Fifteen Years

by Admiral von Cha-Cha

Because things happen when you're posted in Britain for fifteen years. Fifteen drabbles from the perspective of different Knights over the time they spend serving the Empire.

14. Bors: Nautical

14. Bors: Nautical

Bors stood defiantly at wildly tossing prow; the blue-grey water whipped into a frenzy of whitecaps and spray. Soaked to the skin and smelling of brine, he felt a fierce delight in the squall's fury. It's like Vanora when I return from a mission, he thought.

"Bors, get below decks!" came Arthur's weak shout, the commander's face the colour of cheese.

"Not very nautical, are you Artorius?" Bors cackled maniacally. He thumped his chest violently, and roared a war-cry to the gale.

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Belowdecks, the Irish princess grimaced. "Is he often so…"

"…Mad? Yes," replied Lancelot darkly. "Often, he's worse."

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Not sure where the Irish princess sprang from, but I figure they're escorting her somewhere for the Romans.