Capt. Sterling

Look was shot toward Sterling as stranger voiced opinion. This time silent message was conveyed from First Officer and captain bit down once again, teeth clenched tightly to avoid responding. March waited for friend to take the seat that was indicated, then sigh escaped him as Sterling slumped over table. This was not going to be easy. "John, tenha um cuidado," March said. Nod was hesitantly given, and then blond head fell into waiting hands. March took his own seat. "We have come looking for the captain's wife. She was not where she was supposed to be earlier this evening. Word was that she was to wait there until she was sent for," March began. "Instead no one there was able to tell us why she was no longer there or where she had gone to. Knowing Mistress Sterling to have been ill, the Captain is understandably upset."

March's grip tightened against Captain's shoulder, pressing Sterling back against the wall as First Officer felt the shoulder beneath his hand grow rock hard. A second sideward glance was offered to catch Sterling's jaw tense as teeth were gritted together in effort to comply with March's silent request to remain put. "Ye others, wait below. Keep to yerselves," March ordered. He looked again to Sterling, who nodded his agreement. Able seamen made for the stairs as Sterling breathed hard trying not to fly off the handle. March waited as tension was forced to ease and Sterling's eyes closed momentarily. Slight shake of blond head went barely noticed. "I cannot do this," Sterling whispered. "I no longer see the point." March rolled his eyes. "Ye will in time. Go on, get inside."

"Where is Aurore?" Sterling whispered harshly as March greeted Devareaux. First officer's hand came down upon Captain's shoulder. "Have a care John. Yer no good to yerself or anyone else for that matter when ye allow yerself to get into such a state. I am happy to handle this meself," March replied in low tones. Sideward glance was cast at closest friend. "Please try it my way."

Please forward our thanks to Kim M. for straightening out all the loose ends by contacting Mr. March regarding the Port Washington event. Too many handling too many questions.... The Archangel crew will be attending in full force... and all future questions will be handled via phone conversation.

I understand the city may not be charging an event fee, but they will still be benefitting from the patrons, that the reenactors/entertainers draw. And where do they suggest we leave our weapons? Locked in the car? Sorry that is not secure and if they start breaking into cars what then? I understand that this is a new event but tis still early yet, can someone speak to the Chamber and reason with them... ? Honestly when does the attraction pay out of their own pocket to attract? Camping should be free to the attendees as some sort of compensation to all the groups that come to benefit the city.

We have to PAY to camp? I have never heard of such a thing at an event before. Free camping is usually extended to reenactors since they are already spending a bundle to attend events. Since we cannot cook and we can't even keep our weapons safe with us at night, might I ask what those costs will be covering other than security and loos?

Sterling had left quickly after that. This time there was no lingering kiss, not even the desire for one. The numbness had begun to spread within him again. He collected his men from Sally's kitchen and the trio now made their way to the Royal Grace. Half way there Andrew March and another handful of sailors, were encountered and added to the group, Sterling explaining what had just transpired in hushed tones to his first officer. His friend explained in return that Nelly Greene was nothing more than a courtesan and should be ignored. Sterling tried to follow March's advice but nagging thoughts of Lambert had to be constantly shifted, moved, buried. As they entered the Royal Grace, the proprietor was demanded. Spindlethorpe finally appeared, cowering and scraping, and it was not long before the exact locations of several adjoining rooms was pinpointed and Sterling, now fighting to keep his temper in check, stormed up the stairs. Second room was chosen and he knocked upon the door. "Maîtresse Sterling! Ouvrez la porte s'il vous plaît. C'est votre mari. Je suis venu pour vous prendre au navire!" He began to pace back in forth before the door. Once again knock was issued and March placed belaying hand upon friend's shoulder. "John, calm yerself."

Make sure you add a brace of silver Queen Annes to that post or at least quote us a price!

^ a period correct harbor town... real buildings, real ships, and oh about 300 hundred acres to go with it... for a camp for kids outreaches and for us pirates to play in on weekends... < more buttons to make... both for garments and for the fifth graders... they think they will make great new "rings" to wear V have any kids you know put a "new twist" on something of your's from the hobby?

Thank you for the update... the period camping is a huge help.

^ ALWAYS!!!!! < Ask anyone that truly knows me... I always have way too much on my plate... honestly I just don't know how to say no sometimes... okay... all the time...snigger V What do you always put off til tomorrow?

“Wait here,” Sterling instructed then made his way up the stairs to Nelly Greene’s side. One hand gently came to rest at the back of the girl’s tiny waist and she allowed him to turn her back toward her room. “What is wrong?” Sterling asked as they gained the privacy within and the door was quietly shut behind them.’ Nelly moved away, blond curls swaying softly as she shook her head. “Nothing really. Just a strange woman came to see me.” She paused by the table and turned slightly, presenting a graceful picture. She looked across at Sterling. “She demanded answers from me regarding a man by the name of Pinon. And at gunpoint! Of all things!” Nelly said with a soft huff. For a moment, her words seemed to fall upon deaf ears, as Sterling just stood and stared. Inwardly she smiled to herself, grateful that he had come to call once more, and pleased that her gown and hair had the proper effect on him. He moved toward her. “Did she harm you?” Sterling asked. Nelly shook her head and offered a laugh. “Oh I am not defenseless Captain Sterling,” she said. Sterling’s head cocked to the side. “Is that so?” he laughed himself. “Best then I remain on yer good side then.” Nelly dipped her head in mock salute. “You are a wise man,” she teased. “Then I may say it safe to assume that you will be staying?” His mouth opened, lips agreed noiselessly, before he sighed and shook his head. “Nay, I have only come to ask you a question of mine own.” The girl was evidently disappointed. Again she moved away from him. “Yes, well, then,” she said. “Ask but please no pistols.”

For Christine... Hillary Clinton was elected president. ON her first night living in the White House on her own, the ghost of President George Washington visited her. Recognizing the opertunity to perhaps learn something, Hillary asked the first President...."What do you think I should do to be a great president?" Washinton answered, "Never Lie to the people." Hillary responded, "Ouch, I don't know if I could do that." The next night, the ghost of President Thomas Jefferson came to visit. Once again Hillary asked what could he tell her to help her be a better president. Jefferson answered, "Always do what the people want." Hillary scoffed and said, "You must be joking! I know better than anyone what needs to be done. No way will I listen to the people!" The third night, the ghost of President Abraham Lincoln visited. Hillary asked him also, what could she do to be a good president and help her country. Lincoln said..."GO TO THE THEATER!"

The styling of a Lady's riding habit was based on the cut of male clothing so using metal buttons would not be a problem...

^ Aye and took em to court and won! < For borrowing a chair???? V Like to argue just to argue?

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Sterling continued onward until the touch of First Officer's hand upon his shoulder forced him to slow and then turn. "And where might ye be heading?" March asked obviously concerned about his superior. "I shall take Jones and Dyke with me. There is someone I have met of late, who may know the port well enough to narrow down our search." "Ye'll take care?" March asked. Sterling gave a nod of his head. "Aye, I will. I shall meet you back at the ship in three hours time, so that we may go over matters. Knick the door of the places you've searched already. You know the mark." "Aye, aye, Captain," March said and, hand clutching cocked hat to head, hurried off to carry out his orders.

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Sterling would no longer wait. He continued onward across the yard to outlet to back alley. "Mr. March, I want you to return to the 'Angel and gather up as many men as you can. Start with the inns. What little I know of Devareaux, would suggest that he is holed up somewhere with all the creature comforts a peacock could desire. The better inns first, inquire of the landlords as to whether or not they know of him. There is some coin, in my seachest," he added removing the key from about his neck and passing it over to his officer. "Take it but do not hesistate to kick in any doors that appeared purposely barred. Le Cour operates with fear... the first landlord that cowers, my bet would say, tis where you will find Aurore."

"No, not where my loved ones are concerned," Sterling said. Rear door was opened. "And I am not about to lose neither wife nor child because of yer bloody business." He made his way outside, slamming door behind. "She could be dead by the time they get around to things. Come along, we shall find her if we need call out the guard ourselves. Damnation where is the old goat when I need him?"

Why can I not see a tough Scottish Laird with one of those little yappy things??

Sterling's hand came up to rub now pounding head, then lowered to mouth as if to cover further verbal assault. Eyes closed as frustration at senseless games of protocol continued. Hand reached once more for door handle. “My safety be damned,” he said, voice suddenly low, monotone, lost. “She was ill when last I saw her. She was supposed to be at the Shea house and she is no longer there. She is with child…” weary gaze fixed on Stockton. “There are so many things that could be wrong and you stand here and act as if I am the last person that should know of my wife’s whereabouts. I know you know where Sabastian could be. Le Cour does not operate in such a careless fashion as not to. So tell me now and let me be on my way to her, do not delay me any more.”

^ To answer William's question: Yes, won 1st place in CostumeCon 24 in the Novice division for Workmanship Award: Best in Class/Presentation Award: Most Evocative. Ah was this last year's Costume con??

^ ah... too many times to count... it's the hat... snigger < been hell in Virginia today... V pass the question on...