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He creapt along the mans gun in hand. Spotting another guard he hid in a door way to the guards room. His spirits dropped hearing the door behind him creak open and the click of guns cocking.
He held the gun out.
"Wise choice Midshipman"
Archie sighed handing the gun over, allowing the men to lead him back to the courtyard.
"Now tell me, what do you feel your punishment should be hmm?"
"I wouldn't be as presumptious to offer a suggestion" Archie muttered.
"a dozen lashes I think shall do"
- Mood:
cranky
Archie swallowed hard creeping closer to the edge of the prison yard, his mind on his escape. He hated to think about what his absense was doing to his dear friend Hornblower, his last memory was of storming the ship. Then he'd felt a seizure coming. He'd felt the panic rise, and control of his body slipping from him. Then There was this place. He had no idea how, when, or why he was here. But he knew it was his Duty to try to escape. His plan was working the guard was close to hand-
He jumped the guard knocking him to the ground punching him and knocking him out. "Sorry" he muttered, although he didn't really have the emotion behind it. He took the man's gun and continued the way he'd planned.
- Location:Prision - Spain
- Mood:
confused
