Capt. Sterling

Sterling halted, glance cast backward over shoulder. "Car le saké de pitié me disent alors! Aidez-moi à la trouver et la recevoir à mon navire, alors, je peux m'inquiéter au sujet de ma propre sécurité. Cela n'importe plus jusqu'à ce que je la trouve!"

"Sabastian l'a!" Sterling said. Forcing himself to stand his ground and not lunge forward and strangle Dubois, he could only shout. "Vous l'imbécile stupide ensanglanté, vous ne me connaissez pas ? Vous avez été à ma maison depuis Aurore et je suis revenu de l'ouragan!" Sterling turned on heel and made for the rear door. "Find her myself. That I shall if me and mine have to turn the entire port upside down. Vous êtes inutiles! Si elle vient pour faire du mal ou perd l'enfant à cause de vous .... aidez-moi donc... "

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Sterling made his way inside the bookstore, eyes rolling with the further delay. "J'essaie de trouver la Maîtresse Sterling. Nous, elle, Sabastian et je, était tous à la maison Shea plus tôt. Je devais la faire venir ce soir, mais ils ne sont plus là. Elle était malade plus tôt. Je dois la trouver! Où pourrait d'autre Sabastian l'avoir prise, si elle n'est pas ici ?"

Hmm at the moment, no, still swamped sewing for newbies, but with planning....and by Dec. All they would need would be trousers/breeches, shirt and neckerchief.... something for their feet may be a bit more difficult unless someone can find some decent rope sandals.

^ persona city, but he's moving very quickly to the country...snigger < Me, country all the way... although the city is a great way to pass the time... will not live there ever again, if I can help it. V Would you rather listen to traffic or crickets?

^ More coats... I can make them... < hmmm Mr. March is talking about learning to cobble (?) shoes... maybe we should look into it. I have a "how to" on the subject.. Chole, curious, could you justify mocs, any chance yer character lived in the backwoods of the colonies at some point? V monkey, parrot or nothing for yer persona?

Is there period camping ?

Sterling moved from the shadows to speak. "Mon nom est Jean Sterling. Je suis le mari d'Aurore. Elle et son frère ont été censés m'attendre pour faire venir Aurore à la maison Shea. Ils ne sont plus là et je suis vraiment concerné. Pourriez-vous me dire où d'autre je pourrais être capable de les trouver ?" Then his eyes narrowed in the dim light. "Wait I know you.. Dubois... Il est moi. J'ai besoin de desparately pour trouver ma femme. S'il vous plaît où pourrait d'autre Sabastian l'avoir prise pour la sauvegarde sûre. Elle n'est pas bien et je dois la trouver. "

Small quartet made their way back through the port. They walked without haste, Sterling and March conversing amongst themselves as if nothing were amiss. The two sailors followed behind at a none too close distance to look included but not as if the group were concerned about being singled out. Bookstore was soon in view and the sailors were ordered to remain out front, keeping an eye on the locals, as March and Sterling made their way around back. Knock upon door was given and they waited until the door was opened to them.

Sterling halted a moment, indicating for March and the others to continue on to the dock. Keeping his voice low, he waited until the doctor came closer. "For someone who has schemed to make and keep me dead, Doctor Reiley, you certainly seem to have a loose tongue about ye now. I would remind ye to keep it still before I have it cut out," Sterling warned. He continued on to the entry way. "I shall speak with ye when I return. I have something of great urgency I must attend to first."

Tis an honour Sir.

“Very well, Andrew,” Sterling said making his way back across the distance, hands raised slightly as if in surrender. “Aye, ye are right. Ye will come with me then?” March made a quick study of his friend. “And where might ye be going?” Sterling nodded as papers were retrieved. “Tis time I grew up where Aurore is concerned. Yer right, I have been selfish. I ought to earn what I so deeply desire. I need to find her and fetch her here.” Annulment papers were looked over once more carefully then brought to candle. In a matter of seconds they were no more. Cocked hat was collected along with revolver and heavy walking stick. Plain brown coat was put on without waistcoat as March opened the door to the captain’s quarters and called the sailors, that had made their way earlier to the Shea house, over. “Cudgels gents. Fetch em and meet the captain and I by the entryway. We’ve one more place to look,” March said. As Sterling came along side, March’s brow furrowed slightly. “And where might that be?” Sterling shrugged. “I honestly do not know. But we shall try the bookstore first. There is always someone there. They may be able to help us.”

Any chance of getting Mister Last to answer his emails? We have questions about camping and I am at his service to coordinate events for the weekend, ESPECIALLY any and all scenarios.

^ Don't have a single one < Finally going to bed V Plans for the week?

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^Been there, done that, no chance of going back to being sane. < Poor Chole, could have used a pudding, what? hmmm nap or eyelets? V how much money do you think you spend each year on books?

^Not sure if this qualifies... working in England with the flu, went to the Chemist and purchased this awful stuff you had to drink with hot water... I'd rather be sick then do that again...ugh. < which reminds me, currently have a Snottie living up to his nickname... V Injuries?

^Sushi, of sushi octopus < now I'm hungry as well as tired....snigger V craziest food you've tried

^ only when sorely needed... < speaking of which been up since Friday morning sewing... V Wish eating were an option?

^ You mean there are things other than piracy?? ^ other than reading too busy to do anything but work and piracy V What would you be willing to give up to acquire more free time?

http://www.johannesvermeer.info/verm/house...gerschapENG.htm Does anything here help?

**blink, blink** sorry blond moment....

^ But of course < just finished 34 buttonholes... have a hole in my finger too! V lefty, righty or both?

Oi Chole, mind sharing that local GAoP group's name and possible contact info? Would they be willing to try and put together a more historical event in the WI, IL neck of the woods?