October 1st, 2004
|01:20 pm - OOC|
This is just a note to say that while this journal will continue, I will no longer be writing the Jack Aubrey character for theatrical_muse. I haven't had the time, and my perceptions of the character have altered as I've been reading the novels, and I thought it would be more fair to give someone else a chance. You are welcome to remain on my friends list, to leave comments and to RP here if you'd like.
August 23rd, 2004
Indeed, this looks to be a ship I should be proud to command!
I have returned from my travels but must speak to my lawyers before I attend to any further correspondence.
August 14th, 2004
This must be a brief letter because the ship carrying our mail is about to depart. I am very sorry for my long silence -- we have encountered a blow of many days' duration and now I must make haste to make repairs and reach the south. I do wish everyone at home my dearest love and I shall try to send a letter by the end of the month.
July 26th, 2004
The Muse asks: What is your weapon of choice?
I am a great believer in exercising the great guns, and in shooting practice for a crew while marooned on land waiting for a ship. I have dueled successfully on a few occasions, though how happy I am that Stephen and I never came to that meeting. My skill with a sword is fair, and I can knock a man on the head with a log if I must. But I would prefer to negotiate, though with a well-armed fleet at my back.
And the Muse asks: Would you choose to live forever if you had the choice?
Lord, how can I answer that? So much would depend on the circumstances of my life and those of others. Would Sophie live forever as well? Would my children and their children? Would Stephen and his family? Would our health remain robust? Would I be in a position to provide for them?
I think sometimes that I could live happily forever at sea, with an able crew and Stephen beside me, with no immediate demands from the Admiralty, but perhaps I would grow bored. Sooner or later the war with Buonaparte is certain to end, and there will be no prizes to take. I have not been so lucky on land, except what matters most: the well-being of my family. But I have given little thought to Heaven and any other life.
I have been at sea for several weeks and I see that I have a great deal of catching up to do.
In the meantime, I have been given the following unpleasant fortune from what I suspect to be an unscrupulous fortuneteller.
June 28th, 2004
The Muse asks: How do you view commitment?
If one is speaking of the commitment between a man and his wife, I suppose I am brought by the lee no matter what answer I give. I cannot find it in me to admire a whore like Molly Harte, and I despise the way Diana has used Stephen, and I cannot even think of Sophie betraying me in such a manner. Yet Stephen has accused me rightly of spouse-breach, even if I was hellish angry that he would say such a thing, and I never thought of my affairs as anything other than earthy pleasure until that terrible time with Amanda Smith when she claimed that I had gotten her with child. Sophie might forgive me for a child conceived before our marriage, but I know what she thinks of men to whom the commandment don't signify.
When it comes to commitment to one's ship and one's mates, on the other hand, I can be absolute. I have always served to the best of my abilities and would gladly risk my life to save a drowning man. I would face death a hundred times again to save Stephen from a place like Mahon.
The Muse asks: What have you most regretted losing?
There is not a single sailor lost under my command whose death I have not regretted, even those who fell due to their own incompetence or difficulty in learning the ways of the ship. I have also been distressed by every court-martial I have ever witnessed, even those where men sentenced to death were guilty of their crimes. I can make it signify with murder, but it brings me low when men are run up for trying to sneak back to their sweethearts or breaking discipline with one another, especially men who repent of their crimes.
What I have most regretted losing, however, is time. I was astonished when I saw my little girls after nearly a year at sea! And I never even knew that Sophie was to have another child until I learned of George's birth when the mail finally reached us. Stephen is always complaining how we rush him from one place to the next, crying that there is not a moment to lose, and as happy as it makes me to have a good wind behind me, I sometimes think that there is something to what he says.
June 13th, 2004
The Muse asks: If you knew that the world would end tomorrow, what would you do today?
I suppose that I had better read my Bible and learn what I ought to do if the world would end tomorrow! I do hope that if I received such warning, I should be close enough at home to spend time with Sophie and the children, and selfishly I would want Stephen at my side as well, though there are others whom I am sure he would wish to see if it was his last day alive.
But I think that I would prefer not to know, just as a sailor can never know what storms or shoals may wait for him along an unknown coastline. I would be just as happy to meet the end of the world all unaware, looking through my glass at Jupiter or sitting in my cabin with Stephen sharing a glass of wine and a last performance of the Corelli adagio just for ourselves.
The Muse asks: What's a typical day for you?
That depends entirely upon whether I am on land or at sea and what sort of conditions may occur. At home, a typical day often involves trying to bring my financial interests to fruition, making an attempt to tend my garden, playing with my children, appeasing my wife's mother and perhaps visiting with someone from the Admiralty Office who might be able to get me a ship. Often I retreat to my observatory after dealing with these necessities.
On a calm sea, a typical day may have such routine that each flows into the next: I will wake, bathe, eat, observe the quarterdeck, check our course and speed, send the gun crews to practice, make notes in the log, inspect for any repairs or alterations that I believe are necessary, oversee the stores and perhaps Stephen and I might have some music in the evening. However, if it comes on to blow or if an enemy sail appears on the horizon, a hundred different decisions may be made before a single turn of the glass, and sometimes I neither sleep nor eat anything beyond what Killick can hand me on the deck for an entire day.
June 8th, 2004
|jack_aubrey's bits are best described as his "lascivious lance".|
Indeed! Ha, ha.
Oh dear, letters have arrived in Recife, and I see that I have a great many to write now!