Thanks and un like the last two of my comments on your writing, which I happen to make on Saturday evenings and therefore after a couple of daiquiris...
NO WAY! I love your comments when you're half in the bag.
December, 1800
HMS Valiant
Off Memel, Prussia
Granger studied the shore as Valiant moved forward under reefed topsails only. He had cleared the ship for action at dawn but had allowed the men who weren’t essential to remain below and had kept the guns run in and the ports closed to shield them from the cold. Granger began to long for the warmth of the sauna in Arensburg, then he began to long for von Beckendorf, a train of thought which frustrated him be
November, 1800
HMS Valiant
Arensburg, Courland
Granger left Weston and a squad of marines to secure the fort, then Treadway formed up the remainder of his marines for the march into town. Now that the surrender had been orchestrated, it was more of a procession, with Russian dragoons leading, followed by von Beckendorf and Granger, and then the marines. They proceeded up the road to Arensburg with the band playing jauntily. If it weren’t so cold, it would have been
September 24, 2003
Le Bernardin
New York, NY
Brad
I had been pretty surprised when JJ had come out of his appointment and told me he’d made dinner reservations. I’d been even more surprised when he’d told me that he’d gotten us tickets to see a play after that. I listened to the supercilious waiter ramble on at length about the various courses we’d get, and what our choices were, even as I cringed internally at the fact that they were all seafood. I was much
November, 1800
HMS Valiant
Arensburg, Courland
Despite the frigid temperatures made worse by a brisk wind, most of the crew and all of the officers were on deck as Valiant crept slowly closer to Arensburg. The officers eyed this town and its fort through their glasses, while the men squinted their eyes as if that would clarify their view. Arensburg was on the island of Oesel, which seemed perfectly designed to restrict access to the Gulf or Riga. As if that weren’t
I have taken some poetic license with signals in this saga, as they were relatively arcane, and wouldn’t achieve the flexibility I’m assuming until Home-Popham’s code a few years hence. I’ve also simplified the terminology to avoid confusing many readers.
Sir Evelyn would get that money. Granger would have been acting as a midshipman as the prize wasn’t a commissioned RN ship and Barracuda was still technically in sight.
Ah yes, I see it. I certainly didn’t mean to offend Gene; he’s one of my favorite readers.
The deal with that is that it was part of the dialogue, and the words of characters do not necessarily meet grammar strictures. In fact, those ‘errors’ are usually designed to convey something, such as uncertainty or discomfort.
There’s actually a uniform rule on this, in that the elevators can only be accessed by an outside lock, presumably to prevent idiots from opening the door and creating havoc. I actually spent a decent amount of time researching this topic.
Thanks for your grammar kudos, but my editors deserve most of the credit. As far as reflexive pronouns, I relax the rules during dialogue to try to reflect that more casual environment.
October 30, 1800
HMS Valiant
The Gulf of Finland
It had been twenty minutes since they’d heard one of Grenfell’s bombs explode. “I counted fifteen, my lord,” Meurice said.
“That is quite good,” Granger said. That meant that only five of the bombs they’d constructed had failed to explode. “We will hope they find the brig to be just as big of a surprise.”
“I would expect her to be igniting soon, my lord,” Meurice said. And so they stared ar