"And why's that? Have you tired of the sea, Alfred?" Arthur asked, the annoyance in his voice making his accent sound heavier than it normally did. He looked over at his first mate, cocking a thick eyebrow at him. "Lost your sea legs?"
"Wha? No! Nothing of the sort," Alfred answered, furiously shaking his head, which sent his feather hat from his head and his glasses askew on his face. He hastily straightened them and returned to pestering his captain about docking the ship at the next town. "Come on, Arthur! We've been out seven months now! Rations are low, the men are getting restless, and I-" he paused, as if considering what he was about to say to the Brit beside him.
"You what, Alfred?" Arthur asked, still not fully turning to face him. What would have been the point? He still