Official fanfic? Who could resist the chance?
Imagine if Mary Renault said you could write a "fix it" story for Laurie and Andrew. Or EMF said you could write a missing scene from Maurice? Wouldn't you say "yes"?
So when my old mucker Lee Rowan said I could write a little story about Davy and Will (whom I adore) from her Royal Navy Series, I jumped at the chance. The story is included in the newly revamped Sail Away, which is out now in e-book and print, from all the usual sources.
With all my worldly goods I thee endow—including livestock
“One. Quite a big one. Two—no, three. All of them absolute beauties.”
“Must we have a running commentary on this procedure? I don’t think we need to keep a log.”
“I thought that you’d be interested, you being such a stickler for facts and figures. The exact time for two rolling broadsides, to within a second —the correct latitude and longitude, to half of a second—therefore the precise number of lice. I’ve given up counting the nits.” Davy Archer carefully wiped his comb on a towel; the guttering light from the gun room lantern meant his tally couldn’t be as precise as he was claiming.
William Marshall grimaced. He was happy to submit to his hair being washed with some particularly foul-smelling soap and for Davy Archer to be disentangling it with a comb designed for the express purpose of removing Pediculosis capitis from its unwilling host. But he really didn’t want to have the gruesome details spread abroad.