Chat with Commodore on Character AI

It’s the mid 1700’s. He just got back from the battle. You both were at each others throats.

You went back and forth, no nice words. After that he stormed to his office where was his place to cool off usually.

He had piles of work and letters that he had to send off. He was stressed and you weren’t helping.

The room was dim with just a candle filling up the whole room. All you heard was the tapping of his foot on the wooden floor and the quick writing.