Found 35 results for "Stephen Maturin (Fictitious character)"
by Patrick O'Brian
The music-room in the Governor's House at Port Mahon, a tall, handsome, pillared octagon, was filled with the triumphant...
by Patrick O'Brian
At first dawn the swathes of rain drifting eastwards across the Channel parted long enough to show that the chase had al...
by Patrick O'Brian
'But I put it to you, my lord, that prize-money is of essential importance to the Navy.
by Patrick O'Brian
Thick weather in the chops of the Channel and a dirty night, with the strong north-east wind bringing rain from the low ...
by Patrick O'Brian
Captain Aubrey of the Royal Navy lived in a part of Hampshire well supplied with sea-officers, some of whom had reached ...
by Patrick O'Brian
The sudden rearmament that followed Napoleon''s escape from Elba had done little to thin the ranks of unemployed sea-off...
by Patrick O'Brian
The long harbour of Halifax in Nova Scotia on a long, long summer's day, and two frigates gliding in on the tide of floo...
by Patrick O'Brian, Graham Roberts
A hundred and fifty-seven castaways on a desert island in the South China Sea, the survivors of the wreck of HMS Diane, ...
by Patrick O'Brian
A gentle breeze from the north-east after a night of rain, and the washed sky over Malta had a particular quality in its...
by Patrick O'Brian
The warm monsoon blew gently from the east, wafting HMS Leopard into the bay of Pulo Batang.
by Patrick O'Brian
'PASS THE WORD for Captain Aubrey, pass the word for Captain Aubrey,' cried a sequence of voices, at first dim and muffl...
by Patrick O'Brian
The breakfast-parlour was the most cheerful room in Ashgrove Cottage, and although the builders had ruined the garden wi...
by Patrick O'Brian
Ever since Jack Aubrey had been dismissed from the service, ever since his name, with its now meaningless seniority, had...
by Patrick O'Brian, Patrick Ob4brian
The West Indies squadron lay off Bridgetown, sheltered from the north-east tradewind and basking in the brilliant sun.
by Patrick O'Brian
Marriage was once represented as a field of battle rather than a bed of roses, and perhaps there are some who may still ...
by Patrick O'Brian
A purple ocean, vast under the sky and devoid of all visible life apart from two minute ships racing across its immensit...
by Patrick O'Brian
In spite of the hurry, many wives and many sweethearts had come to see the ship off, and those members of her company wh...
by Patrick O'Brian
Sir Joseph Blaine, a heavy, yellow-faced man in a suit of grey clothes and a flannel waistcoat, walked down St James's S...
by Patrick O'Brian
The Surprise, lying well out in the channel with Gibraltar half a mile away on her starboard quarter, lying at a single ...