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[Belco]

Earl Darlington woke up with a start as he fell forwards out of the captains seat on the bridge of the Earl Grey.
cursing to himself, he pulled himself up, dusting himself off and looked around the empty bridge, stumbling over to the large bridge windows overlooking the mooring fixtures of Gibraltar base.

"How in Gods name did we get here and where the hell are all my crew?!" he shouted to himself, his gruff roar echoing in the large finely decorated bridge.

confusion quickly turned to anger as his eyes narrowing at the sound of approaching footsteps and polite coughing behind him.
Darlington turned swiftly, too swiftly for a man of his stature, his large gut swinging around his body like a hula hoop under it's own momentum sending him crashing to the floor again, his foot high powdered wig spinning off to rest at the the feet of the petty officer that has disturbed him.
"My liege, you've been asleep for sometime, we've returned to Gibraltar in the absence of any orders for the few days you have been unconscious, most of the crew are taking shore leave in the bar as we speak."

"Good show" Darlington replied, rolling around on the floor, reaching under his bloated body to pull out his pocket watch, carefully winding it and resetting it to the current time. "anything else to report?"

"Sir Dobson wants to know if we're still privateers my liege" the petty officer reported, walking over to the elaborately decorated comms units and bringing up the transmission on the large screen mounted on the back of the bridge.

"Of course we're still privateers you dolt!" he shouted at the screen, pushing himself up to sit cross legged on the deck, his tight pantaloons ripping along the crotch.
"Now officer, i am peckish after my slumber, have the chef prepare me a batch of jam and scones at once and for gods sakes get me some new pantaloons!"

the petty officer exited the brige quickly, chased by Darlingtons yells, "and a pot of tea..... and a new wig... and... and..... and invite the queen for a banquette again!"
puffing and panting in the tight Victorian garments that were the dress code aboard the Earl Grey, he broke into a run. It was best to look busy around the captain, even if he would forget the orders by the time he returned.

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