Geordie adjusted the wheel to match the incoming tide and smiled broadly when his crew threw out the ropes to secure the Belisarius to Union Wharf. Once the wheel was secure, Geordie ducked into the captain’s cabin to change into more formal attire. He still wore an old-fashioned lacy cravat, though he replaced his breeches with the new style of pantaloons. Pity. I’m rather proud of my legs. Geordie tucked his logbook under his arm and went on deck to join John.
“I don’t believe it.” John pointed to the wharf. “Sir and Jacob are both here to welcome us.”
Glad I changed my clothes. “Come on, then, no reason to keep them waiting. We need to congratulate our brother on his good fortune.”
Geordie strode down the gangplank like he owned it.
“Sir.” Geordie shook his father’s hand. “I present you with my log chronicling our many endeavors as well as our accounts. It’s been a successful voyage—despite the fact we didn’t return with an elephant.”
Geordie smirked at Jacob, who merely raised his eyebrows.
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