Bellamy nods. "Of course. We'll make sail immediately, and once my cabin is clear, sir, 'twill be at your disposal."
And almost as if on cue, the cabin door opens and the Edinburgh's surgeon steps out onto the main deck.
Bellamy nearly sighs with relief, for there's no blood in sight on the surgeon's clothing -- but his relief is short-lived, for two of the injured sailors emerge from the cabin in the surgeon's wake, carrying between them a smaller, blanket-wrapped figure that is gently laid down on the deck.
For a long moment, there's nothing he can say. And then he fumbles in his pocket, and takes out a small stoppered metal flask. Recently refilled, straight from the ship's stores.
"To take off the chill," he murmurs, holding it out to the officer.
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And almost as if on cue, the cabin door opens and the Edinburgh's surgeon steps out onto the main deck.
Bellamy nearly sighs with relief, for there's no blood in sight on the surgeon's clothing -- but his relief is short-lived, for two of the injured sailors emerge from the cabin in the surgeon's wake, carrying between them a smaller, blanket-wrapped figure that is gently laid down on the deck.
For a long moment, there's nothing he can say. And then he fumbles in his pocket, and takes out a small stoppered metal flask. Recently refilled, straight from the ship's stores.
"To take off the chill," he murmurs, holding it out to the officer.