These is my first Fic about Horatio Hornblower, so be kind and don't kill me.

I don't own the characters, but I wish I did.

And, I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes, but English isn't my mother language, I'm a Brazilian girl...

Oh, and lets pretend that Mr. Wellard and Archie are still alive, 'Cause is funnier that way.

So Young – Chapter 1/?

Archie Kennedy was sit on a bench on the officers room looking very bored. His head was supported on his hand.

" Home is still far? I'm completely bored."

" You looks like bored." Said Horatio from the other side of the room. He was trying to fix his coach, that was very torn and erode on the cuff. " Oh, I give up. It's impossible. I'll walk around with it torn till we get on England".

" Ah, the man can make naval strategies against Spanish, but he can't sew his coach. What a irony from the destiny!" Said Mr. Bush, happily, while he was getting into the room.

" Oh, don't pic on me, Mr. Bush. I'm trying my best, but it's just impossible."

" Where are Mr. Buckland and Mr. Wellard, Mr. Bush?" Asked Archie.

"Oh, Captain Sawyer is scolding on Mr. Wellard again. I feel pity of that boy. I don't think that he does anything wrong this time, but The captain insist that he does something. This morning Mr. Wellard told me that he was glad for going home, and I think that he's leaving Cap. Sawyer. About Mr. Buckland, I don't know where he is".

"Well, If I was him, I would leave the Captain too." Said Horatio.

"So, do we have any news about the Red-Coach that is going to accompany us on our mission on Russia?" Said Archie, feeling a necessity of changing the subject.

" No. All that Mr. Buckland told me, was that he know these person and that we are going to get shocked when we see him." Said Horatio.

The Ship soon got on earth, and all those men felt blessed to can put their foot on English-ground again. It was a cold night, and they all were sleepy and tired of sleeping into hammock, they look for a hotel or any place were they cold sleep with some comfort.

Mr. Buckland said that he knew a place, and all them go there with him, less Mr. Bush, that said that his mother and his brothers were waiting for him at home.

The place was pretty charming and it called 'Gilmore Board'

A woman come to attend them, and soon they were each one in comfortable rooms.

The next morning was very British, because the sky was grey and there were huge clouds in it.

But that doesn't matter, 'cause they all were in good mood. They meet each other in the breakfast room, that was equal to heaven.

There were a lot of different breads and cakes, and Juices with different colours, all looking very tropical. All was on a large table, and a lot of strawberries that just were telling: 'Eat me, please!'

"So Luck ours that Bush isn't here. I never see someone eat like he does." Said Mr. Buckland.

Mr. Wellard was eating very fast, trying to put five cookies in the mouth all in the same time.

" Hey, Calm down, Mr. Wellard! The food isn't going away, and if you keep eating like that, you're going to choke or something" Said Archie.

'Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Kennedy, but I'm late. In fact, I'm very late. I've got to go." Said him quickly while he was trying to eat a peace of chocolate cake.

" Late for what?" Said Horatio, while he was drinking his juice.

" Oh, I have to go to the Mail, to wait for the red-coach that it's going to join us on our travel to Russia. Cap. Sawyer told me that this was my punishment."

" Punishment?" Asked Mr. Bush with Cake in his mouth.

"Yes, Mr. Bush. He caught me 'doing nothing'." Said him sadly. "Now, If you excuse me, I've got to go". And Mr. Wellard walked to the door looking very unhappy.

"I wouldn't wanna be that boy now" Said Archie.

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It was raining and the weather was perfect for lie on a comfortable bed and hide under a lot of blankets in front of a big fireside. But Henry Wellard was on the front of the post-office shivering, waiting for a person that he not even knew, just because the Captain Insisted on hate him. Great, though him, you're very lucky...

But his thoughts were interrupted by someone. Henry Wellard felt a softly hand on his shoulder, and when he turned, the people that had put the hand on his shoulder said:

" Hi. Are you the Midshipman Wellard? Because, If you are, I'm the red coat that is joining you and your ship till Russia."

Mr. Wellard mouth opened, but he couldn't speak.

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