angelo and the hickster's post-belle arctic adventures

[spotsalone]

mutineers:

• Sgt. Solomon Tozer, marine (T)
  
• Magnus Manson, AB (T)
  
• Lt. George Hodgson, lieutenant (T)
  
• Charles Des Voeux, mate (E)
  
• Pvt. William Pilkington, marine (E)
  
• John Diggle, cook (T) - lung damage from inhaling goodsir's evil cloud
  
• THE STUPID FOX
  
• Pvt. James Daly, marine (T) - mauled by the Tuunbaq
  
• Edmund Hoar, captain's steward (E) - throw into the water by the Tuunbaq
  
• "Pvt." Thomas Armitage, gunroom steward (T) - mauled by the Tuunbaq
  
• Harry Goodsir, surgeon (E) - rescued by Silna after the Tuunbaq attack
  

boat boys:

• John Lane, boatswain (T)
  
• James Rigden, coxswain (E)
  
• John Sullivan, captain of the maintop (E)
  
• Robert Ferrier, AB (T)
  
• Robert Thomas, mate (T) - actively dying of scurvy for the crime of having two first names
  
• and perhaps eventually lt. little depending on how much of our minds we lose along the way
  
• Thomas Terry, boatswain (E) - died from scurvy before the mutineers showed up
  
• Thomas Work, AB (T) - died from scurvy before the mutineers showed up

angelo cr chart
mutineers cr chart...

timeline:

• arrival; late july, mutineers' hill
  
• tent chats; early august, temporary camp
  
• spotting the ships; late august, terror camp
  
• tuunbaq attack; sept 1, ice floe camp
  
• boarding terror; fellas it's gay; early sept, hms terror
  
• dog to dog communication; early sept, forecastle
  
• bark bark bark; early sept, on deck
  
• coat! and post-tozer debrief; early sept, angelo's cabin

Comments

[cleansheets]

[ While Angelo is glad to be let go so he can stew in his own feelings uninterrupted, the fact that Hickey isn't putting up a fight leaves him uneasy. There's a split second where Angelo lingers without leaving, as if expecting something else to follow. Nothing does. ]

... goodnight.

[ He reiterates it without any warmth, but also with significantly less bite. He's frustrated, with Hickey and with himself for letting Hickey do this to him.

Even after he's climbed down the ladder and arrived at his berth, that frustration is pins and needles in his brain. Despite the physical exhaustion of the day's labor, he feels restless. Tozer's advance, Hickey's transgression... Angelo balls his fists, nails digging into his palm. There is no sanctuary on this ship. Even his own bed is a hard and filthy thing, incapable of calming him down. No amount of washing will get these sheets clean. His frustration can only mount and mount, unsoothed. ]