07 October 818 AS Currently onboard the CFS Terminus, Jack's Quarters
0730 HOURS Sector Position: Omicron Lost, in orbit around the 'Pink Princess', Sector Y-12-33-A3
Jack surprised the small group with his gesture. The old flintlock pistol, a family heirloom was still working, after almost one thousand years of age. Jack continued to reload, action and fire the gun, watching the sparkle that ignited the black powder.
Frederich Kassel: Mein Lord, even the main battery of the Terminus is more silent than that thing...
Jack pulled out from underneath the desk a small oak case, the box of the handgun
Frederich Kassel: May I see that?
Jack Aubrey: Of course, you should read the metal plate underneath..
Jack gave the handgun and the box to Frederich, the handgun was crafted by a famous smithy and gunmaster of London, during the Napoleonic Wars, back on Sol. The weapon was unique, laminated in silver with a rather elegant mahogany handgrip. The weapon was crafted for Sir Horatio Nelson, admiral of the Royal Navy. The bow had the year 1812 engraved right under the locking mechanism of the box.
Frederich Kassel: So, zhe commandant has Nelson as an ancestor? Rather interesting. Wasn't he the famous admiral who fought at the battle of Trafalgar?
Jack Aubrey: Indeed, but now, since I've cleared my mind, I have an announcement to make. Now, since I think that you should know, being my friends and probably the people that I trust most, lets head on the bridge. I have to show you something.