Hamburg is interesting — not his first time here, but his first time quartering on land, first time seeing it without bonfires torching French banners dotted along the docklines. Bonaparte really gave everyone a headache, but those years are behind them all, and they're on to other, newer, more modern headaches. Such as: formal events. Too much of a spectacle to be properly scientific, but not fashionable enough to be wholly social, it is somewhere in the middle, and Crozier is at least grateful his German is not so adept that it lends itself to understanding the nuances of whatever politics are being discussed here and there.
Conversationally, he gets by. Enough to have had to cover more than one laugh into a wine glass at the translator attempting to soften the more graphic explanations from their young naturalist, who if left unchecked, will vividly mime a penguin dissection in front of every lady in the place.
He excuses himself. Ross does not shoot him a look for it, too well-mannered, but he can feel it in spirit. The younger captain will survive, though, born into the upper class as he was and far more built for it, no matter the locale. Crozier just needs air, and though it's far from balmy in the courtyard, it'll be leagues improved from the Antarctic, and even bloody London.
"Pardon me," he says, apology in his tone at a near-miss with a young woman around a bend. He then repeats it in German, correcting himself. His accent is odd, out of tune with the Englishmen attempting communication, but he hasn't entirely butchered it.
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Conversationally, he gets by. Enough to have had to cover more than one laugh into a wine glass at the translator attempting to soften the more graphic explanations from their young naturalist, who if left unchecked, will vividly mime a penguin dissection in front of every lady in the place.
He excuses himself. Ross does not shoot him a look for it, too well-mannered, but he can feel it in spirit. The younger captain will survive, though, born into the upper class as he was and far more built for it, no matter the locale. Crozier just needs air, and though it's far from balmy in the courtyard, it'll be leagues improved from the Antarctic, and even bloody London.
"Pardon me," he says, apology in his tone at a near-miss with a young woman around a bend. He then repeats it in German, correcting himself. His accent is odd, out of tune with the Englishmen attempting communication, but he hasn't entirely butchered it.
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