Sailor
Armand was downcast, since they had been at anchor up in Port Kropotkin for a week now. The problem was not the ice, but a late delivery. The gentle summer warmth was actually the problem. Normally the carts would make is over the roads of logs that were crusted with ice, but the summer brought mud, which meant late deliveries.
The saddest part was that the little pigsty of a town had nothing apart form a few dingy saloons and acres of warehouses. Armand had searched for a general store that might have a few books, but it seemed that nobody on the frontier wanted to read. Oh, to be back in Europe, if ever the ship’s circuitous route led that way.
There was some news, with the latest advances of the army against the Union troops being discussed. The earlier great battles out in the west had rather moved the front on towards the east coast. One of the drinkers in the ‘Crazy Moose’ saloon claimed to have fought under Abramov when they reduced great armies of Union soldiers to nothing but a chain of prinsoners stretching for miles.
However, from his relatively fresh face, it seemed more likely he had been talking to some of the soldiers who had reaped such success on the east coast, with their heroic defence of Washington against a stonr counter attack:
All that was something of ancient history, since the spring had brought further victories to the Russians. American troops generally took up defensive positions in the Appalachians, where the attackers were hard pressed to gain superiority.
An odd bit of news from mother Russia was that extensive revolts through the industrial heartland of the Ukraine were raging unchecked. Apparently some for of revolutionary council was in charge within the rebel held area, and claiming authority. Surely the Tsar could not let insurrection go unchecked for too long?
Armand was downcast, since they had been at anchor up in Port Kropotkin for a week now. The problem was not the ice, but a late delivery. The gentle summer warmth was actually the problem. Normally the carts would make is over the roads of logs that were crusted with ice, but the summer brought mud, which meant late deliveries.
The saddest part was that the little pigsty of a town had nothing apart form a few dingy saloons and acres of warehouses. Armand had searched for a general store that might have a few books, but it seemed that nobody on the frontier wanted to read. Oh, to be back in Europe, if ever the ship’s circuitous route led that way.
There was some news, with the latest advances of the army against the Union troops being discussed. The earlier great battles out in the west had rather moved the front on towards the east coast. One of the drinkers in the ‘Crazy Moose’ saloon claimed to have fought under Abramov when they reduced great armies of Union soldiers to nothing but a chain of prinsoners stretching for miles.
However, from his relatively fresh face, it seemed more likely he had been talking to some of the soldiers who had reaped such success on the east coast, with their heroic defence of Washington against a stonr counter attack:
All that was something of ancient history, since the spring had brought further victories to the Russians. American troops generally took up defensive positions in the Appalachians, where the attackers were hard pressed to gain superiority.
An odd bit of news from mother Russia was that extensive revolts through the industrial heartland of the Ukraine were raging unchecked. Apparently some for of revolutionary council was in charge within the rebel held area, and claiming authority. Surely the Tsar could not let insurrection go unchecked for too long?
Now you have an excuse to annex them 
