Nathan Forbes — must I call him by that ill-bestowed rank?  He has established himself to be, at the very least, a sensible man.  Normally, men of the sea are quite mad, driven to no manner of delusions by the rum, unsavory urges, and highly-seasoned food that are the norm when traveling across Neptune’s churning pate.  Nonetheless, we discovered the Governess Victoria in the midst of that ridiculous reverend’s medieval trap, with Forbes the Eel proving himself to be — and mark these words, for their most rare of vintage — a voice of reason.  Secreted now in the new house, we hope she shall avoid detection.  After the travesty of the past day, it is odder still to round it out with heroic action, but we Collinses (well, some of us, at least) did not walk away from William and Mary as puppets of blind superstition.  Trask shall be given a round thumbing by yrs. tly. and then sent back to whatever tower of ignorance from whence he came.

To think that insipidness and spite would breed heroism, but this is a new world unfolding before us all.




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  1. mrsgreenhands May 27, 2013 at 10:04 pm #

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