Allison; Taking Control

Chapter 90

“Well, that will do for now, Mr. Allison ,” Semple told him. “As I said, I will send for you and Mr. Suggs when the occasion calls for it.” He made a dismissive motion with his hand before resting the elbow of that same arm on the desk and grasping his chin with his fingers in an aspect of thought.

Allison stood up from his seat, replaced his tricorne and saluted.

“Yes sir. Good day, Sir Roger,” he said before turning to stride out of the cabin.

“And Allison ...” Semple called after him.

Allison stopped and turned. “Sir?”

“Don’t ever let that Frog bastard get the better of you again. We’ve already brooked enough embarrassment and disappointment in this war.”

Allison saluted and wordlessly took his leave, silently refusing to grace his commander’s final stabbing words with any kind of response.

Back aboard his own pinnace several minutes later, Allison marveled at how Sir Roger’s abrasive nature refused to be entirely subordinated to reason. He decided in the end that he would be a