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Author's note: Non Slashy. Or if it is, it is unintentionally.
Captain Jack Aubrey of the Surprise has seen many men die;
in the heat of battle, falling under an enemy's blade, from
cannon fire, from disease, infection, wounds. He has seen men
wither away like plants in a desert.
He never saw Hollom take his own life.
In a strange way, he is thankful; what would he have seen in
Hollom's eyes before he took the cannonball in his hands and jumped?
Relief perhaps, or maybe anger. Probably grief.
Sometimes when he looks out over the water, he thinks of Hollom,
and feels the slightest twinge of guilt. Not enough to keep him
awake at night, but it's still there.
He remembers words, rendered meaningless now.
"I'll be much tougher on them from now on."
He snorts when he thinks of those words; Hollom was not cut out to
be an officer, not cut out to lead men into battle, to keep their
trust and their respect.
He remembers the men looking at him with defiance, with suspicion.
Their mouths forming the deadly word, JONAH.
Perhaps Hollom was a JONAH, he thinks. We did catch the wind again
after he…
And there it is again, the slight twinge of guilt.
He remembers Killick opening the bible to the book of JONAH, and
then his own hand shutting the book.
And then asking for the lord's forgiveness, and Hollom's.
Author's note: Non Slashy. Or if it is, it is unintentionally.
Captain Jack Aubrey of the Surprise has seen many men die;
in the heat of battle, falling under an enemy's blade, from
cannon fire, from disease, infection, wounds. He has seen men
wither away like plants in a desert.
He never saw Hollom take his own life.
In a strange way, he is thankful; what would he have seen in
Hollom's eyes before he took the cannonball in his hands and jumped?
Relief perhaps, or maybe anger. Probably grief.
Sometimes when he looks out over the water, he thinks of Hollom,
and feels the slightest twinge of guilt. Not enough to keep him
awake at night, but it's still there.
He remembers words, rendered meaningless now.
"I'll be much tougher on them from now on."
He snorts when he thinks of those words; Hollom was not cut out to
be an officer, not cut out to lead men into battle, to keep their
trust and their respect.
He remembers the men looking at him with defiance, with suspicion.
Their mouths forming the deadly word, JONAH.
Perhaps Hollom was a JONAH, he thinks. We did catch the wind again
after he…
And there it is again, the slight twinge of guilt.
He remembers Killick opening the bible to the book of JONAH, and
then his own hand shutting the book.
And then asking for the lord's forgiveness, and Hollom's.