#lieutenant boyd

[hurglewurm]

you wanna draw ravenous?!??!! hows about some cane boyd action… :3c <3 yeah maybe he only uses it for one scene but it’s significant .. to ME! THANK U LUV U!!!

yeah. yeah yeah yeah the vision the VISION

[dreams-amuck]

Untameable Hunger

A lightly shaded pencil style sketch commission I did of Lieutenant Boyd(left) and Colonel Ives(right) inspired by @x3n09's tasty fic on Ao3 called Hunger. Give their stuff a read it's *chef's mf kisssss*🥵😩🤌

Support me on ko-fi or commission me to get your own spicy drawing. 🤭😘

[rpjournal]

Camp McCarran 11/2/81

On my way out of Fiend Territory, I stopped by Camp McCarran to check in with the news. Although what I did helped relieve pressure on one side of the Strip, the NCR has a bucketload of problems on the inside. Talking to Boone's old squad and Major Morales whose husband's body they left for the birds, it seems the NCR even fails to take care of their own. I've got no love for them but for now, my help could give them more opportunities to fix what some of what they're doing wrong.

First off, they've captured a bona fide centurion of Caesar's Legion! As an 'outside contractor,' Lieutenant Boyd was more than happy to let me have a turn at interrogation, and I was more than happy to provide. The centurion told me that there was something wrong with Caesar, that he's been suffering from great headaches and is diminishing in his ability to lead the legion.

To add to that, the NCR has a spy on their hands. Someone had been sneaking into the control tower to steal supplies, and somehow troop movements are getting to the enemy. All it took was a bit of waiting and I caught the mole red-handed as he was setting up to blow up the monorail.

But most interesting of all was the mission Dr. Hildern of the OSI sent me on. He spoke up a vault in the mountains west of here that had lush gardens blooming from its entrance. It's almost too good to be true. I had heard rumors of a similar sanctuary back east and figured something like this could prove invaluable to my father's research. I should check this out.

[writebackatya]

Me and the Bad Bitch I Pulled By Being Autistic

Plot twist: Everyone is the bad bitch and the autistic one cause this is DuckTales, bitch!

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

The morning they're meant to leave back to Duckburg, Gyro tries his hardest to avoid Fenton.

oh my gosh y'all Im shaking I finally finished this fucking fic what

[pedroam-bang]

Master And Commander: The Far Side Of The World (2003)

[askkolathecourierandco]

wrote this cause I got bored and had a new au for Kola also my first time writing for a cannon character(s) so hope I did them some justice. 

        Kola walked carefully around Camp McCarran, careful not to be seen or accidentally stepped on. She had been staying in the camp for about a week now and had learned to avoid being seen so far because of her size or everyone just being too busy. Which surprised her as everyone seemed observant to her but then again, she had taken food on multi-pul occasions. And she had yet to be caught by anyone so far so maybe she was wrong in that regard. As she was lost in her thoughts, she almost got stepped on, but thankfully was missed by a few inches. Looking up, she saw it was Lt. Boyd who looked to be talking to Col. Hsu about a missing corporal who had yet to check in for almost a week. Following them, Kola listened in, staying out of sight, moving between hiding spots which were few and far between each one. Before the two came to a stop in the food area of the concourse as the two sat across from each other. Moving slowly and carefully around, Kola made her way closer to listen in more, only to stop when her stomach growled lowly at her. Putting a hand on her stomach as she looked around, trying to see if she could take any food that got left out. Looking about, her eyes fell on what looked to be a plate of food that had been left out. Going over to it, she started to climb up quickly, making it up before dashing for it, only for a glass cup to be slammed down on top before she could make it.  

        James was talking to Boyd when a loud slam was heard, causing the man to jump. Looking over along with Carrie at the camp’s cook, who had his back to them, looking down at something on the table. Across from him Boyd got up to see what was going on as she went over, asking what was stopping mid-sentence. Now really worried, he walked over to them “Will, Carrie, are you both okay is something wrong?” he asked, them concern in his voice. He looked toward what they were looking at, noticing the glass cup covering what looked to be a small pocket sized human pushing it over to a plate of food. Reaching over slowly, he pulled the cup off, getting a better look at them as they stared up at them. James saw that whoever this was, they wore a brown button-up shirt, with a pair of coveralls and a bandana tied around their neck. Along with an cloth bandaged over their left eye,  the last two items were a bag of sorts around their waist and a shackle with a broken chain. Part of which was still attached reaching a finger out, he poked them in the stomach gently, wanting to be sure this was real. Poking the other got a reaction of them as they made a small sound of discomfort, pushing his finger away in response, as they looked up at him pouting.   

        The reaction caused Hsu to give a chuckle in response, “sorry, sorry had to make sure you weren’t some fever dream,” he tells the smaller being. Looking at them smiling, “my name is Jame Hsu and this is Carrie Body, and Corporal William Farber,” he said introducing himself and the two with him. He figured it would make the other feel more at ease if he made introductions and to ease possible tensions. Before he could ask for their name, the other turned their back to them, going over to the plate picking up a pea, walking over and setting it down. James watched along with Carrie and William as they went back and forth, spelling out “Kola” with the peas. Holding a finger out to her gently “nice to meet you, Kola,” he said watching as she stepped back as if not wanting to get poked again, before reaching out to shake his finger slowly. After introductions were made, he watched as Kola turned to the peas, taking them back to the plate, before she dug into the food. Grabbing his own food from the table and coming back over, he sat in the booth, figuring he’d eat with their new guest. After he’d ask her some questions back in his office along with seeing if he could get that shackle off her ankle as it didn’t seem too comfortable. As for now, he’d leave her to eat her food contently in peace, who Farber had been kind enough to bring something to drink using a small used bullet casing.  

        Kola ate with the Colonel Hsu, neither saying a word as she thought about what to do now that three people knew about her. She couldn’t go back into hiding and just nicking food anymore or other items she sometimes would flitch but, maybe if she played her cards right, they’d let her stay here at the camp. Finishing up her food, she stood up she walked over to Hsu, patting him on the hand to get his attention who looked down at her. Before he could ask what was wrong, she started to mime to him, asking permission to stay at McCarran. It took a moment but the other got it after a bit smiling at her “yes, you can stay but on a few conditions” he tells her before continuing on after she nods. She listened as he listed them first was she couldn’t get underfoot as she could get hurt, second was she couldn’t steal food anymore, the last one was if she was okay with it he wanted to ask a few questions and take that shackle off her ankle. Kola thought it over for a moment before giving a nod, seeing as those could be easy to do so long as, for the last part, none of the questions were hard to answer. With that, the two got up,  Kola riding the man’s shoulder, making sure she had a fairly good grip to not fall off on their way back to the other’s office. Thinking the whole way back what he was going to ask her when they got there.

[bisexual-slime]

YES I LOVE RAVENOUS!!! Boyd is like if a failgirl was a man in his thirties.

YEAH he and ash williams are my failgirl malewives <3 boyd literally never catches a break and then when the shit hits the fan at the end...guy pearce can really play pathetic-yet-trying and I love it

[rubadubdub3nunsinatub]

James Fitzjames the Burlesque Dancer

"He took a leading role in amateur dramatics, attending several rehearsals before, on 28 October 1833, he starred in a burlesque with his friend John Boyd and ‘some army chaps’. It is not surprising that a flamboyant character like Fitzjames, who was a natural mimic, would be attracted to the world of greasepaint. The play was called Chrononhotonthologos, the most tragical tragedy that ever was tragedized by any company of tragedians. It is an extraordinary play which must be overdue revival. In 1833 it was already about 100 years old, having been written by Henry Carey allegedly as a satire at the expense of Queen Caroline and Robert Walpole. John Boyd was cast as captain of the guard and Fitzjames was cast, in drag, in the lead role as Fadladinida, Queen of Queerummania. Fitzjames spent the whole day ‘getting rigged for the Queen … in women’s clothes all bediamonded and bepearled’. The large athletic officer must have made a fine sight as he ostentatiously sat through the first amateur performance of The Heir at Law by officers of the garrison, which he watched from a box among the audience. Then it was his turn to go backstage to prepare for his role in Chrononhotonthologos… …Fitzjames said that he had ‘never laughed so much in my life’. After this risqué performance, it must have been difficult for the three captains to envisage failing to pass for lieutenant this popular young officer, who must have been the talk of the garrison and the ships at Malta. Two weeks later he was examined again for seamanship and it seems that this time he passed as he was awarded his Mate’s Warrant the following day."

James Fitzjames: the Mystery Man of the Franklin Expedition by William Battersby (2010), Chapter 5

[undeadcourier]

Top 10 F:NV Side Quests/Unmarked Quests You Don't Want To Miss

These are specifically quests that I think are particularly entertaining, offer unique role-playing opportunities, and/or provide interesting insights into the game's npcs—and which I think are pretty easy to miss. For that reason, I haven't included any companion quests or some of the more prominent side quests.

1. The White Wash - Discover why the NCR sharecroppers aren't getting their full allotment of water and what happened to Corporal White. My recommendation: bring Arcade.

2. Silus Treatment - Help Lieutenant Boyd at Camp McCarran in her interrogation of Silus, a Legion Centurion. My recommendation: do this with Speech 50 or Intelligence 8.

3. Someone to Watch Over Me - Help Crandon keep North Vegas Square safe from squatters/Greasers; discover what happened to Alice Hostetler and advise her with regard to her family problems.

4. Aba Daba Honeymoon - Help Diane and Jack of the Great Khans with their chem trade. You can learn the special unarmed move, Khan Trick, by completing this quest.

5. Why Can't We Be Friends? - Either facilitate an alliance between Samuel Cooke and the Powder Gangers of Vault 19 and the Great Khans, or destroy the caves for Philip Lem and convince him to either join the Khans or turn himself and the Powder Gangers in to the NCR.

6. I Fought the Law - Help Eddie deal with some problems the Powder Gangers have had since taking the NCRCF.

7. A Final Plan for Esteban - Retrieve Esteban's body from the Fiends for his widow, Private Morales, who is stuck at Camp McCarran. My recommendation: speak to the NCR troopers stationed nearby the Fiend base before and after retrieving the bodies.

8. Malleable Mini Boomer Minds - Make friends with the kids at Nellis. My recommendation: bring a rocket souvenir or dino toy (distinct from a dinky souvenir).

9. Rotface's Loose Lips - Get the hot goss from Rotface in Freeside. My recommendation: talk to him at least 30 times so you don't miss anything juicy.

10. Thought for the Day - Have your fortune told by the Forecaster beneath the 188 Trading Post.

[aimeedaisies]

Court Circular | 31st January 2024

Sandringham, Norfolk

The Princess Royal, on behalf of The King, held an Investiture at Buckingham Palace this afternoon.

St. James's Palace

The Princess Royal, Royal Fellow, the Royal Academy of Engineering, this evening attended the Tenth Anniversary Reception of the Africa Prize for Engineering Innovation at Prince Philip House, 3 Carlton House Terrace, London SW1, and was received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Greater London (Sir Kenneth Olisa).

Appendix To Court Circular

The Princess Royal has been pleased to make the following appointments as Extra Ladies in Waiting to Her Royal Highness: Lady McFarlane, the Lady Elizabeth Leeming, Mrs. John Armstrong, Mrs. Dolly Maude and Mrs. Simon Rhodes upon the retirement of the following Ladies in Waiting: Lady Carew Pole, the Hon. Dame Shân Legge-Bourke, Dame Rowena Feilden and Mrs. Brian Hammond.

Colonel John Boyd to be appointed Private Secretary to The Princess Royal upon Mr. Charles Davies relinquishing his appointment.

The appointments to date from 1st February 2024.

[hurglewurm]

Hello! I saw you were considering drawing some ravenous art! I’d love to request a domestic embrace in a beartrap :))) I’m a huge fan of your work keep filling up the tag!

the beartrap was gay sex. i know it

[tacticalhimbo]

Ave, @bruderup ! I'm your comrade for this year's Celebradiation exchange, hosted by the amazing team at @falloutfandomeventhub !

I had.. so much fun. With your prompt! A rare-pair with a fascinating dynamic that can go so many different ways??? Yes please! That said, I really do hope you enjoy this piece <3

Also, let me know if you’d like a more permanent copy of this, too! I’m always happy to provide a PDF version of the writings I do :3

He had always been a good soldier. Arguably, a good man.

So it was then, when the Courier had delivered the news that Curtis was the one giving away key security intel, Colonel Hsu felt a gaping abyss settle into his gut. A conflict arose from it, grabbing at his heart and his mind, balancing them within its evil hands like the scales of judgment. Part of him knew he had a duty to the Republic; apprehension and punishment was the only “right” approach to the matter. Their forces were stretched thin as it was, and the last thing they needed was a grand schism. The other part of him, though, knew there had to be something more. Something that swayed Curtis to turn his back on his compatriots and find himself within the Legion’s iron grasp.

Or perhaps, despite that dawning realization, there was a part of him that was a good man. A good soldier. Someone who could be swayed back into doing the right thing and amending this error before the word spread beyond his control. It was that justification that he held onto. What drove him to save face, to the best of his ability. Lips pursed together as weary eyes trailed toward the door, staring past the Courier as if they were not there before him.

“Curtis? He’s been in the NCR long before our conflict with the Legion. There’s just no way… I hope you’re mistaken, but somehow I don’t think so. It’d explain a lot.” He paused, standing from his seat and adjusting the finer details of his uniform. When he continued, his voice was ever more exhausted. Defeated.

“This is much worse than anyone expected. You’ve done everything that was asked of you, and you have my personal thanks for this. I’ll… have Curtis taken into custody. If he lets himself be taken alive, that is. I’ll take things from here. You, uh—Lieutenant Boyd might be willing to get an extra hand in interrogating the Legion prisoner. She’s upstairs, on the other side of the building.”

As soon as he was alone again, the Colonel let out a bated breath. It shuddered, nearly choking him as the weight of everything crashed down on him. His mind swirled as he found himself marching toward the Captain’s office, scribbled plans clenched in his own iron fist. Yet when he appeared in the doorway, he seemed composed. Calm. What he had to be, with so many eyes on him.

“Captain Curtis, I hope you’re not busy?”

There was something off. Ron knew it. James hardly spoke to him so punctly. Especially behind closed doors, made apparent by the soft thud as the Colonel further ensured their privacy. Moreover, it was rare that he approached him. For the Colonel to seek him out…

He, too, braved face. Turned and offered a polite nod as blue eyes scanned his form. Caught the way the other’s bore into him. “Of course not… sir. Is there something you need?”

“What I need is an explanation. I believe these,” he held up the crumpled paper, making it a point to straighten it out best he could and reveal the plans to the officer, “are yours?”

The cracks began to form, just as crinkles on the paper were smoothed to reveal hastily sketched schematics. Slanted, written notes about the monorail’s schedule followed by the guard rotations for the week. Brows knitted together as muscles wound taut, posture straightening. The other simply stood steadfast, only his gaze softening as he stepped to place the paper down on the officer’s desk.

“I—”

“There’s an explanation, I know.” James’ voice was lowered. Focused. “And it had better be a good one. I don’t… This isn’t something that can be brushed under the bed. Even talking to you now puts my ass on the line. So what I want—need you to do, is to tell me why, Ron. Why the Legion? If it were House, or one of the casino mafias, I could try to understand it. But this?” He quieted, voice beginning to shake as it was muted to a whisper.

The Captain couldn’t help the way his heart weighed within his chest. The way it’d sunk into his gut, quickly swallowed by the churning acidic whirlpools. Being caught was one thing; enough to turn his stomach and make his blood run cold. But to see James in such a state? To see him barely keeping professional composure as he begged him to explain himself? It made him properly sick. Brought the bile to the back of his throat, and forced him to swallow it down as now-chapped lips parted.

“… Before I swore myself under the Republic’s banner, I was Legion. Born under Caesar. I’ll spare the details, but my being here was no coincidence. Before the Legion began challenging the NCR, Caesar needed eyes on the situation. I was, at the time, placed within Bravo Company. The officer at the time would… meet his end, and that is when I took over and caught the eye of General Oliver. I was transferred here, and it gave me that vantage that I’d needed to launch Racket.”

There was just too much information. The fact that everything had been a lie. Everything. Curtis’ allegiance to the Republic. The backstory he’d weaved and spun about facing Legion atrocity, when he had likely been the ones seeing them out. The death of Bravo Company’s commanding officer, details obscured by the tears that’d coated his jacket as he’d helped deliver the news to his partner at the time. Did that mean, then, that their love was a lie? That he was just another pawn in the operation? As much as he wanted to confront it, the Colonel knew he needed more information first.

“Racket? You mean the monorail explosion? … It’s supposed to be a distraction, isn’t it?” James stepped closer, bringing Ronald to step back in a vain attempt to keep the distance.

“… Yes.”

“For. What.” Another step forward, another mirrored backward. The room felt miniscule; constricting. The Captain was, almost literally, backed into the corner. A caged animal with two options:

Fight or surrender. Maintain his allegiance to the Legion and lose everything he has built in his time beneath the Bear’s banner… or give in. Recognize that he’d found something better. That there was a life worth living outside of the torch-lit encampments. That there was a life, and not ceaseless scrapping for survival. Pallid eyes peered past the Colonel’s scrutinizing gaze toward the door. Awaiting… something. Anything. A sign.

Then he felt a gloved hand grasp at his shoulder. Felt it command his attention. Fingers dug into the fabric of his uniform, a vain attempt at clawing at the muscle that lay beneath. Nails tearing into tendon, ripping apart at everything it’d grabbed until nothing remained. An intimidation tactic. A loose cannon waiting for the opportunity to fire.

“For what, Ron?” Spoken softer, despite his posturing. Desperate to reach the man he’d grown to know. The man that he prayed was still in there.

The Captain sighed, shoulders slumping under the weight of the other’s touch. “… An attack on the Strip, orchestrated by the Omertas while Caesar’s forces took the Dam. It’s a waste—Your courier friend took Nero and Big Sal out of the picture already. They may still have a stockpile of weapons, but I’m not certain where the new leadership stands.”

Nothing felt any clearer, and it’d only raised more questions. More avenues for the Republic’s forces to be split down whilst the Legion fixated theirs at the Dam. He’d have to bring this up with the top brass; attempt to launch an investigation into the Omertas in a way that doesn’t breach the contractual obligations the Republic has with House. He’d simply make a note of it for now; put a pin in the task of asking Ronald to testify.

“I see. This information will be… useful.” A pause, hand lingering on his companion’s shoulder before slowly withdrawing, pulling with him the temptation to send a firm fist forward and put an end to things as they stood. That would get them… nowhere. Make the situation worse, despite how much the urge coursed through his veins. He simply clenched and unclenched his fist, then shook his head.

“Professionalism aside, where does this information leave us?”

Curiosity. The subtle tilt of his head. “Us?”

A sadness reflected in the Colonel’s deep eyes. One that, should the Captain dig deep enough, was thrust forth by unbridled rage. “You know what I mean.”

Of course he did. It was no secret what he had meant in the line of questioning. Their little… affair had been something they had built up for quite the time. Practically ever since the Captain had been transferred to Camp McCarran. It started out innocently enough; as innocent as two commanding officers sneaking away into the abandoned wings of the airport terminal could be, that is. Something casual—their own form of stress relief—blossomed into something much more serious. Much more connected. And, it would be a lie to say that it didn’t sting a little thinking of how it’d become so entrapped in the web of lies Curtis had spun throughout his career.

He paused, almost unable to meet the gaze of the Colonel. A low sigh fell from his pressed lips, releasing the heat of his own tension. The urge to claw his way out of the room, damned be the consequence. Cowardly, as it were, he didn’t want to die. No—that wasn’t it. He didn’t want to kill James Hsu. His James. And so he spoke, voice leveled as he cautiously untangled his thoughts.

“I have… learned things, being here. Things that do not change my view of the Republic’s beliefs. No, the NCR will continue to do nothing more than bolster its presence on the Strip. Hinder the land with its standing.” His voice grew firmer, though he paused. This ideological debate was not the focus of their conversation. “But there is something beyond that. Something that you, and you alone, have shown me. I do not see you as an adversary, James.”

The closest thing to a confession—an affirmation—that the Colonel would receive. And, perhaps naively, it would have to do. It would be enough for him in this moment. He took a breath and stepped back, checking the door once more. Ensuring it was still shut, ensuring that the approaching footsteps continued past. Only when they were distant, near silent, and only then, did he speak again.

“If what you say is true, then you have to make this right. It is your duty to bury this,” he slides the schematics onto the nearby table, hesitating before abandoning them. Entrusting them back to their designer. “I… trust you have a plan for such a contingency.”

“Of course.” He spared the details. Figured that James would wish to stay in the dark, which did put a bit of a damper on his own mood.

The plan was straightforward, though it would be easier if there were an additional set of hands on the matter. Sneaking the plans and some loose junk into Davey Crenshaw’s footlocker would be fair game; hardly anybody lingered in the barracks long enough to notice. No, the hard part—and the most exciting, to Curtis—was the disposing of the Private. The two had an amicable enough relationship that he was certain he’d be able to lure him away from suspecting eyes. That said, there could also be a creative spin to put on it. A twist leaning into the youth’s knack for theatrics and pranks. One way or another, blood would be spilled, and they’d have a mole to serve to upper brass. He shrugged the idea off, though was unable to hide the spark in his eyes that had tipped James off.

The latter simply shook his head and sighed. “Whatever it is, just make sure it’s done… right. We cannot risk—”

The Captain stepped forward, finally secure in taking the initiative once more. He closed the gap considerably, leaving less than an arm’s length between the two. Left little room for the Colonel’s startled breath to escape him. Who’d cornered who, now?

Ron grinned, allowing muscles to relax as the other’s briefly grew taut. He oozed the same confidence that’d carried him so far. Carried him through his ranks, and into the arms of his compatriot; carried him to press his lips against James’. To grab at his arm and hold him in place as he’d sealed their deal. When he withdrew, he left the conversation with one last note of interest. One last prod at the Bear’s jaw.

“I know. Your secret is safe with me, amicus.”

[ltwilliammowett]

Fire the danger of every ship

Even on board ships that were built of wood and contained large quantities of flammable materials such as gunpowder, the risk of fire was a constant issue. If a fire broke out, it was very difficult to extinguish due to the cramped conditions. To make matters worse, loaded guns were often triggered, which then fired shots unpredictably and made rescue attempts difficult. The terrible loss of HMS Ajax on 14 February 1807 was another such case.

Watercolour of HMS Ajax (1798), by unknown (x)

Her fire was caused by accident or carelessness. She was anchored off Tenedos and was under Admiral Sir John Duckworth's squadron in Malta to take part in the Dardanelles operation. There were 630 men on the Ajax at the time, of whom 250 lost their lives and 380 were rescued. Among them were many veterans who had taken part in Trafalgar.  Only what exactly had happened. An officer who had witnessed the whole thing tells the following:  

At half past nine [in] the evening, the Ajax took fire in the bread room, and in ten  minutes she was in a general blaze from stern to stern; the wind blew fresh from the  N.E. which prevented the boats of the ships to leeward from rendering any  assistance; but from those to windward, and near her, she was well enough supplied  to save upwards of 400 of her people and those may consider themselves as most  providentially preserved; as it had blown a gale all the day, and for two or three  days before, and fell moderate towards the evening – a continuance of the gale  would probably have rendered all assistance impossible.

The fire, it appears, had  been for some time, alight in the bread room before the  alarm was given; for when the first Lieutenant, and many others, broke open the  door of the Surgeon’s cabin, the after bulk head was burst down by the accumulated  flames and smoke abaft it, and so rapidly made its progress through the cockpit,  that it was with difficulty he could regain the ladder, and most of those who  accompanied him were suffocated in the attempt. On reaching the quarterdeck he  found the fire had out-run him, and Captain Blackwood agreeing with that she was  past all remedy, they both ran forward where the majority of the people were  assembled, calling most piteously on their God for that help they despaired of  getting, although many boats were approaching them, so rapidly did the fire work  its way forward, and leapt from the sprit-sail-yard, when the Canopus’s boat fortunately picked them up. At this time the boats were assembling under the ship’s  bows, and saved most who still clung to them, though many, naked, benumbed with cold, and pressed on by others, let go their hold and perished, as did everyone who imprudently on the first alarm jumped overboard.

The boats, however, cleared  her bows, though many of them were in imminent danger of swamping, from the  number of the poor creatures who were clinging to the gunwales, and who were  obliged to be forced off, and left to perish, for the safety of the rest. The ship burnt all  night, and drifted on the Island of Tenedos, where she blew up at five next morning,  with a most awful explosion … The Gunner, unhappy father! Had thrown one child  overboard, which was saved; but going down for another, perished in the flames …  One woman, out of three, saved herself by following her husband with a child in his  arms down a rope from the jib-boom-end …Amongst the lost were Lieutenants Reeve and Sibthorpe; Captain Boyd, Royal Marines; Mr. Owen, surgeon; Mr. Donaldson, master; twenty-five midshipmen; two merchants of Constantinople, and a Greek pilot. Several of the people died after they  were got on board the different ships, the rest are distributed among the squadron. in: Narratives of Shipwrecks of the Royal Navy; between 1793 and 1849, by William O. S. Gilly and How to survive the Georgian Navy, by Bruno Pappalardo

What we do know is that the fire started in the bread room and how during the court martial that Captain Blackwood faced at the end of 1807. The Purser's Mate had forgotten a lantern and it had fallen over due to the movement of the ship and set fire to everything. So it was an accident that happened because of a little carelessness. However, many fell victim to it. Captain Blackwood was acquitted by the way.

[writebackatya]

trick ò treat!!

Once again I attempted to finish my Halloween fic in time for Halloween, and once again I failed to do so. So here are some of the costumes I have picked out for that fic

Huey - Senior Woodchuck

Louie - Dewey (he’s wearing Dewey’s shirts under his hoodie; Dewey immediately styled Louie’s hair before they go trick or treating)

Webby - Beelzebub

May - Ghost of Hamlet’s Father

June - Rebecca Nurse (woman accused of being a witch)

BOYD - Pinocchio

Gyro - Gepetto (white moustache provided by Doofus that he has in his pockets just in case)

Della - Ellen Ripley from the Alien series

Penumbra - Alien Queen from the Alien series

Fenton and Gandra - not in costume. Gandra tells HDL that she’s a FOWL Cyborg and Fenton is a Corporate Drone. Dewey loves that they’re both robots for Halloween

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

Boyd finally drags everyone out to get milkshakes as Della and Gandra come up with a scheme to get Fenton and Gyro together.