Dorian Lasseter

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Moved to forge thread...

The discussion of the recent happenings continued for a time between Preston and Dorian until the Captain had nodded off once or twice while the Ships Master spoke. He yawned and stretched and tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Preston noted this and chuckled which led to a slight cough. “May’aps we should turn in fer th’ eve. Ye look plum wore out Dorian.” He smiled, and got a return smile from the Captain who nodded and stifled a yawn. “Aye, we walked half th’ town and bothered too many people this day. Not much chance of a long sleep on the morrow neither. We’ll see who shines tomorrow and mayhaps we’ll have a Bo’sun’s mate by days end. The other matters might keep me from a proper rest, but we shall see…” Preston nodded and regarded Dorian quietly while he weighed something on his mind. ‘Now or later...' He thought to himself as he did so.

You made it past the childhood diseases, the religious wars, the epidemics, and your neighbors' sheep dogs. Die peacefully in your bed. Now how'd that happen??? Alright, redid it with m' given name... This is it. You know where you would have lived, what you would have worn, even what sort of dowry you would have given your daughters. And now you know how you would have died. Died like a man (i.e. lead poisoning from a bullet) Hmmmm...

Argh!!! My 'umblest apologies... A belated Happy BirthDay to Ye Maeve!!! Hope it were a good one! Many more ta come!!! Slainte!!!

Aboard the Lucy The Captain and Master of the Lucy had bid Captain Brand a good evening and saw him off to his frigate. Once he was away the two men turned to other matters. First, a walk around the weather decks, trading thoughts and praises for the work done. Second, Dorian filled in Preston about the planned sailing in the morning. “Once th’ light o’ day comes an’ th’ crew roused, I’ll have th’ men assembled and we’ll unveil th’ figurehead. Our Carpenter’s a humble man, his work is beyond words. She’s quite a comely Lass wot adorns th’ bow. If th’ breeze be favourable, we’ll show some sail an’ not have ta warp off th’ docks here.” Preston clicked his tongue and offered a comment. “We could break out th’ sweeps, take ‘er out a bit like ‘at.” Dorian smiled and gave a nod. “Aye, that’d do just as well… Aye, ready th’ sweeps come mornin’… Once out o’ th’ bay we’ll head Nor'West up th’ coast. If th’ breeze livens up, should reach Saint Pierre in… say, two hours?” Both men were silent a moment, doing the calculations in their heads, both nodded slowly after a short while. “Might take less iffn’ we got a goodly wind. She were fast b’fore… Now that she’s in top shape, we’ll see how fast she be, aye Lad?” Dorian gave Preston a light slap on the shoulder and both men grinned, taking a look around their newly refitted ship. Without a word the Captain gestured to the Ships Master to take the lead, back to the wardroom. The hour was quite late and who knows what else would happen before dawn. They made more small talk as they shut the door behind them. Dorian removed his hat and coat, placing them on hook and hanger. Pistols were removed as well as sword and placed on top of his sea chest. Preston had sat down in the chair he previously occupied and waited until his Captain had made himself comfortable.

............................................................ Aye! Was that long enough?

When Mister Pew asked his question, Dorian shook his head slowly and William creased his brow and pursed his lips momentarily. “Master Preston, I would wish it had been a pleasant evenin’ ashore, I assume ye got my correspondence?” Preston gave a quirky smile and nodded. Dorian spoke again, his voice lowered. “And have ye acted on anythin’ in that letter?” He gave a look to his officer that Pew was sure to understand. The Ships Master nodded barely in response. He mouthed a name but Dorian didn’t quite catch it, so Pew repeated it with a hiss. Captain Lasseter nodded and thought on that a moment. “How’d ye come ta that?” Captain Brand cleared his throat and Dorian shot a look his way, chuckled and leaned to him, filling him in on the possibility that the one lad, O’Hara had been singled out by Mister Pew as the man who stabbed Captain Stoneborrows. To this William nodded and put a hand to his chin. “And where is the man?” Dorian looked to Pew who nodded to William. “He’s being sought out by others… We’ll have he back afore dawn.” A single ‘Aye’ came from the captains.

Captain Lasseter lightly slapped Mister Wenge on the back. “Aye, I was countin’ on yer help wi’ that, you know how she’s bound wi’ th’ drapes an’ such. Pick a lad ‘r two ta help. I plan ta make it brief, since we’ll be headed outta th’ bay at first light. Now I suggest ye get yer rest when ya can. First light will be here ‘afore ya know it.” Mister Wenge beamed. “Aye captain, thank you sir.” He knuckled his brow and head off to find his mates and to get what sleep he could. Dorian smiled and turned to William. “Care ta stay awhile or head back to th’ Dog for the short evenin’ and return fer th’ unveiling of th’ figurehead?”

No worries, Cap'n.... More port? Another cigar?

As Dorian turned back to Captain Brand and Monsieur Durand, the latter took in a quick breath. “Your men will be found Capitain Brand, and Lasseter, but not by standing on your deck. And this Capitain Den Oven.... Pardonez moi, I shall be off to find what I may. As for awaiting Turcotte…” His eye ticked as he spoke the man’s name and he made a gesture of dismissal. “I bid you good evening Capitains…” He bowed to the men and they returned it. Monsieur Durand turned away and was soon on shore and out of sight. Dorian looked at William with a slightly perplexed, yet relieved look on his face. “Well now… I’d like ta stay an’ see what happens ta Turcotte… But I think we have better things ta do with our time, aye Will?” Both men smiled at each other and chuckled. As they settled, William brought up sending the Lucy to St. Pierre. “I think at first light it would be best for you to make sail. Those men you leave behind will just have to wait aboard the Watch Dog until you return, or until we join you. Once you make St. Pierre, find out what you can and return by the next days end. By then we should have all supplied loaded, if not sooner. This port has grown stale and uneasy.” “Aye-aye Cap’n…. agreed… too much trouble has passed in this port fer my liking.” As he spoke Dorian absentmindedly touched the side of his head which was still slightly tender from the wound he suffered not long after they had arrived here. More was about to be said on the subject, however the form of one Alder Wenge made his presence known. He stood tall and knuckled his forlock to the captains, turning towards Captain Lasseter he spoke. “A word with you, Sir, if I may…” Dorian nodded. “Speak freely Mister Wenge, what news?” Seven Bells of the First Watch, 3 August, 1704 Larboard Watches on duty

As interesting as I would find it, I'm glad when I talked to him he didn't say, "Oh it was wonderful, I got the whole thing on video..." And Sterling, to step back a bit.... How's yer cigar n' port?

Some shots.... Cap'n Sterling, you don't know William 'shutterbug' RedWake very well... Be prepared for a plethora of 'wee Aeva' images... You heard me... A 'Plethora'.............................

William, Maeve, Liam, and Aeva, who has just arrived; Bail ó Dhia ort!!!! The Blessings of God on you!!!! Now where are they? Ah Hah!!!

Slainte!!!! Congrats to you Captain, Maeve and Liam!!!! Off to the Kate, where I assume cigars are bein' passed out....

*Crosses arms and leans against the wall, grins wider showing teeth*

*Watches the heartfelt moment betwixt Capt. Sterling and Briar. As they part and notice him, he smiles...*

Oh Bugger it all ta hell!!! Looks like I need to get a black arm band for all my characters... Played D&D, AD&D and sooo many other RPGs... Still have a tonne of books... Aye, he will be missed, yet he will live on through his games and game ideas for years to come...

Aye, I did spit out those words... took all my will ta do so... *retch* ohh, sorry... just thinkin' th' words causes a bad reaction...

http://www.cocktail.com/recipes/mixes/Choc...ocoholicMix.htm

How 'bout a... *retch* white wine cooler? Ah, somethin' with yer name on it.... http://www.cocktail.com/recipes/j/JohnnieC...ocktail1940.htm

Ah, true... But, it would have stung yer eyes somethin' fierce! Hmm... A drink that won't tear up yer stomach, but contains spirits.... Must think on that...

Damn goode thing that wasn't a bloody mary...

As the men walked to the wharf, exchanging questions and answers, Dorian noticed the handful of locals seem to part as they came through. It seemed that Durand was known to every man, woman, and child in these parts. He was respected and feared by the looks given. Dorian was quiet for a short time, mulling over those questions asked and answered, and those unanswered. A question he had came to mind. “Monsieur Durand, what port would be the next biggest for trade here on Martinique?” Durand’s pace barely altered at the question, and two long strides later he answered. “Saint Pierre would be the port, capitaine Lasseter. Have you thought we might look there?” Dorian looked to William who wore a thoughtful expression and nodded, then spoke. “I think that would be a place to look for many people and things.” Again the three walked in silence, each man dwelling on their own thoughts. Once they reached the wharf and headed to the Lucy, the noise from the dock workers and businesses still making trade was enough to keep them from focusing on previous thoughts. As they approached the gang plank to the Lucy, Dorian took the lead and strode confidently across and onto his ship. He nodded to the two marines standing guard, who in turn saluted. He then welcomed Captain Brand and Monsieur Durand aboard. Dorian noticed that since his departure, much more cleaning and squaring away of the ship had been done. He turned back to William and Donatien. “Tis a fine evening, shall we stay on deck or do we wish to head below? I leave it to you, but I’m happy t’injoy the air… I’ll be happy ta have chairs brought up, there be enough space on th’ quarter…” Mister Tucker approached Captain Lasseter and knuckled his brow, reporting all was well abard and Master Pew was below. Dorian raised a brow at the man. “Come back early from shore leave? An’ I see others from th’ Starb’d watch about as well… All’s well, eh?” Tucker smiled some and explained that he and some of the others were near by on shore watching and then helping with the attachment of the figurehead, once that was accomplished some had stayed aboard. Dorian thought it odd but accepted the excuse and bid the man to carry on. He turned back to William and Donatien, waiting for their thoughts on weather to stay on deck to await Turcotte or head below presently.

Aye, I'll take all th' fresh fruit I can while in port... Dunno how long a barrel o' apples gonna last aboard... Hmmm... wonder if I c'n get a bushel r' two a' pineapples?