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*folds his arms across his chest* It is of concern to me but I did not ask you.

Disrespect and slander to you? Mister De Guarde, if you do not cease with this prattle immediately, my conscience will force me to dose you. How old are you? Fourteen? Fifteen? Old enough to know better, forsooth. Never, in all my years, have I been accused of lying about my profession, and were you five years older, I would feel obliged to call you out - to give the lie is as grave an offense as a blow. As it is, one day, someone will, and so you will save your mouth by closing it.

A three shillin' piece? I'll be hearing you say that he found mermaids at the bottom of the sea and has learnt their good song as well. The surgeons are best to kill a man as much as they may say they've saved 'em. *His attention briefly skipping to the Jose* Then the halting of tongue would have done you well!

And finally to Maturin, the many answers certainly causing a slight bit of confusion at trying to follow and listen to them all*

Fourteen, that I am. *a pause to gather his thoughts* I'm not afraid, if that was your intention. Now 'tis only one thing that ye ought to be obliged to and your conscience be willing, is to have me brought another ration of grog.. or if this pray not be preferable.. than another spirit just as pleasing. Then I may forgive you for this unbecoming ordeal!

*has tolerated enough* *glances over at Esteban and speaks quickly in Portuguese* Shall I remove this... fellow from here and teach him his proper manners? I grow weary already of his nonsense.

*responds in Portuguese* Thank you kindly, José, but I will manage.

*takes De Guarde by the ear and begins to drag him to the sick-bay* Oh the sorrows of Munster will not compare with yours, you little brute.

OW, it is you who are the brute! Release my ear, you vile being! You pitiful creature! OWww! I order you so, this instant! I do! This is an outrage! *stumbling along, clutching for his ear* Let go, I tell you! *and more swearing of the improper kind.* I'm the midshipman of his Majesty's navy! I shall not OWW, stand for this vile treatment! This deed shan't go unpunished! Cat'o'nine will be the least of your unholly worries!*following along with the little owws and yeowls uttered every so often*

*grins*

Sorry, sir, he ranks wi' the lieutenants aboard ship, so he's senior to you.

That is a very unruly boy. I will go and sit in the foretop and study navigation, rather than listen to such language. (I wonder if he will teach me some of those words?)

*grins slightly and speaks in English* He is not senior to me. I should deal with him. It would be very much a pleasure.

You would threaten me with a flogging, boy? *hands him a bolus* Now, that will sober you up, before one of the captains sees you like this and has you bent over a gun.

It's all right, Mr Calderon. Thompson means I think that Dr Maturin ranks as a Lieutenant, and therefore is senior to the scrub.

I think a Colonel probably outranks all of you, and I would have him flogged. If I wasn't just a passenger.

*grins* Aye, that's what I meant, right enough, sir. If the captain were around to hear him, he'd end up kissin' the gunner's daughter, or me name ain't George Thompson.

*frowns a little* Don't think you can flog middies, though, sir. But i know you can turn them before the mast, and then they can be flogged, so I s'pose you can.

*smirks* Cane the lad, and have done with it. Young gentleman that one sure ain't.

(XD, I just noticed where Rosina's hand is... akhm.. er back to the topic ofcourse!) (oh and sure thing Yates will learn plenty of bad habits and words should he stay about this mid. Ahehe. )

I'll not have ye poison me with that! *glaring coldly at the offered, taking a step back now that his ear is free from the hold, burning bright red and aching. Still he looks somewhat paler with the threat of the gunner's daughter. Uncomfortable at the thought, at the very least and quiet for a moment too!*

*can't quite believe he agrees with the corporal*

Might teach him some manners, an' all.

Now, I am being kind to you. It is an ordinary emetic, and I have the basin here, to get rid of the spirits before someone who can and will have you caned comes by.

... ye wish to have me ..vomit.. and soil me uniform? *pondering on the prospects of certain vomit = possibility of getting caned.*

Not if you throw up into the basin, boy. Now, you were exceptionally rude, you hear, and if you do that again I will not be so helpful. Getting drunk as a lord at your age, for shame.

Rude?.. tish..tosh.. I'll have ye know, my reaction was fully... justified. *eyeing the emetic* You... wouldn't mind giving me a ..few glasses of wine, when I'm finished with this.. IF... I choose to commit myself to this unsanitary ordeal.. ofcourse?.. 'tis jus' to ... correct me taste..'tis all.

Oh, for God's love, the bolus is to get the alcohol out of you! As if I would then pour it back in after I had put myself out like this!

And there is no 'if' about it - if you do not swallow it now, I know plenty of gentlemen outside who would be more than willing to hold you down while I pinch your nose.

*nods at Maturin's comment* I'd recommend drinkin' that, sir. Safer, y'see. Of course, if you want, you can take your chances... *grins*

Have you ever known me drunk? A vile slander from one I counted a friend.

*confused; looks up from De Guarde* Who called you drunk, my lord?

I'll take me chances then! I've no desire to taste the contents of me insides this early in t' day. Certainly not, sir. I've doubt that they would be willing to have it upon their person as well.. Volunteers of this kind , you shall find, are hard to find! *a grin blossoming on his lips*

*winces*

You'd probably have preferred the Doctor's medicine, sir.

*to Corporal Johnson* Will you need a hand, Corporal?