She’s either surrendering, or we have her dead to rights. Slip the anchor cables. Break our line over the approach of a schooner? I think you overestimate… While there is still time, cut the goddamn cables. F i r e s h i p ! Bloody hell. Cut the anchor cables! Get us underway. Cut the anchor! Cut the anchor cables! Starboard batteries, fire! Fire! Fire!
My traditional February 14th post but with brand new gifs so we can *fully* appreciate Malcolm’s whuuuuut? face as he reacts to Hugh’s shall-we-say unexpected question.
Because I always feel like this is Hugh gingerly testing the water to see if
Malcolm maybe wants to get a coffee with him – nothing
special – or perhaps go for a quiet moonlit walk by river or, you know, be his Valentine.