As he stood at the forecastle of the HMS Pegasus, Alexander could not help but recall how long he had been waiting a long time for this moment. Not with anticipation or dread, but with a desire for the moment to arrive so the next could come. He was a man of action, and to be tied up in hospital after taking a shot to the gut had delayed the launch of the vessel by three weeks. English sailors were not keen to risk their necks in the skies over the Atlantic, and he would not blame any for moving on to better fortunes.
Still, he was hopeful that the ship would have a successful launch. He'd seen the letters from the Admiralty concerning their mission, and it wasn't looking like the delay of his hospital stay may have doomed them already. But there was still a chance to make it work, to stop the Emperor before the Coalition fell apart in the fields of Prussia.
The fiery haired, lithe captain merely held position at the helm of the craft, arms behind his back, sword in its sheathe and pistol loaded and ready to fire. The smog of London hung in the air constantly these days with all the ships docked on the Thames for repair and refit.The bright red cloth of his overcoat and ornamental pauldrons were already beginning to take on an ash-gray tone in the minutes he'd been standing on deck.
"Well," he mumbled, looking to the docks beside the Pegasus, "Let's see who has remembered their duty to King and Country..."
He reached into his jacket, withdrew the crew manifesto, and waited to see who would arrive for the ship's maiden voyage.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEWS5dGSDOc
Still, he was hopeful that the ship would have a successful launch. He'd seen the letters from the Admiralty concerning their mission, and it wasn't looking like the delay of his hospital stay may have doomed them already. But there was still a chance to make it work, to stop the Emperor before the Coalition fell apart in the fields of Prussia.
The fiery haired, lithe captain merely held position at the helm of the craft, arms behind his back, sword in its sheathe and pistol loaded and ready to fire. The smog of London hung in the air constantly these days with all the ships docked on the Thames for repair and refit.The bright red cloth of his overcoat and ornamental pauldrons were already beginning to take on an ash-gray tone in the minutes he'd been standing on deck.
"Well," he mumbled, looking to the docks beside the Pegasus, "Let's see who has remembered their duty to King and Country..."
He reached into his jacket, withdrew the crew manifesto, and waited to see who would arrive for the ship's maiden voyage.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEWS5dGSDOc