Capt. Sterling

Once again excluded, Sterling allowed himself to be shut out and remained at a distance as Aurore walked off arm and arm with Burke. For a moment, he felt as if he were back in Algiers then shook off such bitter memories. So much for an answer he thought quietly to himself and decided it best to go to Meagan herself. He looked about and found her sitting upon a hay bale, tiny heels drumming against the packed hay as she waited upon the adults. He bent low before her until their foreheads came together and she began to giggle. “So, Little Mistress,” Sterling whispered. The child blushed crimson at his address then began to giggle afresh. “Tell me does thou ride?” Meagan tried to shake her head at first but when contact, that had been established with his silly bow, broke, she regretted it. Tiny hands came to gently settle about his neck and she pulled him close again. “My lady has begun my lessons,” Meagan whispered in return. “But by my reckoning, I confess I can sit prettily enough but not much more.” “Well enough,” Sterling replied. “I shall rent thee a horse for the journey and walk along side thee to keep thee safe and…” he paused, distracted as a second rider approached. “My pardons Little Mistress,” he whispered and carefully removed her hands from about his neck and straightened as Childermass dismounted, glanced over at Aurore and Burke then made his way to stand with the captain. "Ye may, in near future, regret this return to land....Or at least the choice of this landfall...." Cocking his head slightly to the right, Seth trained reptile gaze on the Captain as if measuring factors. "Andre' has returned..." Sterling’s first reaction was to look upon his wife as she conducted herself still privately at a distance. His eyes lowered as good hand came to nurse exit wound beneath left arm. “Ye sound as if the devil himself has been released from the Pit,” Sterling finally said with a bit of a sigh. He looked than at Childermass and shook his head with a shrug of his shoulders. “So I can only assume that this Andre` is naught but another means of trouble for me. I cannot imagine why as, for the life of me, I cannot even remember ever making the acquaintance of one with such a name.”

Sterling offered hand to Burke, once the other had made his comment, then sighed with a slight nod of his head. It would have been all too easy to remain onboard and sleep another twelve hours, but Aurore had woken early as reports were made of their safe arrival. “I had reckoned as much, but did not conceive of any other way to get the Mistress and little Meagan back to the house," Sterling said. He was tired and did not wish to think nor to remain in the port if it were possible to make their way home. He had anticipated a full day's ride to cover the short distance due to the wreckage the storm had left in its wake. "I cannot manage the child without the proper use of my arm and had hoped, once on the road, or lack there of, I might manage a,” he cleared his throat. “Drier route some where for the carriage." He shrugged his shoulders. "And if worse came to worst, at least it would provide some bit of shelter for the ladies... Glad that I am of yer arrival, mayhaps if you have the time, the child could ride with you? I shall trade the carriage then instead for two mounts for Mistress Sterling and myself. If ye would agree to assist me, then tis only for Aurore to decide where she wishes to journey first.”

Yah...Right...... I can't remember who took the photo when Carol was adjusting some of the "stuff" jeeeeeez... scarry Dang... No way I could ever pass as a transvestite...... Hey... It was for a good cause...... ( that's my story, and I'm sticking to it...... ) Ah Pat, I don't think they want ye to be posing as a girl...

With the storm’s death throes finally coming to their conclusion, the Archangel had returned to reclaim her anchor and deposit a number of her unwilling passengers ashore. As ship’s boat brought itself alongside the nearest wharf yet again, Sterling climbed out and saw to the safe disembarkation of his wife, Meagan and the two men who had endeavored to make the La Maligna. “Tis sorry I am that I could not bring ye safe alongside yer chosen destination,” Sterling stated, as the twins climbed from the boat. “Mayhaps Striker will come about and return to the port.” With a slight bow, he excused himself and returned to Aurore’s side. Offering his arm, he walked with her, leaving the docks. They carefully threaded their way around the remains of the hurricane, hopping over puddles, skirting those that were too large for springing above, and trying to keep buckled shoes afoot instead of behind in ankle deep mud. It was obvious to Sterling that Aurore was already grateful to be back on semi dry land, her color already returning to grace soft cheek. And although she seemed happy, his own spirits sank as he realized she most likely would never sail again with him. He watched her as she looked about, taking in the damage done as he waited for the stable owner to harness up another rented horse and carriage. He would bring her home, stay the night and then some, to ensure that all was safe and secure, both to his new house and the ‘Angel, and then he would take his leave. Already he had changed his mind as to sailing to Virginia. With Lilly McKinney still sick aboard the ‘Angel, he had made up his mind to put back home to England and reunite the actress with their son. He pressed a coin into the man’s hand as horse and carriage were finally brought about. He helped Meagan in first, then settled Aurore. “Is there any place ye wish to go afore I take ye home?” he asked.

Here's to ye Jack! I am sure yer efforts will make us all quite happy!!!

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Hell, why don't ye do a pirate of the month right here at the pub? I would certainly nominate the lasses of my crewe, Aurore, The Twins, Skittles, and I certainly would second the nomination of Siren!

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Well Cap'n Pete sorry to hear about the illness and hope you are recouping rapidly... I am glad to hear that you are back at least in one piece... look forward to hearing about the good bits when you feel up to it!

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AQUARIUS (Jan 20 - Feb 18) Drinking style: Aquarius and drinking don't go together that well (except for water, that is). They have an innate tendency toward know-it-allism, and if they get an idea while sizzled, they're more stubborn than a stain or a stone. If they're throwing a party or organizing an outing, however, they're too preoccupied with their duties to get combative and they make perfectly charming drunks in that case. Fortunately, they're usually capital drink-nursers. They also make the best designated drivers (if you can get them before they start raising their wrist) Aquarius is fascinated by drunk people and capable of holding interesting conversations with soused strangers while sober. This is just NOT true... I would KNOW....

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