oh god i need to stick to ships.

Snippet from the Horatio Hornblower alternate reality fic that will never get written out entirely. The notion is that Bush and Hornblower are working together fixing up some dude's house on a fancy resort island during the off season. It's all atmospheric, and Hornblower is all mysterious.

( NC-17, and uh. Let's pretend boat grade wood > cabinet wood. At least in Bush's head, anyways. And pretend that I am not TOTALLY BABBLING OUT OF MY ASS re: cabinets. )