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England expects (ficlet, HH)
Mar. 17th, 2010 09:45 pmThis is an old fic, reworked slightly and reposted in honour of this weekend. It was written most carefully, so that there can be no cries of ‘foul play’ afterwards.
“Gentlemen, I do not need to tell you of the importance of this engagement.” Sir Edward Pellew had addressed his men often when going in against the French, but this time the sense of awe and majesty he inspired was unprecedented. He was immaculate as always, not a speck on his coat, the buttons of which gleamed dazzlingly. “We have no alternative other than winning – England depends on our efforts.”
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“Gentlemen, I do not need to tell you of the importance of this engagement.” Sir Edward Pellew had addressed his men often when going in against the French, but this time the sense of awe and majesty he inspired was unprecedented. He was immaculate as always, not a speck on his coat, the buttons of which gleamed dazzlingly. “We have no alternative other than winning – England depends on our efforts.”
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