Chapter II: The Quick Recovery
Later, the very following morning, Penelope requested that she change Hornblower's bandages for his wound. And of course, because she was the captain's daughter, he let her walk in Hornblower's quarters, she greeted him with a smile, "Guten Morgan, Mr. Hornblower."
Hornblower only smile and slowly sat up in his bed." Hello Ms. Pellew. I did not know you could speak German." He stated, noticing the Guten and Morgan. Which in German meant good morning
Penelope shrugged and wondered over to his bed, sitting herself upon the side. "There is so much that you do not know about me, sir. My grandfather took me to Germany when I was little. And there he taught me to speak the language." She explained. "So, does Mr. Hornblower speak a non native language?" She asked. As she slowly unwrapped the older bandage from the gun shot wound." Looks as though it is healing." She said with satisfaction.

"Are you thirsty, acting leftenant?" She asked.

" No, thank you. So you asked me if I spoke any other language? I speak a bit of French, as a matter of fact. So, Ms. Pellew was.."

Penelope began to laugh at this. She never really liked the frogs, nor their language. So she could not help but laugh. " Sorry for the rude laugh, but, the French language the so called ' language of love' never really appealed to my liking. and please call me Penelope." She said in interruption.
"Penelope?"
"Yes?"
"Your voice it is not very accented as mine. Might I ask, are you part Spanish?"
Penelope looked at him and smiled, "Yes, my mother was a Spanish servant, and my father, fell in love with her, while he was wounded in a small village in Spain." She explained.
"And have you any brothers or sisters?" He asked. Trying to ignore the fact that she had begun to rewrap the wound. But also wanted to focus on the fact the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was touching him gently. And also he had to turn his mind away from this, because more blood left his head. And seemed to venture elsewhere.

Penelope noticed this and blushed. Horatio tried to hide his longing for her," Forgive me, I…I am not used to…."

" That is quite alright. You would not be the first nor the last to show a surprise such as that." She said with a smile" and as to answer your question. I am an only child. My mother died when was just a baby. Or so my father tells me. So, you are seventeen, and very successful in your ventures at sea? " She asked trying her best to avoid the subject of her mother's death as much as possible. And twist him away from his erection.
"Yes. So far I have been, except for the defeat yesterday."
"Well, at least you are still alive, sir. "She pointed out.
"At least. But, I could have done better."
"Do you think that if you had more men with you, that you would have been victorious against the French ship?" She asked.
"Perhaps. But then again my father once told me that there is a reason for everything that happens. No matter what the situation. "He explained.
"Maybe." Penelope paused and forgot entirely about what she was going to say, as Hornblower was looking right at her. And she stared back at him. After a long moment of their silence. Penelope spoke again." There. I am finished wrapping your wound." She said and arose.
Hornblower smiled lightly and slowly arose from the bed. "I should be fine now." He stated. "I think that I could stand to wonder the boat deck this morning. Penelope, would you care to join me?"
Penelope smiled and watched as he donned himself in a fresh coat and white shirt."I would be honored to join you this morning on the boat deck, sir."