Great ! Um...this misery of being sea-sick is true...I can´t help remebering my being sick on the bus, in the car...and on a ferry over the Channel, yes,even there, and I agree, one feels like dying. And with Richard around...
I like that confusion Edmund experiences when Sharpe is around and I especially love our brave Rifleman blushing.
And slowly, tenderly, we are getting there...
A pleasure to read!