hornblows:

– I’ve had my share of prisoners aboard this ship so if you wish to die a martyr..– I would. Joyfully, Hornblower. But not by your sorry hand. That’d break my heart.– Your heart, Wolfe? And where might that be found?
hornblows:

– I’ve had my share of prisoners aboard this ship so if you wish to die a martyr..– I would. Joyfully, Hornblower. But not by your sorry hand. That’d break my heart.– Your heart, Wolfe? And where might that be found?
hornblows:

– I’ve had my share of prisoners aboard this ship so if you wish to die a martyr..– I would. Joyfully, Hornblower. But not by your sorry hand. That’d break my heart.– Your heart, Wolfe? And where might that be found?

hornblows:

I’ve had my share of prisoners aboard this ship so if you wish to die a martyr..
I would. Joyfully, Hornblower. But not by your sorry hand. That’d break my heart.
Your heart, Wolfe? And where might that be found?

sully-s:

Mr Bush: You should sleep Sir
Horatio: I’ll sleep pleantly when I’m dead Mr. Bush

While Horatio’s is the Commander of the Hotspur he barely or eats constantly working or stressing about his first real command and Bush worries for him.

sully-s:

When they navy boys come home.
sully-s:

When they navy boys come home.

sully-s:

When they navy boys come home.

Thicker Than Water - Horatio Hornblower - G

bluebirdtweets:

Revisiting an older fic that I’ve revamped.  This is Lord Horatio Hornblower in the twilight of his life, his children grown, and his son, Richard, brings home a fiancee, who, in essence, is already part of the family.

… Thicker Than Water
 
There were days when Richard Hornblower thanked the good heaven above that, at least in temperament, he was more like his mother than his father — which, in itself was strange. He knew full well that Lady Barbara Hornblower was not his birth mother. There was a scientist somewhere or a philosopher he had read, perhaps, who talked of “nature or nurture” in the description of how a personality was formed. In Richard’s case, he had thought it most definitely nurture. 

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And A Following Sea - Horatio Hornblower (William Bush) - G

bluebirdtweets:

And another one; newer.  Actually, one of my favorites.  Very proud of it.  Bush during the Peace of Amiens.  Chichester, England.

And A Following Sea

There was a time when war was war and peace was peace. Life was either tranquility or torment — never the twain had met. In those simpler times, men of peace found it difficult to live during wars. Men of war found life intolerable during times of peace. Truly, the man of war requires conflict, needs to feel fear. Without it, the man of war suffers a sort of starvation. His nerves atrophy without the life-confirming din of artillery, without the sting of gunpowder, without the sickly-sweet smell of death. 

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"Bush put both arms round Hornblower’s shoulders and walked with dragging feet. It did not matter that his feet dragged and his legs would not function while he had this support; Hornblower was the best man in the world and Bush could announce it by singing ‘For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow’ while lurching along the alleyway."
Lieutenant Hornblower
SO DONE. (via lucyhoneychurches)
"He knew his face was one big smile, and he put his head on one side and his shoulder on the table so that Hornblower should get the ful benefit of it."
Lieutenant Hornblower. C.S. Forester
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: thoroughly drunk Booshy.  (via lucyhoneychurches)