Disclaimer: I do not own Hornblower, if I did, Jamie Bamber would not be wearing clothes most of the time. (hehe)
One day, on the Indie, the Indie boys were brushing up on their grammatical skills…'Err,
I'd have ta say that's 12, sir.' Hesitated Styles
'STY-ELS,
we're attending a lesson on grammar, not mathematics!' said
Horatio in his best stern voice. 'And put the chicken back styles!
How the devil could "how could you describe Archie's manner?"
be translated to "12?" I would say…poignant! I have to say,
Styles, you're a bit dim!' continued Hornblower.
'Aye aye,
sir.' Said Styles dimly.
'Now, Archie, how could you describe
my Grammar lessons?' Horatio asked hopefully.
'Interminable.'
Said Archie, trying to keep a straight face.
Horatio looked at
him, blushing, or maybe that was just the makeup.
'Well, then,
err…wa-wat…does that mean, I mean I know it's bad and all but…'
Horatio mumbled.
'It means-' started Archie.
'Interminable
means, Archie, full sentences, please!'
'It means
paaaiiiinfully dragged out…and boring!' Enunciated Archie in a
very pommy voice, in his attempt to imitate Horatio's pride, he
didn't notice Captain Pellew walking in to the cabin.
'Are
these nasty-pasties teasing you, Mr Hornblower?' simpered Pellew
with an air of complete and utter devotion.
Horatio blinked back
the tears welling up.
'Yeth, Mr captain, thir! They were
teathening-ing my Grammar thkiwth' said Horatio in his best cutesy
voice. (a/n, yeah, he was speaking with a lisp, by the way...)
'Oh,
you'll get over it. Now, mister Kennedy, tell us some more about
those fancy words of yours, will you?' said Pellew.
'Aye, aye
sir!' grinned Archie.