Capt. Sterling

Sterling moved toward her, crossing the distance in hurried pace. Despite the discomfort of wounds, he took her in his arms. Pulling her close, he bent round her as he held her to him. "Oh God, Chere, how I have missed ye. So sorry I am about the turn of events. Tis not how I wished to spend yer wedding day," he whispered.

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"Merci, Little One," Sterling said resisting the urge to pat her on the head and possibly upsetting her. Instead he made a sweeping bow, took her hand and kissed the back of it before he took long strides to the staircase. Shedding his weariness with the bottom step, he mounted them two at a time, until he made the top landing and then to the third room. Light rap was made upon the door before he pushed it open.

Now was Sterling's time to smile. "Agreed. I plan to tarry long, slow and tender in my marriage bed." The ride to his new home had been taxing. Sterling had expected the day's battle to tire him but not like this. Most of the ride, both he and Sabastian spent in quiet, an occasional question regarding Aurore's happiness answered when brought to mind. Devareaux's smile was hidden in shadows... was new family member nervous about pleasing little sister? He chuckled softly to self. As house was met, Sterling dismounted, shook hands with Sabastian, extending his gratitude once again, before, to his suprise, a servant came to collect his horse then disappear to waiting stable. Wearily the captain made his way to the door, but new keys were not needed as heavily studded oak was drawn open and bashful face of young Meagan peered around door's edge. Sterling gave the young girl a wink and a smile. "Glad I am to see ye here, little Mistress," he beamed. "Methinks I could not bear to separate ye from yer Mistress. Tell me, where might I be finding Mademoiselle... " he caught himself, correcting himself with a proud smile. "Where might I be finding Lady Sterling?"

"Denied, what? I doubt ye shall be slaving away much," Sterling laughed himself as Devareaux's private amusement was obviously not lost. He moved outside and waited for the horses to be brought about. Still in need of assistance, bad shoulder still not willing to cooperate, he was lifted upward, leg moving over cantle and then steadied as he lowered himself into the saddle. "Come along then," he encouraged as Sabastian casually made his way to his own mount.

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Sterling looked at brother-in-law, one brow arching. "Do ye now?... hope twill be as pleasant as mine," Sterling said then quickly added with a deep smile. "But then, I would be willing to wager against that." He clapped hand upon Devareaux's shoulder, then smile faded to look of serious nature. "I cannot tell ye how grateful I am fer yer consent in all this," and then, as quickly as it had faded, smile reappeared as he carefully tucked all papers beneath waistcoat safely inside breeches' waist. "Come along, tis time to make haste."

"No, no. They appear quite in order... I assure ye..." Sterling said shaking his head. He quickly gathered the papers and keys together. "And aye, Aurore is correct regardin my need of the letters and grateful I am to ye fer obtaining them. Tis just that..." he stopped himself, watchful eye moving over Devareaux in contemplation. No, he thought, best to keep his feelings to himself, even if it was concerning the other's sister. Besides, God only knew when Sir Henry would actually be ready to sail... he still had time. "Yer sister is an amazing woman. Blessed I am that she would consent to have a poor wretch like myself." His gaze fell upon the letters again. "And now..." he stood and held out his hand to Sabastian. "Well time's a-wastin! Forgive me if I wish to be headin to my beloved bride instead of staying in the company of an ugly brute such as yerself," he added with a wink.

Letters of Marque.... Sterling's fingers hovered over the proper legal papers. A gift from his beloved? Had she not always intended to give him such an offering? He reclaimed the actions of his hand, shifting not to retrieve letters but to rest hand apathetically in lap. He stared almost blankly at the items. Had they not been his sole desire since he first dropped anchor in Jamaica's harbour? At one point he was almost willing to sell his soul for the documents and now, here, placed before him by the very woman he loved... He slowly reached forward once again, fingers this time forced about the letters and made to pick them up. The very means to allow him to make sail, the very means to separate him from his new wife... a safe guard or a death warrant? He glanced across at his brother-in-law, it was all he could do to nod his head.

For a moment, Sterling chilled at the thought and then male pride over took him. He stood, shaking head. "I cannot possibly accept such a generous gift... I ... I ..." he calmed himself as thoughts quickly engulfed him. Where on earth would he find the cash in order to provide for Aurore at the moment? He resumed his seat. With eyes closed and slow dip of head, he whispered "thank you."

Sterling's eye brows arched inquisitively. "Keys?" he asked inclining forward to retrieve them. He cocked his head slightly, looking at brother-in-law as he waited for explanation. "Ye've gone and locked yer sister up?" slight grin stiffled rapidly.

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Sterling could not help but smile broadly. "My darling girl for one?" He sighed contentedly at the thought of finally holding Aurore in his arms without concern of interuption. Then smile somewhat tamed as new ache filled his being... by God he missed her. How would he ever be able to sail without her? He allowed Devareaux to proceed first, not wishing to hold him up with his own slowness. He mused a moment longer as Sabastian made his way, then followed caustiously behind, his mind already wondering what else, other than coat and hat, he had left behind.

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Sterling balked a moment, the loss of light playing havoc with his eye sight. Heights did not trouble him but a misplaced step was more than enough to make him pause. Let them laugh, he thought. He had better things to do than dally about on rooftops. Aurore was waiting... "Would ye be mindin a bit more lamplight here?" he asked looking to the boy. Cautiously he made his way closer to his gargoyl like brother in law. "How fare ye through the fire? No loss I pray."

"Watching for fireworks, is he?" Sterling chuckled, then thought better of it.

Sterling paused a moment, concerned look lessening about his filthy visage. "Sorry lad, not be meanin to give ye a fright. Tis good to see ye again... since..." hand absent- mindedly moved to shoulder. He grimaced slightly, with task at hand complete, ache was quick to settle back into his form. "I shall take my leave of this place then. Mr. March," Sterling said, focus once again placed upon first officer as good hand was extended. "Captain!" March said, warmly accepting what was offered. "God Bless ye sir, ye and the new Mistress." March's eyes sparkled with mirth. "Take as many days as ye like, Sir. I be certain the lass will be grateful to have ye all to herself for a bit. I know well enough how to contact ye if needed..." "No more broken windows Andrew!" "Not a one, ye have my word. Take care John, and ... ahem... try and git a bit of rest," March added with a grin.

Sterling waited as March went over a few more items of note. As good eye came to rest on young lad, his first reaction was concern. "What is it?" he asked Jason, pushing past his first officer. "Yer Mistress has not come into harm's way, has she?"

He was tired, filthy and stank to high heaven as a result of the fire. Sterling thanked March and the others once the blaze was brought under control. "See to it that all are without injury. If needed, see to them that may have suffered during the fire. Let the others off for the night to do as they please, although do send one watch back to exchange with the others that went with Mr. Hazzards," he said, slowly rolling down once fine linen sleeves. He sighed regarding the distress done to his good shirt. "Tell Skittles I am sorry." "Never ye mind Captain," March replied. "Good as new it will be once she has a crack at it. Now, tis yer new Lady that will need apologizing ifin ye keep yerself scarce from her side much longer." Sterling sighed again. "Aye Andrew." He looked around at the damage about them. This was not how he had wished to spend his wedding day. Already the daylight was quickly retiring, making place for the night. And, for the life of him, he did not even know where Aurore had been taken for safey's sake.

We shall certainly see about that.... the webpage for Washington still does not have a lot of info on it yet to compare the events properly... but we will certainly be taking both into consideration...

God, I love this woman!!!!

Thank ye for the invite, mayhaps I shall.... for a bit, but first, I've just spent all weekend with the Actress and various members of the crewe.... I really would like to spend some time with the wife...

hmmmmm, guess I just got lucky....