Tudor MercWench Smith

Her brow arched as she gazed at him inquisitivly over the goblet she took in hand. "Well, sir, what is one man's wealth could just as easily be another man's useless baubles." She sipped her wine, trying to asses his words. She was never good with open admiration, leastwise when she was not playing a part, and she had yet to decide what part to play to the Spanish Lieutenant. Her mind raced frantically, but left her wordless where she wanted to be cunning and witty. So she simply took another swallow of the wine, and set the goblet down, freeing her hands to smooth out some creases in the green wool that pooled in her lap. "I suppose the question that arises is how do others see another's wealth then."

She gave a pleased smile. "This will be lovely Lieutenet." She said as she seated herself in the chair that was pulled out for her, making sure to properly smooth out the back of her skirts before she sat. She made a merry coment to De Le Cruz about his forsight in having a table prepaired for them. "You must have been very sure of my response before even I was." She said mirthfully. Soon, the idle conversation took up again, Tudor listening very carefully to every word spoken, in case to find any insight by tone or turn of phrase. She also found herself absorbing the atmosphere. She had seen many lovely buildings in her travels, but she found a simple elegnace in this converted building that spoke to her, as she gazed around the room and took in ever line and corner in the architecture. It always pleased her immensely when there was purpose and pleasure in such outings.

The sun was all but settled behind the horizon when they reached the pier. After disembarking himself, the Lieutenant offered an arm to Tudor as she climbed out of the jollywat. With instructions given as to where to leave the chests that had been brought ashore with them, Tudor and De La Cruz started to make their way through the city streets, just as lamp lighters started illuminating the streets.

As soon as she reached the trunks of her belongings, Tudor fell to her knees to sort through the myriad of items. Quickly finding the articles of clothing she sought, she donned the chosen shift, stays, petticote and green wool mantua with a nimble speed. After pulling her hair up and pinning it in place with an italian stilleto dagger and making sure she had her sets of daggers and muff pistol secreted away, she made her way back to where De Le Cruz waited.

"Well, I must speak to the officer of the deck before I go anywhere, as I am on duty. But why not come aboard while I seek him out. No reason for you to wait out there." She returned to where Jacob was overseeing the goings on in the surgical wards. "Sir, De la Cruz has invited me ashore for a meal. I understand that I am on duty, but with your permission, I'd like to go. Not only could I potentially glean some more information on the Navarra, but I could also see Doctor Fitzgerald's things safely ashore." She could tell Mr. Badger was not convinced. "I do not think that anyone should travel abroad without a companion." He seemed very hesitant, and not a little irritated. She tried to hide her snort. "Sir, I hardly think the Lieutenant will be likely to share any kind of useful information if we are chaperoned. But I assure you, I am more then capable of taking care of my self." With a grudging nod and a wave of his hand he sent her on her way. "But Miss Smith," She paused and turned to face him again. "I know that I am stating the obvious, but go fully armed." She just grinned a very mischevious grin at him. "But of course." She saluted him, then turned on her heels, and returned to the guest. "Well, Lieutenant, it seems I have been given leave, provided I drop some cargo off ashore. Now, if you could just bear with me as I change into something, less . . . worn." She said, with a grin looking at her slops, shirt and vest.

A puzzled bemusement crossed her face. "Is that so?" She had to admit the event was novel to her. Without asking, she assumed that it was the Lieutenant. With a shrug, she called some instructions over her shoulder to Kampaert and Hollis, then made her way towards the deck. "Ah, Lieutenant De la Cruz." She said approaching the rail. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She said in a care free tone.

Tudor made her way around the medical rooms, gathering diffrent items that had been listed among those to be sent ashore. She moved mainly in a memory filled silence, saying very few words to Mr. Badger as they went about the packing. Halfway into their work, a knock was heard at the door. "Yes, Miss Tribianni?" Treasure was greeted by Tudor as she poked her head in the door. "I just wanted to let Mr. Badger and yourself know that a boat from the Navarra is on it's way across to us." Tudor paused in her actions and looked across the room. "Interesting. Wonder what that could be about." She pondered aloud.

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With a quickly salute, Tudor turned on her heels and headed back to the deck, in search of the officer in charge. Upon finding Mr. Brisbane and offering him a quick salute, she explained what was needed. "I need a strong and reliable crewman or two if you can spare them. I am deliviring the crew's shares and Captain Lasseter wants them brought to his ward room so he can distribute them appropriatly." Even if he could not have spared any crew, he would have, for every man onboard the ship could not wait until their shares were in their hands. He quickly called for three men and ordered them to follow Miss Smith and help her with the task. Soon they stood back infront of the ward room, and once again, Tudor found herself knocking on the door.

She pulled the letter from Captain Brand out from her pouch and handed it forward. "Letter from Captain Brand sir." She said with a quick nod. "Also, the shares for the crew are on the wharf. I managed to unload them from the boat with Mr. Badger's aide, but we'll need some able crewman to assist in bringing it aboard."

After making sure the crate filled with shares to be delievered was carefully loaded onto the boat that was to take it and herself and Mr. Badger ashore, Tudor climbed in herself, wishing to lose no time in the execution of her errands. It was not too a terribly long trip between the Watch Dog and the wharf, but Tudor took the opportunity too observe her surrondings, from the dark greyish blue water they sailed over that seemed to have a personality and mystery or it's own, to the sweeping veiw of the ship they were leaving. As the neared the shore she took note of all the comings and goings of the docks. She climbed onto the pier as the crew tied off the boat and with Mr. Badger's assistance retrived the shares. "Mr. Badger, I have a letter to deliver to the Lucy. If you wish to remain here, or even to start for Le Chateau Anse while I go find Captain Lasseter, I will be able to catch up to you when I have finished." She then turned to where the Lucy was moored, she stood at the gang plank and called for attention. "Captain Brand's Steward, Smith requesting permission to come aboard to deliver a message to Captain Lasseter." After gaining the approval to come aboard, Tudor was shown to the Lucy's ward room. After a quick stuccato knock, she waited for response.

At the captain's departure from where they all had gathered, Tudor simply shrugged to herself. "Well, there's that explained." She said to no one in particular though Mister Badger stood next to her. She handed him his shares that she carried then turned to look at him. "Shall we head ashore then?" She asked with a small friendly grin.

With a quirk of red brow, she paused before commenting, trying to form the best words. "I know none of the particulars Sir. Gossip runs amok. The best I can make out from all the hyperbole is that he was involved in some sort of skirmish - I know not why or with whom - and that his finger was lost." She looked squarely at the captain. "All this I have heard just in passing and have not even a first hand account of the wounds, so other then that I cannot say." She held the items in her hand and waited for response. "Will there be anything else, sir?"

"Aye, and perhap remind him to bid them keep a watchful eye, especially after what happened to Luigi. T'is just as likely to be dangerous ashore as it is at sea." She said, gathering up the items he was entrusting to her keep, pausing when she saw the startled look on the captains face.

She came when she was called, having waited to take her leave until she was sure the captain would be in need of nothing else. Entering the ward room worldlessly, she stood in all formal posture across from the captain. "How may I be of service, sir?" She asked when he looked up from where he looked over his numbers one last time and acknowledged her.

After seeing the unwanted tray into the galley to be cleaned, Tudor made her way back topside, coming across several members of the outbound watch on their way below, after informing them and asking them to spread the word amongst the others from their watch to gather for their shares. She then started her search for those to start their watching and bidding them to be available at the captain's call.

This is my baaaabeee! I've had her since she was six weeks, she's now . . . gosh, ten months . . . and likes pretending she is the Queen of all Destruction, as is evidenced by the photo. I lurve her . ..

Tudor looked at the jewels she carried in her fist as she made her way below. The captain was correct, they would fetch a very paltry price indeed, but they were also pretty. She did not make it a point to hold onto any jewels that came into her possesion - she had privately spoken to one of the merchants that had come for the auctioning of goods the previous evening and unloaded to him the set she had aquired previously for the dinner upon the spanish ship. Although she would admit it to none, she only kept the jewelry that had sentimental attachment. Upon arriving in her corner, she knelt down and opened the trunk which seemed to hold more then it's size alluded to. Rummaging to the bottom, she pulled out a small rosewood box. After running her hand over the simplistic yet well executed carving on the lid, she opened it and unfolded the linnen that lined it. There, those few jewels she kept were tucked safely and carefully. There was first in the box, several strands of pearls, of fine enough quality but dated in style that served as the first ornamentation that she ever wore. Then the diamond necklace that was of equal quality to the set she now held, pretty and shiny but not worth an ounce, and they too saw a first for her, but more importantly they were purchased by a dear friend for her benefit. She had ridded herself of far more valuable matches, but those she kept. And then finally in the box rested six golden bangles, of varying width and ornmentation, and nestled in among them was a necklace strung with antique gold coins and garnets that were once said to match her hair, and the ear dangles in the same design. She did not hold these too her heart in fond memory as she did the others, but rather just looked at them, a pained expression in her eyes, and refused to touch them, as if they were cursed for her. No one knew she had taken these with her, nor would anyone ever wonder. And now, with a smile, she placed the Captain's recent gift into the box, in a place of honour in her possesions, not for their apperance of elegance, and certainly not for their value, but simply for the kindness in which they had been given to her. Tucking all away as it had been, she decided she would sleep, if only just for a short time. The day was to hold much, and she intended not to miss a moment.

Beowulf - translated by Seamus Heany, cause to be honest, I haven't read it since the 6th grade (even though it was assigned and I wrote a kick ass paper on it in 10th). but went and saw the new movie over the holiday and sat in the theatre going "Ummm . . . I need to reread cause I don't remember this shit going down like this"

Tudor wandered the darkened decks. It had been a long and event filled few days, and there was no sign of respite from the activity. Not that she minded, she thrived on the flurry of action and movement. Although, truth to be told, she breathed a sigh of relife when the sale ended. There were too many people to watch, too many things to go wrong. Luckily nothing had. She made another round of the decks, walking silently. Word had it that the morrow held much more in store. With a sigh, and a final glance over the waters, she finally decided to retire for the night.

mmmm . . . mommy's homemade chocolate cake. Yes, a very healthy breakfast.

gorgeous, but not worth that much. This is when I got to wal-mart, buy a 20$ doll, and $10 worth of remnant fabric and play with my sewing machine

wish I was there. hope you all have a fantastic time!!

As promised . . . here is the boy looking stunning at archery practice in my backyard . .. this one clearly says "Sweetie I love you, BUT PUT THE CAMERA DOWN!" out to dinner with the boss-man after a Faire Day And the piece-de-resistance (which I swear was not posed but is completely candid!!!) . . . . have I mentioned that I am blissfully happy?