He was about to thank Bellamy, but he can't speak now, can't do anything but stare at the little body. One of his younger midshipmen? A cabin boy? One of the older powder monkeys? He doesn't know without seeing the face, and it doesn't really matter. The boy wouldn't be dead now if he hadn't...
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Date: 2006-07-29 07:09 pm (UTC)He was about to thank Bellamy, but he can't speak now, can't do anything but stare at the little body. One of his younger midshipmen? A cabin boy? One of the older powder monkeys? He doesn't know without seeing the face, and it doesn't really matter. The boy wouldn't be dead now if he hadn't...
He reaches out, numbly, and takes the flask.