
Multi-author, often surreal stories, written in attempts at the style and settings of Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey-Maturin novels. With apologies to the memory of a great man.
An eery, high-pitched reply wafted over the uneasy waters: "Away an' bile yer heid!" more>>
"The Sixth Form have some notion of gunnery — three broadsides in two minutes!" more>>
"I could not resist — so fine a figure — almost human. His squawks — for all the world as though he says: 'Board 'em — smoke.'" more>>
"The Q is five letters away from the U," said Jack. "Now what sense does that make?" more>>
"Mr Zimmermann, remember that you are a British officer. I said: remember who and where you are sir. Oh, never mind. Somebody throw a bucket of water over him." more>>
Recently, an American PhD student turned up a previously unopened chest of papers in the Aubrey Bequest. more>>
With a final heave he pulled himself over the top, stood up and brushed down his skirts. Then, turning his back on the Reichenbach Falls, Bonden set off for the coast. more>>
"I had always thought the Captain was making game of me when he commented upon the uncanny resemblance between our midshipmen and baboons." more>>
His pleasure was only slightly diluted by the consideration that one quarter of his crew was an albatross. more>>
Mr Hugo Babbington had noticed the nieces. He had the Babbington eye. more>>
"Where is Mr Trinque? Whose blood is on the carpet? Why is there a five day old dead pirate in the drawing room?" more>>
The coach entered the dark forest and Jack returned to the world of the everyday, "Would you be so kind, old Stephen, as to continue telling me of your ancestor, Vlad the Impala?" more>>
High in the mizzen shrouds of the Jolie Laide, Linois was puzzled. more>>
"Bigger zan a Budgie! Bigger zan a Shparrow!! Truly, a bird of ze Gods." more>>
"Perhaps you had better look into Buchan's Domestic Medicine, Matthew Dong," replied Killick darkly, "for them ain't natural urges." more>>