Title: Friendship Has It's Limits
Summary: Years and years of companionship are all well and good, but when it comes to sharing the captain's magnificent Dollond's perspective glass, it's every man for himself.
Note: This is what happens when people force me to start writing again. I take a really old idea and turn it into a piece. I hope you're all happy with yourselves.
Anyways, I'm working on something at the moment – I'm going to end up reading the series ALL OVER AGAIN because of it (I just KNOW it), so it'll take me a while. However, it WILL be more than one chapter – several chapters, I daresay, and loads of fun for everyone. Quite serious, in fact (for once). So keep your trousers on!
'My God... I thought I would never see the day.'
'Sub Deo! Upupa epops!'
Excitement pulsed through their veins, and faces lit with joy – unexpected joy – and both raced, neck and neck, into the house, each completely unaware in their jubilation. That is to say, until they had reached their goal.
Jack frowned at Stephen. 'Sir, I do not understand your happiness – I give you joy of it – but I must insist that you relinquish my glass.' He held it quite firmly, but Stephen's hand still rested on it.
'Jack, I MUST insist – upupa epops! – a most rare occasion, and one that shall not occur, again, I fear –'
'My BOY is aboard the 'Bellona'!' cried Jack. 'As master's mate, sir! I persist – let go of my glass!'
Stephen wrenched it away from the admiral and darted back outside, already training the telescope upon the bird.
'I say!' called Jack. 'Return that this very instant, sir! Come – hallo – come back!' With that, he dashed off after Maturin, face flushed with indignation and looking perfectly undignified.
Fanny clucked and shook her head. 'When will they start to act their age?'
