#william jerry

This one is Robert Ferrier, a 29 year old Erebus AB.

Here is William Jerry, a 29 year old Terror AB.

This one is William Shanks, another 29 year old Terror AB.

And rounding out the 29 year old Terror ABs, here's James Walker.

Erebus had no 30 year old Able Seamen, though Terror had two.

This is Edwin Lawrence, who was 30 on Terror.

It was merry, but still not busy. William’s most favourite state the shop could be in. Eliza laughed, joking with one of the costumers before the maid went on her way. Then she looped her arm around William’s waist and kissed his cheek, watching him cube the pork. “I’m glad you’re back,” she said softly, just the two of them in the shop. William stilled his knife, stilled his thoughts before they could grow tumultuous with half-remembered fights and the cold. “Me too,” he said equally soft, leaning into Eliza’s half embrace.

The bell by the door rang and a familiar, warm voice called a “Hello” into the shop. Eliza squeezed William’s waist and turned. “Jerry,” she exclaimed happily, rounding the counter to kiss him on both cheeks. William watched her stand on her toes, hands on Jerry’s big arms, her lips on that dear face. “Hello, Jerry,” William said from his place by the cutting board. “On your way to work?” Jerry nodded, smile creasing his green eyes handsomely. “Do you have time for a spot of tea, before you leave?” Eliza already bustled for a tin mug and the half cold tea she’d made at home. “Cheers, Eliza, sure,” Jerry said with a smile and leaned against the corner of the counter, his cap in hand. William put his knife aside, filled a bowl with the cubed pork and placed it by the scale, wiping his hands on his apron. He joined Jerry by the counter, their pinkies touching on the worn wood.