Fortitude Notecard sent September 2005 to Tigertale, who asked for our unrequited sailor OTP. :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “God’s blood, Stephen, are you in your skin again?” Maturin looked up from beneath his hat and stretched his toes in the sunlight. “It’s quite healthful, my dear, I assure you; and one can never do too much for the sake of one's health.” Jack grinned and shook his head, grasping the lowering ropes. “Aye, well, just don’t go taking too much health, darling, lest you scandalize our poor cox'n's eyes.” Bonden stepped past him into the rowboat, the doctor’s bag in his hand and his gaze fixed on inspecting the rigging. His face was dark in the glaring sun as he reached for the ropes. “I would never look, Sir.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ back