This is my first fanfiction published in English. But I couldn't write it without my sister, Marta and my friend, Ruth who corrected my horrible grammar (because I'm Hungarian). Thank you for them!

Chapter 1

An ugly morning had come to Porsmouth. The grey clouds were flying low, cold, keen wind was blowing from the sea and it was raining too. The people were all morose. They buttoned up their coats and they were hurrying to get down to their work.

FG Foster, Second Lieutenant of the Galathea frigate, put his hat on and ran across the harbour. He clenched his teeth to stop them chattering, and jumped between the pools like a clumsy frog. He had already seen his ship and was dreaming about his warm, dry cabin. But something forced him to stop. In front or him a little boy appeared as if grown out of the ground. He was a small child, with big green-blue eyes, pale face and wavy, golden brown hair. He was wearing a midshipman's hat but his clothes weren't in line with Navy regulations.Foster opened his purse to give some coins to the lad (he thought he was begging - besides where the Hell had he got that hat?) when the boy asked him in a thin, tuneful voice:

"Excuse me sir, can you show me which ship is the Raisonable?"

Fosterstood gaping. What could this ragged child do in the best ship of the fleet? He pointed, hesitating, at the battleship which was achored in the entry of the harbour.

"That is it."

"Ahha." the boy's voice was less confident. „And how can I get there?"

"You can't before eight o'clock. They don't send a boat to the shore until then." answered the Lieutenant, and the question tumbled out from his lips. "Why do you want to go there?"

"I start my service at there as a midshipman!" said the lad and he blushed. "My uncle, Maurice Suckling, is the captain of the Raisonable!"

"Oh!"Foster stared on the boy with wonder. He has never seen such a poor-looking midshipman. But he could restrain himself to say loudly. "I can give you one of our boats to take you to your ship. Now come with me, I invite you to breakfast on board the Galathea!"

"Thank you very much, sir!" answered the boy so seriously thatFoster nearly broke into laughter.

"What's your name, young man?" asked when his merriment subsided.

"Horatio Nelson." came the answer.

Please review to me! Or I will continue it... I'm very curious what do you think about it!