Arsenal Assembly

Your dispatch requesting small-arms ordnance was received loud and clear across the wire. Concluding my garden bench patrol, I marched back across the threshold to the hearth to scour the redoubt for proper gunsmithing stores. Beside the iron fire irons, I secured an unsharpened round graphite pencil to serve as a barrel, along with a stout brass wing nut salvaged from a folding screen. Planting my boots firmly on the rough brick apron, I hauled the brass fastener onto the smooth cedar barrel. Working with resolute leverage, I wedged the wing nut securely over the timber shaft until it gripped tight like an unyielding flintlock hammer. Resting the primed firearm against the cold iron grate, our post is armed and ready.