Capt. Sterling

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"Merci, Chere," Sterling whispered. "I fear my gift now pales in comparison. Tis just that I... I thought mayhaps.. I only wished to give ye something special for tomorrow. I have managed to strike a small accord in order to spoil ye this one time, for, although God knows, I shall try my best to continue to do so, I cannot make any promises." He continued to walk on... now uncertain as to whether to make his next stop or just wander about the streets and docks until the designated time to meet Striker.

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The thing is, unless a captain was observing them the entire time, he wouldn't know, would he?

He was stunned. Aurore's reply was the last Sterling had expected. His first gift to her, something he had hoped to be special to her and commissioned for an even more special occassion, purchased with the only thing he had left to him of true value other than his ship. He had not expected her to place a high priority upon material objects as Lilly had done, but he had never dreamed she would so casually brush aside his gift. Did things come so easy to Le Cour, he wondered. "Yes of course," he mumbled quietly in response to her comment and then remained silent, in thought, until the shop keeper had to tug upon his sleeve to gain his attention. "Where shall ye like the gown delivered tomorrow, sir?" was repeated a number of times before he glanced across at the other man. "The Three Crownes," March interjected, coming across to see to any further questions. Sterling looked at his first officer, a slight nod of his head was given in thanks, before he offered his arm to Aurore and they both left the shop. "Mr. Hazzards, sir," Andrew March said. "Do not let him out of yer sight." "Aye Mr. March," Hazzards replied and quickly left the Mantua Makers as well.

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I tried to do a search on this site and nothing came up... I'll try the PB instead... although I do remember Foxe talking about tarring slops... I think... Thanks Empress....

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Sounds great... I've cut and pasted this over to The Archangel site as well... Question: Arrival/Set-up times? Any chance of setting up tents, fire pits ect. Friday night? And, roughly, how many rounds a piece? Yes, I know, I'm a glutton for punishment...

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Interested in producing period correct Winter/Foul Weather kit for the crewe... can anyone point me in the proper direction, share what they already know or is there a thread already covering this? Thanks, as always, JH Sterling

Aurore had been left, fingering a fine burgundy silk, under the watchful eye of Matthew Hazzards, in one of the Mantua maker’s shops. Sterling had been adamant that she choose something to her liking and then, with a bow, turned and vacated the shop along with Mr. March. She did not have the slightest inkling as to what he was up to and it troubled her that he had not explained himself. And yet she was pleased he was in a fine humour after their coupling earlier and had been quite animated since breakfast, beaming with smiles in her direction and tender kisses and affectionate touches. He had dressed in reds and blacks for his meeting with Captain Striker and to Aurore’s mind he looked well enough and yet his choice of colours concerned her… he stood out like a sore thumb… a prime target. And yet she had kept her opinion to herself, hoping there was some reason behind the madness of his actions. Sterling and March, with time to kill before the 11am meeting, hastily made their way to the silversmith’s shop. There Sterling produced a linen covered item from the depths of one pocket and placed it on the counter as Andrew March warily kept an eye on the other customers entering and exiting the shop. “And how may I help you, sir?” the master silversmith asked as he made his way over to the counter. Sterling carefully unwrapped the linen, exposing his silver riding spurs. Symms has spent his time giving the items a good polish as the captain and his lady ate and readied themselves for the day. They now glistened brilliantly, a testament to their fine craftsmanship. “I wish to sell these, but mind thee,” Sterling began. “I am well aware of their worth. A gift from the Queen and not a shilling less will I take for them.” The spurs were taken up and examined, the silver smith making his way to the window for better inspection. Sterling knew he had his price when the man’s eyebrow arched highly in appreciation. An accord, quickly reached, hands shaken and coin exchanged for the spurs, Sterling and March returned, once again in haste, to the Mantua maker’s shop. But before entering, the captain fished about in said pocket yet again and produced his lesser George. Once in place, the medallion evident against fine linen cravat, he reentered the shop to speak to its keeper. Aurore had chosen the fine burgundy and once more, pulling rank the George afforded, a deal was struck and a new gown was to be made and completed by the following noon. “And ye shall look lovely in it,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear softly with a kiss.

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The black clay pipe was returned to its place of current habitation upon the mantel. Sterling moved back to her. He leaned down to kiss her, she raising slightly upward upon her toes, his hand coming to rest upon the small of her back. As their kiss deepened, lips parting to allow for further exploration, his hand moved teasingly ever lower over her form, his need increasing with each brush of her body against his.

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Nothing, and I'm starving, so I just checked this out to get some ideas.

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