Post by Pyotr Alekseevich on Feb 1, 2015 19:32:57 GMT
Pyotr was excited. As the carriage bumped and bounced along the uneven roads he attempted to peer out from behind the curtains. At the minute there was a mounted guard trotting alongside the carriage, blocking his view!
“Pyotr! Come away from the window, we will be there soon enough. Then you can stare and ask all the questions you like!” Gordon pulled Pyotr away from the window.
“But Patrick! I am so excited to see the shipyards!” Pyotr quite enjoyed calling Gordon by his first name. Everyone else called him General Gordon, Pyotr didn't have too.
“And so you should be young man. These shipyards will make Russia the most powerful nation on gods green earth. What did we learn in yesterdays lesson?”
“That without a strong fleet no nation can protect the trade upon which it must invariably rely in building financial and military power.” Pyotr reeled out his tutors words without a moments pause.
“Very good. What else did we learn?” Gordon was always impressed by the young Tsars memory.
“That the army is a shot to be fired by the navy.” Pyotr leapt up as the carriage came to a stop.
“Well done, now remember, you are Tsar, not your sister. Act like the Tsar.”
Pyotr stepped out of the carriage and was led by the official who was waiting to meet him, with Gordon at his side and the guards behind them. The officials was grovelling and make mundane conversation, Pyotr simply smiled and answered politely.
The passed through the sawmills and assembly areas, Pyotr closely inspected the various craftsmen about their jobs. He was fascinated with anything new, and his incredible memory allowed him to remember everything he saw.
Once they had left the workshops Pyotr found himself looking out onto the drydock, in which stood a newly completed warship. It's last layer of paint had been applied and its sails were being prepared. On its stern was a large plaque which bore the ships name “Pyotr”.
Pyotr clapped his hands together and rushed aboard, eager to examine his namesake. It was a 38 gun frigate which would join the severely undersized Russian fleet. Pyotr asked about everything, the displacement, speed, draft, crew, fire-power and navigation were all of great interest to him.
Gordon watched as the young Tsar toured the ship, this child would one day be the leader that would make Russia supreme. This trip was certainly worth the weeks travel from Moscow. The more Pyotr was away from Sophia and her cretins, the better.
“Pyotr! Come away from the window, we will be there soon enough. Then you can stare and ask all the questions you like!” Gordon pulled Pyotr away from the window.
“But Patrick! I am so excited to see the shipyards!” Pyotr quite enjoyed calling Gordon by his first name. Everyone else called him General Gordon, Pyotr didn't have too.
“And so you should be young man. These shipyards will make Russia the most powerful nation on gods green earth. What did we learn in yesterdays lesson?”
“That without a strong fleet no nation can protect the trade upon which it must invariably rely in building financial and military power.” Pyotr reeled out his tutors words without a moments pause.
“Very good. What else did we learn?” Gordon was always impressed by the young Tsars memory.
“That the army is a shot to be fired by the navy.” Pyotr leapt up as the carriage came to a stop.
“Well done, now remember, you are Tsar, not your sister. Act like the Tsar.”
Pyotr stepped out of the carriage and was led by the official who was waiting to meet him, with Gordon at his side and the guards behind them. The officials was grovelling and make mundane conversation, Pyotr simply smiled and answered politely.
The passed through the sawmills and assembly areas, Pyotr closely inspected the various craftsmen about their jobs. He was fascinated with anything new, and his incredible memory allowed him to remember everything he saw.
Once they had left the workshops Pyotr found himself looking out onto the drydock, in which stood a newly completed warship. It's last layer of paint had been applied and its sails were being prepared. On its stern was a large plaque which bore the ships name “Pyotr”.
Pyotr clapped his hands together and rushed aboard, eager to examine his namesake. It was a 38 gun frigate which would join the severely undersized Russian fleet. Pyotr asked about everything, the displacement, speed, draft, crew, fire-power and navigation were all of great interest to him.
Gordon watched as the young Tsar toured the ship, this child would one day be the leader that would make Russia supreme. This trip was certainly worth the weeks travel from Moscow. The more Pyotr was away from Sophia and her cretins, the better.
