Capt. Sterling

You saw it!!!! And you didn't tell me!?!? Virginia, eh... Gee, I'm already there! **wicked grin**

But Sterling, isn't that exactly what etiquette is? Proper conduct that we observe without thinking. Things that we've had drummed into our heads and have drummed into our children's? We only have to think about it now because period eriquette isn't necessarily what we've learned in the 20-21st centuries. Methinks you may have misunderstood my post Chole...as I was having a poke at Foxe.... drumming into or training up is exactly what I believe etiguette to be... as for learning by observation only and not thinking... no, I don't believe that is what teaches most of us... to a very small extent perhaps, but most children learn manners by constant reminders and reinforcement of some kind whether it be reward, reasoning or punishment.... once the order of behaviour is established it becomes habit and then thought is usually not necessary regarding said habit... somewhat like muscle memory for athletes.... "train up a child in the way they should go and when they are old they shall not depart from it"....

I had just won "most gruesome looking pirate" at the Blackbeard Festival Ball... when nominated I was a bit upset as I had on my best suit, until Cheeky pointed out..."They mean your face stupid, not your clothes!" Then she blinded me with a flash from her camera... couldn't see to get down off the stage!

"Non, Chere, there is no place safe here. The Archangel is our best wager. I..." his words trailed off as he looked down at her. Good hand came upward to lay soft stroke along her cheekbone, loose hair gently tucked behind ear, as fingers slowly trailed downward along ear's outer edge. "Oh God, Chere ye know I hate to ask ye to come with me if it frightens ye so, but I cannot, in all good conscience, leave ye some place unfit. I must go to my ship and I beg ye to come with me."

So still no takers in the guessing game?

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He hugged her tightly. "Ye have my word, ye shall be safe. The 'Angel is clean, we'll out run this, I promise, but let us not dally here. Je t'aime, Aurore, I will let nothing harm you."

Greetings Sir and welcome aboard!

Welcome to the pub!

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He caught at her waist as she moved away, stopping her before he couldn't. He pulled her back to him, his arms moving about her. "Sorry I am Amour, that this had to happen. But we shall be snug and safe soon enough."

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As couple made their way downstairs, Sterling glanced about. He had barely had the time to acquaint himself with new domain and now he was forced to flee from it. "See to Meagan," he whispered kissing Aurore upon her forehead. "I shall see if I can help in any way outside regarding the house or our means of escape."

Cat got yer tongue, Chere?

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"Make haste ma petite gardienne," Sterling said, as he made his way back into the bed room, arms laden with odd bits of clothing from the day before. He could not help but wrinkle up his nose as shirt was brought back on over his head. "Get dressed Amour. Something well suited for a storm. I want to get ye and Meagan some place safe." He looked at her, his expression obvious, concern for their well being finely etched for all to see. "You will trust me, Chere, will ye not?" he whispered.

Welcome to the pub Lady! Tis a fine place and I see ye be already havin some fine friends. Let us hope, now that ye be here, there will be many more to add.

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Sterling waited until Stephen disappeared back down the steps he had thundered up seconds before hurrying back to other room to try and locate his breeches. The light poor, it took him several minutes to retrieve the black garment as well as old stockings. The items still stank from the fire before and as he tiptoed about the room, the floor still wet with puddles, he found himself cursing the devil for the further perils the monster was about to cause. Stooping to fetch his shirt, shoes and waistcoat, he sighed, his honeymoon had been far too short.

That's my girl!

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A-ha! So ye did miss me!

hmmm one wonders if they "observe" on purpose ... or ... it is simply something that has been drummed into them over the years so that it becomes habit without thought....

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