Lord Nelson's Arms - A large traditional pub at the edge of the Militarised zone.

[andreo009]

An unusual sight on New London, the rain stopped pouring down for a few minutes.

"Hmm, things might giet crowded furr tonight" The thoughts came from Jeremy Carmichael. The new owner of the building the he soon named after Lord Nelson's Arms.

As he was watching the military zone an electric somewhat alarming sqweak, came from the military zone. It indicated that the second dayshift was done. A few early patrons turned around as well whilst Jeremy stepped away from the windows.

"Come on let's get everything reedy naw!" His whispers were a bit nervous as the day of the opening, a thursday, was not a very big success. Today it was friday and most were looking at a long weekend. It was Queen Carina's name day after all.

The two doormen outside could be heard speaking but inside it was only heard as mumble. Two patrons turned around as they saw the bottom half of the windows turn dark.

Before they could flinch a quartermaster pushed open the door... with a lot of effort.

"Blimy she needs oil!.. ahem ... after you miss!" As he pushed his back against the door. A young female lieutenant from the Engineers corps came in and gave the wooden staircase and plastered ceiling a proper look.

"Mm, very traditional. But I quite like it!" As she gave the people behind the solid oak bar an approving nod.

"Hah would you look at that!" said an Ensign as he pointed to the midieval cannon in the left corner.
"Well I'm surre that old thing can shoet bettarr then yuu!" said his Lieutenant Commander.

The mood was set

Group after group came into the pub, to Jeremies content.
"Yes!" He said and turned his left hand to a fist as he turned to his niece and nephew behind the bar who both smiled in return. It had been a while since they had seen their uncle this happy.

The big three waiters came in for the first orders as suddenly some ruckus started at the entry.

"Allright now! Coming through! Step aside lads!"
It was commodore Eddie Carr with three men carrying his exuberant big marlin model through the door. He was holding the big wooden plaquette as he stopped and gave Carmichael a kind nod.
"There's ... not any room." The paintings from the Napoleonic era covered each wall of the first floor. A bit dissapointed the Commodore took a step back and looked at the staircase.

"Can ai help yuu uhmm... C-Commodore" as he looked up and frowned, hiding the rest of his body behind his serving tray.

"Yess I would like to decorate a part of your fine establishment for the Merchant Navy... to make them feel at home you see." He smirked. "But it seems there is no room.." as he started to look a bit serious

"Aah! eeh ... yes! There is ruum! Up the stairs to yuur left hand saiede past the upstairrs baar and all teh weey back in teh corrner." Jeremy explained in relief.

"Excellent fine chap!" As he tapped the shoulder of Carmichael.
"Allright you heard the man! Up the stairs we go!"


Carrs men got moving up the stairs as the last one stumbled one the first few steps
"Careful!!!!" He shouted and followed his detail as he gave Jeremy a final nod.

To Jeremies' left hand side a few corporals were chuckling over their empty beers and the scene in front of them.
"erh hmm" As Jeremy scraped his throat the corporals startled thinking it was still the commodore.
"Anotherr one for teh laddies, eh?"

Out of good habit the corporals nodded yes and Jeremy dissapeared behind his bar.

---

BAF|MN ---- Her majesty's Bretonian Merchant Navy