Laconia: the new ship’s cat
July, 1809 Wentworth paused to adjust the canvas bag slung over his shoulder. The torch within made it an annoying, awkward bundle, bouncing along his back. A crisp breeze smelling of salt air forced its way through the trees, rustling branches and leaves as if to remind him that he should take care, he was just a visitor in this place. It was true, being landside never felt quite right these days, not since those … Continue reading →

