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Capt. Sterling

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  1. Yes Pete, you used your "talking" voice and NOT your "thinking" voice....
  2. Sterling continued to hang back in the hallway a bit as the actress's door was finally unlocked. As Lilly asked her keeper to fetch her and her guest something to drink, Sterling interceded. "Belay that Mr. Jones. Until yer watch is over, stay in yer place ye will and Mr. Symms will do all the fetch and carrying that be needed. Do I make myself understood?" Sterling asked, although this last question he put forth looking not to the gunner but to the actress. He then took his hat and bowed. "Ladies," he said quietly. "I shall take my leave, but Mr. Jones shall not, under any circumstances. I shall inform Mr. Symms that ye have need of him." He looked to the gunner. "No matter what she tells ye, do NOT leave yer post. I know I can trust ye Mr. Jones. Do not, I tell ye, do not trust Mistress McKinney. I hope to be back in an hour or two. Keep the door open a crack Mr. Jones," Sterling added, once more fixing his gaze upon the actress, hoping to make himself all too clear.
  3. Awake, his head already pounding, Sterling tried to fall back to sleep, but Symms' constant fussing and the noise from down the hall only added more agravation to an already loathsome condition. Sterling sat up and tossed back the covers, cringing at his efforts and cursing himself for not being more thoughtful in regard to his discomfort. "What tis it sir?" Symms asked hurrying to be of assistance. "I am going out, " Sterling replied wanting some fresh air and a chance to think now that sleep was just a wishful ideal. He bowed over as he stood, heels of his palms pressed to his eyes. "Give me my clothes and a drink." "But..." Symms quickly bit his tongue as one good green eye fixed on him, a warning flashing silently, to tread carefully at the moment. "Aye sir. Do be careful though." When he had finished dressing, revolver in pocket and glass of port downed to dull the pain, Sterling made his way, gingerly, out into the hall. He cast a glance toward Lilly's new abode and saw Jones and a young person in conversation. "Oi, Mr. Jones, tis all well?" Sterling asked, slowly making his way down the hall. Jones straightened a bit, relaxing with cocked pistol. "This person," he explained, eyeing the young woman in man's garb, "wishes to see Mistress McKinney." "Does .... she... now?" Sterling asked, also looking over the person as he came closer. "And what would ye like with Mistress McKinney then?"
  4. Great a good excuse to leave the kids HOME!
  5. Ahhh~~~ A Sailor dat hold affection for family. A rare an precious jewel of da sea. (nodding) Hold fast to it. It make a safer passage dan any ship. Uncovering and bowing low... Thank ye Lady. I will hold yer words close to my heart as I hope I always do regarding the precious young ones in my charge.
  6. Congrats Mad Jack! As for personally, I have an f**king migraine
  7. And don't you start having designs on MY purse, Captain! Cheryl, it will be good to see you again. **grumble, grumble grumble*** Empresses!! **sigh**
  8. And Cheeks wonders why I want one!?!?! Females!
  9. She was well into her fifth month of her second pregnancy. She sat in the garden with their first child, other relations beaming about both mother and child. He watched her through the window of a small house he had been able to purchase just outside of Lewes. He had taken her there, finally uprooting her from her hiding in Jamaica, and after she had consented to marry him. She, indeed, seemed happy with her choice. He could not even begin to put his happiness into words. He had watched enough and exited the house to join her. As always her smile brightened when he came to be by her side. Gathering up the small fair haired toddler, Godfather carried giggling child inside for lunch as mother rose to greet her husband. Sterling thought he would burst with pride as he leaned down to kiss her then gently took her up in his arms, she protesting and giggling as uncontrollably as the young one. He turned and began carrying her into lunch as well, finally rewarded for his efforts with a kiss. “I love you,” he whispered as they crossed the threshold of their home. He waited for her to reply in kind and when she didn’t he looked down at a face suddenly filled with pain. “Put me down,” she whispered through clenched teeth. “Something is wrong!” He did as she asked, fear seizing him like the cold on winter’s morn when one climbs from bed to tend a dying fire. “What is it?” he asked but she could only grasp at her belly. She screamed as she fell to her knees. Sterling sat up from his disturbed sleep and instantly regretted it. The pain that slammed through his head made him gasp as he realized it was Symms at his side trying to lower him back down in the bed. “Ye be dreamin sir. Tis nothing…” the old man whispered. He placed a wet rag upon the captain’s brow. “Lay easy sir, too much celebrating with Mr. March last night. Don’t know why I be ever leaving ye two alone with the drink.” “A dream?” Sterling groaned. “Aye sir. How’s yer head?” the old man asked. Sterling could only groan again in response. “Thought as much. Yer a terror to yerself when yer on land sir,” the steward added with a disapproving frown. “But at least yer awake. Tis a question Mr. Jones has fer ye sir. The actress wishes a book to read. Been ripping her lodgings apart out of boredom she be. Been makin a ruckus for over three hours now. Tis a miracle even ye could sleep through it. A right witch she be, ifin ye ask me.” Sterling raised the corner of the rag covering his good eye. “No one has, ye old goat. And ye best not be using such a ‘title’ regarding even Lilly. God only knows what sort of authorities there be in this port. I do not want her being hauled off for witchcraft and ye best remind her that a scold’s bridle may be tucked in the watch man’s pocket if she continues to make a fuss! Bloody hell, there be a copy of The Seamans Secrets in my trunk… tell her to read that! For, by all tis…” he bit his tongue and winced as his voice rose to loudly. “If I must get off my back and tend to her noise, she’ll be sorry indeed!”
  10. Oi I saw it first!!!! I'm getting one for Christmas....I hope...
  11. Sterling rolls his eyes... "as if I had coin in my pocket!"
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