a smile to his face. However it was also troublesome. Why her? No doubt if it came out of what happened there could be a scandal. He could only hope there was no such thing.

He let out a sigh and he rubbed the back of his neck. Such thoughts were nothing but trouble.... it would be better to forget such things.
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Ambrose Celsley
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sailor aboard HMS "Sovereign"
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It was sometime in the evening, and Ambrose was restless. He missed his mother, and he missed Emily too. He wondered how they were both doing, he had not gotten a letter from them since April. It was November now, so it had to be about seven months since he had talked to them or heard what was going on in their lives. Emily's birthday would be soon. He wished he could send her a card.

Ambrose sighed heavily and rubbed his ankle. He had tripped earlier while carrying some supplies to the cook, and it really did a number on his foot. He didn't dare go to the doctor. He didn't want to seem like a wimp, he could handle a minor little fall. But as the minutes ticked by the throbbing in his ankle grew worse. He knew he had to go see Dr. Hartman. So, finally he hoisted himself off his cot and as soon as he put even the tiniest drop of weight on his foot, he let out a low hiss of agony.

"Well, that's worse than I thought." He whispered to himself, and dragged his 'dead-foot' behind him as he limped to the medical bay. It took him longer than fifteen minutes, and quite a few snickering stares, until he reached the bay. He hollered out into the room.
"Dr. Hartman?! Where are you?" He called, unsure if the doctor was wandering about the ship or somewhere in the bay.
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John was coming below the deck when he saw one of his mates, Ambrose, in the door of the sickbay, shouting for the doctor. The sickbay was empty, as they had just arrived for a few days to the assigned place and no battle, no blockade runner, nothing happened yet. He snickered, thinking that if the three gamblers of earlier were aboard another ship than HMS “Sovereign”, one of those he had been embarked on in the past, then probably now they would have been in the sickbay, laying on their stomachs, after having met the captain’s daughter. But this captain was nice, he had ordered only extra chores for them. John was glad that he hadn’t gambled with them, as sometimes he did it too.

Hearing the young sailor, he told him directly:

”Save your lungs for a better cause, Doc isn’t here. I saw him up on the deck a little while ago.”

Looking at him inquisitively, nothing seemed wrong or bleeding.

”What has happened with you?” he asked.

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Ambrose Celsley
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In the midst of calling out to the doctor, he almost didn't hear the other man over his echoing voice, and when he did he turned slightly, taking in each word that the man had said. It was Little John, one of his crew mates. He stopped talking and waved slightly to him. He sighed heavily at his words.
"The doc isn't here?" Tis' a shame, I had a good ailment working up for him." Ambrose joked. But than he sat down on a nearby supply barrel and lifted up his trouser leg.

It revealed a nasty bruise and very bad swelling. He chuckled slightly and looked up at the man.
"Just a little trip on deck. I didn't think it was going to be this bad, but it turns out it got worse." he told him and rolled his eyes at his ankle.
"Such a silly thing, I shouldn't trip over my own feet. I mean I don't have to be as graceful as a dear, but at least a rabbit, or something." He laughed deeply and slapped his knee. His eyes twinkled softly and he grinned.
"So where did ye' say the doc' was John?" He asked, hoping to find him, and at least get ice or something. It was really starting to be an annoyance.
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Iwan Rowlands
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Iwan had been busy with the extra tasks. He was tired, but he knew that it was better and funnier to do extra chores than to be punished publicly. He would have hated to be flogged again. He had too many experiences about it already. He had been scrubbing the deck with just a puny and dirty cloth for hours. While Iwan was a diligent worker this started to be truly boring. Fortunately, soon he was finished with this day’s work. He could finally rest.

The evening was beautiful. The ship was stable as the sea was calm. Still, Iwan felt that he had seen many similar nights before. The beauty of the night did not impress him anymore. He remembered dozens of night just like this. That was no wonder as he had been sailor for 17 years already. Even though the feeling was familiar to him Iwan felt that it was all rather relaxing.

But, one nasty thing prevented him from sleeping. His left elbow was hurting as it sometimes did. Perhaps it was because of the scrubbing. He didn't know. Iwan was certain that the doctor could not do anything to help. However, he felt that the doctors had too easy job. He thought “Damn, we sailors work hard and the officers navigate the ship. But, what does the doctor? The doctor just spends his days drinking tea and putting leeches to somebody’s arse.” That was his opinion about doctors. So, Iwan was hell-bent on disturbing Mister Hartman.

It took a while but finally Iwan found the doctor. The man seemed to be idle and dreaming. The Welshman asked smiling a bit“Good night to you, Doctor… I think I need your assistance.”
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John listened to the man’s words, and as far as he could say, that leg wasn’t looking nice at all.

”I hadn’t seen a deer or a rabbit tripping if not shot already,” he said. ”But, true, I guess it hurts worse than it looks. And aboard a rolling ship, everybody knows it can happen, don’t be so hard on yourself!”

As he got asked about the doctor, he shrugged:

”I had just seen him on the main deck. I’ll go to bring him to you, you don’t seem to be doing any good to that leg if you force it.”

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Richard Hope
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It was a quiet night, the sea was calm and the skies were clear for as far as the eye could see yet Richard still found himself wandering the deck with his eyes cast out to sea. He'd not been assigned any nightly chores or a punishment as some of the others had, especially since he wasn't aware of any wrongdoing on his part. No, on this occasion Richard found himself suffering from a rare incidence of insomnia. It was nothing that required attention from the ship's doctor, if the man could even fix such a thing, normally a stroll across the deck was enough to lull the young man into a state where sleep could be found.

Midway through his stroll Richard stopped and turned to lean against the railing of the ship. The sailor just crossed his arms upon it, allowing him to lean on the sturdy construct whilst just staring out at the calmness of the sea. He had tuned out most of the sounds around him save for the creaking of the ship but the sound of someone speaking did manage to break through his self-induced haze. With partially bleary eyes he looked in the direction of the source which happened to be opposite of the railing he currently leaned against. Richard recognized one of the men as the ship's doctor and the older one, though he'd never spoken to the man, as one of his fellow crew-mates. He'd seen the man scrubbing the deck during his little stroll and so his humour, possibly with the assistance of sleep deprivation, decided to make an appearance. "You didn't happen to scrub your hands raw, did you?" Richard knew the jesting remark might not be taken well but he could hardly take the words back now that they'd popped out of his mouth.

He couldn't help but reflect that he really needed to get such things under control as they were just one of the things that had held him back in the King's Navy. It was also very possible that such behaviour assisted in just how many times he'd been switched from ship to ship barring the sinking of the HMS Rose.
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Blaine Tylney
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It seemed as if all stars were lit in the sky - the mighty constellations visible at hand, the milky way guiding all of those golden fireflies to the horizon and beyond. The hum of the waves accompanied this view, and a song crooned under one's breath, coming to a close.

"So never let the Spaniard boast
While Cheshire men a bound,
Lest they should teach him to his cost
To dance a Cheshire Round,
To dance a Cheshire Round."


Although not a one often sung to children, this song he knew from when his mother used to sing him to sleep. He laughed at how often it kept crawling into his thoughts, the result of which was a quiet hum as a substitute to how he would truly like to hear it.
He lifted his gaze from a little pirate hat he's been carving and focused on figuring out which way the breeze was coming from.
No, he was really looking at the calm surface of the water which extended before him. It hadn't been so calm for quite a long time, he thought, but the view didn't dazzle him. He has spent enough time on the sea for such views to be a novelty. He did appreciate them, of course; Blaine loved being on the open waters, as probably every other sailor did. Still, this man was not the type to marvel at such things.

He sighed deeply and decided to walk around a little. Apparently, he wasn't the only one awake. Maybe it was earlier than he had thought? He seemed to never be tired during the night, so he wouldn't know. A few silhouettes were standing nearby.

"A late night gathering, eh?" he said, his voice slightly raised, a minor Irish edge to his accent. He approached the group. Upon a closer look, he recognised doctor Hartman and two sailors whose faces he remembered, but couldn't recall their names. "Having so many patients already?", he inquired jokingly.
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If the doctor and some of the sailors were stargazing and singing on the main deck when Little John arrived to tell about the new injured patient on the lower deck, Grisha was not as happy as Iwan to have finished his chores.

After having scrubbed with Iwan, under the watchful eyes of a boatswain’s mate, he was standing watch now. The night, thus far, had been uneventful. The ship was pushed by a good wind, not strong but rather steady. The stars seemed to shine brighter, or maybe so they seemed to him being already more tired than usual. It meant no storm was approaching, and this was good news.

It had been quiet, except that call to trim sail, before the first bell rang. Suddenly, he saw a shooting star, and, in its falling into the sea, it lighted something different…

”A ship! It has no lights, I have barely seen it, and its hull seems to be painted blue-gray. I think we have a blockade runner at larboard!

The news got quickly to the officers, who ordered all hands on deck for action.

So much for a quiet night under the stars. Blockade runners preferred the darkness too. There would be a prize in their hands. It remained to be seen if well loaded or only attempting to beg for help from the mainland.


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