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I wanted to draw little Midshipman Twite in a funny hat. So I did. And I have absolutely no regrets!
Jameson is so proud of himself. Look at him, standing there and pointing. Bad child.
Lazy background is very lazy.
Now, have some dialogue:

"Mark my words, Mr Twite. In two centuries, this will be the height of fashion."
"Ha! And we'll wear watches on our wrists, women will wear trousers, and man will dance on the moon. Really, Mr Jameson, do try to think rationally for once."
"By now, you ought to know that is physically impossible for my superior mind. Besides, if you wear that within a quarter mile of the enemy, we would be saved a long and bloody battle, for they'd strike their colours in an instant - no Frenchman would dare damage such a beautiful example of creativity as this!"
"Creativity, my foot! Don't be absurd; your insanity might be contagious. I certainly do not think this hat serves any purpose, other than to humiliate and degrade myself. Good day, Mr Jameson."

And the moral of the story is: Don't take fashion advice from the redheaded boy from Portsmouth. Now they both better run if they don't want to get caught by a very grumpy first lieutenant.

Gregory Jameson and Ignatius Twite belong to me. They don't take kindly to being stolen...