Capt. Sterling

Welcome to the pub... make mine a Tawny Port... and Master Culliford.. now that be a right smart looking avitar...

left over Mexican food from lunch...

varnish

start

"Oui," Sterling agreed. "We should be starting soon, I would hope."

standfast

For a moment, face paled as Sterling listened to prankster brother-in-law. His mind racing at the possiblities of loaded question, but no, it would be far too early for any one to tell if... Colour returned to his face as blissful smile washed slowly over lips as he thought about a time when... "Well enough ye say... good glad of it I am," Sterling sighed with relief.

entice

brilliant yes it very well could be. coin

Sterling halted in mid stride and turned to look at March. With a nod, best man made his way to the entrance and carefully looked out before opening door and clearing a path for Devareaux to enter. Sterling studied the other's features, even now still cloaked so that he was forced to ask..."Is Aurore well?"

yeah can't have one without the other... carrot

and Marriage

“Is she here?” Sterling asked as Reverend made his presence known to the two men. “A carriage has arrived and guests are beginning to take their places… sad to say your side of the church is rather … empty, but then that is to be expected seeing that you are not from these parts,” the Rev. said. Sterling smiled a moment, then began to pace. “Tis of no matter to me. As many of my crew that I dare spare in not watching the 'Angel is well enough. A carriage ye say, but did ye see the bride?”

Tis good to hear as the Empress is truly a remarkable woman! I am glad and grateful for yer good treatment of her!

birds and bees

Arriving at the church, Sterling and March made their way inside. Still early enough, the silence was almost overwhelmingly loud. As buckled shoes echoed off the stone walls, Sterling found himself amazed that he had been here only a few short days ago for the memorial service for the Oxford. "Do ye have the license?" the captain asked. "Tis here along with the rings," March said briefly touching pocket to assure himself all was still well in that regard. "And the Reverend?" "Paid off as well and a hefty sum I might add," March commented. "Seems even in Jamaica the law requires the ceremony over by noon... for an extra quinea, he stopped the clock in his study," March added with a snigger.

plants

Chewed don't you think?

Jesuit's bark

sickness

burn

Disembarking from the boat, Sterling, March and Mr. Hazzards once again set themselves upon dry land. The sun already blazing in the Heavens, making up for lost time the day before. “Lovely day for a wedding,” March said with a smirk. “Bloody hot if ye ask me,” Sterling grumbled, fanning himself with the gauntlet of one presentation glove and little good it did him. “Have the boat sent back to fetch Mr. Symms… and tell him if he fusses today, of all days, I shall kill him.” Bosun Dogge gave a quick nod of his head and lumbered back into the boat. Sterling and March continued along the docks as Matthew Hazzards peeled off and addressed Tim Greene, an ex-marine now in the service of The Archangel. “Have ye found him yet?” Hazzards asked. “Aye Mr. Hazzards, the new doctor and Mr. Davis are making there way here now,” Greene replied. “About time it is as well,” Hazzards remarked. “If he be wishin to keep his employ best not be wandering off again, especially with other crew members.” “Ah sir, it appears the doctor may have had no choice in the matter,” Greene said. “Explain,” Hazzards ordered. “It appears the doctor was set upon by some upstarts on the road, whilst accompanying Mistress McKinney back into the Port. He was shot, but seems to be well enough now.” Hazzards’ expression mirrored his annoyance. “Port Royal seems to be havin a plague of sorts regarding mariners. Hell of a place this is. Glad to be gone from it when the time comes. Very well, tell Dr. Reiley tis to the wedding he should go, if he be so wantin. As to any affairs afterward, that is up to the Lady’s family… and knowing…” he quickly changed tack. “And hell if I know where or when any such activities will be. And if the good doctor be not well enough to attend, then be telling him to get himself and his gear in place on board.”

prayer

starvation

KP