Capt. Sterling

Finally captured and somewhat tamed, lubber’s seat was drawn downward into the ship’s boat. Sterling tried to make his way toward hoisted conveyance but upon stirring Aurore only clutched all the more tightly at his clothing. “Trust me Chere,” he spoke into her ear. He took her hands in his and then, with fingers gracing her face, he moved to take the seat and pulled her upward onto his lap, arms tightly wrapped around her as nod was given and couple began to take flight to the Archangel’s upper deck. “I’ll be back to fetch ye next,” Sterling shouted to Meagan as the child watched wide eyed, all too influenced by her mistress’s behaviour.

I get to go out for dinner!

"HAVE A CARE!!" de Dogge shouted as chair was lowered over side and caught in the wind. As if with a life of its own, intent on murder, bosun's chair whipped about slamming into the 'Angel's side and nearly decapitated de Dogge himself.

Oi Wife, quit flirting with the Scots...

Hey Dan, glad they killed you off, that last post of yours was great!! You've been holding out on us!!!!!!!! Well done!

Yes the Twins are across the pond I believe and so are on different times then most of us here...

"We are almost there Chere," he said, arms wrapped tigthly about Aurore as the small boat battled its way out toward the Archangel. Sterling held his wife as close as he could, tiny fingers dug into the front of his waistcoat, her face buried against his chest for fear of viewing the scene around her. Bosun de Dogge barked out words at the already straining oarsmen. They gave the best they had and progress against sea and storm was slowly made until hail was shouted upward to those on deck of the brigantine. First and second officers, already aware of approaching ship's boat, appeared, overlooking railing by entry way.

Quote: Captain we need you outside for a few pictures....

Oi?!? I can explain.... The Doc made me do it!

My apologies too Dan. I read that post so quickly that I didn't notice yer name until I went back and reread it just now... if you want just pick up where you left off as if nothing happened... we shall regard the murdered fellow in the alley as if he were just a bum.... I'm sure the Twins will be happy to edit as soon as they learn of their mistake... Yes no major characters can be killed off without consent... wounded yes, BUT it is up to the character to decide if that wound is fatal or not... or permanent...no loss of legs, arms, ect.. without that main character's consent...

"Are all aboard save for me and mine?" Sterling asked. Bosun savoring another sip of still warm but now watered down grog, shook his head. "Nay, the new Cutter and Mr. Davis have not yet appeared. Mr. Hazzards has sent Smythe and Nogura after them." Sterling looked about himself again, still judging the weather. "How long do ye wish us to wait after we bring ye back to the ship?" de Dogge asked. "Not long," Sterling said, already frustrated that others had gone away from the 'Angel. "We need to get the Archangel away from here and with haste. You will have to make due with the time we need to hoist anchor, but be warned, I will cut the cable if the weather turns worse." "Aye, aye sir," Dogge replied. "We'll manage well enough here until ye can come back and fetch us. Grog's quite good," he added with a grin. "Can I assist ye with anything?" "No, traveling light," Sterling said. "Very well then sir, I'll fetch the lads," de Dogge said with a slight bow. Downing the contents of his tankard he turned back to the tavern, his loud voice bellowing for the boat crew, putting the noise of the storm to shame.

Archangel crewe "famous" quote of the event: Comes from ship's surgeon, Dr. Rats Reiley... whilst helping Andrew March construct the gallows. He looked at the captain and said.. "Damn it John! I'm a doctor, not a carpenter!"

final frontier **snigger**

"My God, Captain!" Sterling heard a shout from a nearby tavern. He turned as the Archangel's bosun swaggered from the cover of tavern door toward drowned rat form of superior officer. "Mr. de Dogge. Ah safe and sound I see," Sterling said and could not help but chuckle at the look on the bosun's face as rain plummetted into his grog. "Aye Captain, braving the storm as it were, not running like some the landsmen here about. Although," he gave the skies a good hard look. "Tis faring less well then before. Will be a bit of a wee fight, but I be thinking we still have plenty of time to out run the witch." "Then we shall indeed. Gather yer boat crew. They've a long pull before we're home."

journey

As vehicle stopped, Sterling, colour returning to normal upon his face, gave a reassuring squeeze to lover's hand. "Wait here but be prepared to move quickly. Let us hope Mr. March has not yet put out of the harbour. If he hasn't, the boat will be waiting close by with either bosun or his mate and crew. If he hasn't," Sterling thought a moment, considering storm, there would be hell to pay if it were not for you."

danger

Captured hand shifted, fingers moving to encircle Aurore's. He turned to her, mouth closing gently over soft lips, his kiss lingering before forehead came to rest against forehead and fingers smoothed over silken cheek. He kissed her again, this time the hunger of his passion making him to draw her closer before he finally whispered, "We shall survive all this Chere. All of it." He made to kiss her once more and spied Meagan watching from the corner of his good eye. For a moment he choked under the young girl's scrutiny, then he straightened, looked down at his young wife and blushed so red that Aurore finally smiled.

He remained still, and yet his breath caught inside him as she spoke, his heart raced as she took his hand and his relief at her words caused him to blink away tears so that she did not judge him as weak as he was. "I am sorry Chere. Worn am I and in need of some true rest." Then his head came down, eyes closing as face came to rest, buried in wounded hand. "Je ne sais pas comment je survivrais jamais maintenant, sans vous," he breathed.

ill mannered

"Tis true Chere," he said. He closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath before reopening them again. He would not look at her, his focus still drawn to the storm outside. He could not bare to see her expression now that she knew how the Frenchman really felt about her. Despite her words, Sterling knew it now changed everything.

boiling

He watched her as she fixed her gaze on him. " I do not understand what you are saying...." He could dismiss it as nothing, he could lie to her and be secured in her love for him or he could...he felt the illness seize hold of him but knew he needed to tell her the truth. "Christophe is in love with you, Aurore. He was planning to ask Andre for your hand when the time was right. But then ..." his voice trailed off, his gaze shifting to the view outside.