Oh poor Edmund! I have been sea-sick myself once and it is horrible. First you're afraid you will die and then you are afraid you won't. I love his fascination for Sharpe, so much that he even approaches the Chosen Men.

“It’s all right, lad. Just a little more salt water, that’s all.” That's really sweet!

And the ladies – well, the ladies of the ship always seem to have a kind word for him accompanied by tiny sighs and flutterings of fan and eyelash, and he is a bewildering admixture of gallant and shy in their presence. This compound is met with the most favorable of responses. One Zenobia Brocklebank, a young lady of exceeding, not to say unnatural florid complexion and red lips, seems to beckon him with her eyes upon every occasion they meet. Who could blame them? I do not care for her forward conduct. Hehe...

“Careful,” he murmured. His lips grazed my ear, and I felt the warmth of his breath. Oh, yes...

It's another great chapter. I like your Talbot and of course the strong, confident, but blushing Sharpe. Can't wait for more!