12-03-2018, 02:08 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]Clarence wanted far too much to do with the world. He was expected to step to the side and let everything play out just the way it was supposed to. To take orders, to let things fall in a natural order, to defend his country, to make sure the ship and it's crew returned to London safe. He hadn't been able to do any of it. He'd done so well for so long. He'd shoved down everything. He'd refused to acknowledge the death of his beloved friend, he managed to focus on the fact once the job was over, his family would never want for anything, he kept a straight, guided mind. Then Finnis got himself surrounded. They'd gotten along well enough and he couldn't bear to sit by and watch his friend die. Not again. He couldn't bear it a second time. If he hadn't yelled, he might not have even been noticed. But he did and someone shot him before he went overboard. He wasn't sure what happened to Finnis, but he had a good idea. It'd been an impossible situation. He shuddered to think of what'd likely become of the Queen Charlotte that night. In fact, he tried quite hard to not think about it. It didn't really work, not with the terrible dreams that'd been plaguing him in the night, but the least he could do was keep all of that out of his waking hours.
He'd just been on a normal walk, trying to make more sense of this place. Now that he'd had some time here, he was starting to settle in. He'd even started thinking of the talking animals as people. He could connect with them and talk with them, after all. They may not be human in shape, but most seemed so in mind. That was enough for now. He still wasn't leaving behind the theory this was all some sort of terrible, fevered dream, but even if that were true, he wasn't sure what he could do with that information. It was better to just play along with his withering mind for now.
He noticed an unfamiliar figure nearby and approached quietly, settling down with near perfect posture as he regarded the other creature, a lion. He was starting to be less surprised by the creatures arriving at their borders, though he had to admit seeing such a beast so calm was a bit surprising to him still. "Who are you?" It wasn't a particularly kind question but he also wasn't rude. It came with a clear, cool professional voice. Something authoritative but not necessarily hostile. A neutral voice was a good thin to have in conflict, after all.
He'd just been on a normal walk, trying to make more sense of this place. Now that he'd had some time here, he was starting to settle in. He'd even started thinking of the talking animals as people. He could connect with them and talk with them, after all. They may not be human in shape, but most seemed so in mind. That was enough for now. He still wasn't leaving behind the theory this was all some sort of terrible, fevered dream, but even if that were true, he wasn't sure what he could do with that information. It was better to just play along with his withering mind for now.
He noticed an unfamiliar figure nearby and approached quietly, settling down with near perfect posture as he regarded the other creature, a lion. He was starting to be less surprised by the creatures arriving at their borders, though he had to admit seeing such a beast so calm was a bit surprising to him still. "Who are you?" It wasn't a particularly kind question but he also wasn't rude. It came with a clear, cool professional voice. Something authoritative but not necessarily hostile. A neutral voice was a good thin to have in conflict, after all.