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Capt. Sterling

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  1. Have a lovely time of it, Aurore...and not to worry, I'll be happy to look after Captain Sterling for you! Cheeky you little devil, you!
  2. Thank you I shall keep all this in mind...
  3. Empress, Passed yer link on to Skittles. Needless to say she has died and gone to Heaven with it... and says thank you, thank you, thank you....
  4. Sterling stared at the body at Childermass's feet until the other man turned and spoke. "Mayhaps ye should be followin' me back to the Bookseller's..." "Damnation!" Sterling muttered, then thought it best to hold his tongue. Did everyone in Port Royal think him a helpless child or worse a complete fool? He sheathed his weapon then rubbed his eyes with his good hand. "Are ye all right?" Childermass called back at him. Sterling shook his head as he fell into step several paces behind his rescuer. "No," he answered. "What tis it then?" Childermass asked, not even bothering to look behind him. "I do not know," Sterling said. For a second Childermass thought perhaps he should turn back and see what could possibly be amiss. The man's wounds were certainly healing well enough and yet were still in a very dangerous state... had he not himself, prescribed rest? It was clearly evident he had been ignored by both when he had given instruction. So, instead he chose to wait and continued walking. He had a hunch... and sure enough... "Tell me about Aurore," he heard Sterling call after him. "Please..." Childermass turned then and looked the captain once over. Throughly soaked to the bone from dripping hat feathers to muddied buckled shoes, Childermass never thought to see again, someone who looked as lost as he surely felt.
  5. Yes but just think of what would happen to the cost of medical insurance!!
  6. Hmmmm, any chance that was one of your suggestions?
  7. Sterling continued to careen his way through the streets and alleys until he realized he was completely lost. He only stopped then and paused to listen for the sounds of the harbour. Such sounds were distinct, a language all its own, only those like him knew, understood and appreciated. It did not take him long to center in on its all too familiar music. He quickly redirected his steps, turned the corner and barreled into another man. He gasped, then staggered, trying to keep himself upright was a struggle but somehow he managed. “My apologies,” he stammered through clenched teeth, his right hand pressed hard against the exit wound Reiley had so carefully craved beneath his arm. “Fool!” The other man uttered under his breath. “I beg yer pardon?” Sterling said, still breathing heavy from the pain. “What is that?” the man asked. “I said I begged yer pardon,” Sterling repeated. “My pardon, Sir? Surely you are mistaken , Sir? Tis you who should be…” “I already apologized,” Sterling interrupted. He rolled his eyes and decided it best to ignore any further debate. “Good day to ye then,” he muttered and made his way past the other man but stopped as he heard the distinct sound of a small sword being drawn from it sheath. “If indeed an apology was extended I did not hear it. I demand, Sir, that you do so again… or are you a coward as well?” It was all it took to set Sterling off. With a groan he shook the sling off his left arm, then turned, his own sword ready to engage.
  8. March watched as Sterling turned and began walking once more. He jogged several steps to catch up. "Leave me be!" Sterling growled, holding his good hand aloft. "No, ye know I cannot do that," March replied. Sterling halted and turned on his heel to face March. "I said leave me be, or so help me, I will do something thou will regret far longer than I shall!" March took a step backward. "John listen to yerself," Andrew said. "I am! Mayhaps thou should do so as well," Sterling interjected. He turned again and stormed off... "DO NOT FOLLOW ME!" he shouted and then turned the corner.
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