“I don’t think he knows how money works,” Leo murmured to Tim, this time. “Or midshipmen.”
“They absolutely may not,” Jason said firmly. “Or if you’re going to insist, which you are, make them bring it back first and we’ll sort it out with the rest of their pay. And go sit down. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you’re leaning on my ship. And you could use something to drink. O’Brian, also find Viscount Easterly some lemonade.”
“Yes sir,” Tim got out valiantly.
“Go do whatever it is you’re doing with your guns,” Colby said, and he hoped that his expression was Will’s expression, worn by someone who knew nothing about naval warfare but many things about pride and love and fighting for every scrap of life. “I’ll be here when you’re done.”
Jason nodded at him, and went, taking Leo. Lieut
