Capt. Sterling

Quite!!

bursting

breathless

intense

l'amour

He stood, somewhat uneasily as the once peaceful room was turned chaotic as worker bees bustled rapidly about setting everything back to pristine condition. When all was accomplished and the last to leave, did so with curtsey, arms clutching tired linens, he could finally sigh his relief to be left alone again. He came up behind Aurore as she moved to the table and retrieved a piece of cheese. “Perhaps later,” he said, his hands coming to rest upon her shoulders. “For the book that is,” he added as she leaned back against his chest. She plucked a piece of fruit and passed it back over her shoulder to him. As he enjoyed the item she had chosen, his mind was overflowing with a tumble of thoughts…. Where had he managed to land himself this time? And who was the charming creature, who had the command of so many and yet there was no false airs about her? Clothed in naught but a sheet as those who obviously respected her milled about with eyes lowered, he felt badly about putting her in such an awkward position, and yet at the same time, the urge to bend her over laden table and take her where she stood was as equally strong. As she pressed back against him further, this time with an offering of cheese, he wrapped his arms about her and nuzzled himself against the nape of her neck. He closed his eyes, taking in her scent and realizing that he was the only thing left in this dreamlike realm that was still in need of making right. He pulled away from her and turned to shed his breeches once more as she continued to pick at the items before her. When he moved back, she turned to face him, once more with fruit for him. He opened his mouth for her, his hands busy pushing the sheet from her body… “Join me?”

laughter

satire

Yes, that would be grand Johnny Tar, especially since I have been in arrears about replying to your last pm... my apologies! And Darlin Lill, rum soaked if ye please...some for Sept2, and then Nov 4 and then RF2... yes I know I have to go outside to smoke for that... do let me know if there be any decent pipes as well, just broke the bowl of my latest one... again...

Sterling, jerks thumb over shoulder..."He's hiding over there!"

joust

four horsemen

He sat quietly listening to her proposal, his imagination whirling with her words. It would have been enough just for her breath that tickled his ear as she spoke. Already his hands were about her slender waist, fingers not to be still in one place. As she leaned back slowly and smiled at him, one hand slipped up to entangle in her hair and pull her throat to his lips. He broke from her quickly. The banging of metal on the banister and the thump of feet and grunts of men baring tub and water, caused him to bend and fetch the discarded sheet. He covered her, then fetched his breeches. He threw himself into the black velvet but not without another kiss.

bottom...

common

He watched her as she peeked cautiously around the door's edge, sheet gathered up before her, covering her form and hanging all too provocatively abaft. In just a few hours his entire life had taken a completely different tack... something he had never expected nor even sought after. He had taken her twice now, the first a flurry of needs and overwhelming passion, the second, both free to explore and learn as well as giving to the act of pleasure. He was satisfied and yet not …In a word, he was thunderstruck and he wanted more… He sat up as she spoke regarding his upcoming bath. Something he certainly needed and yet he felt himself at a bit of a loss, he was not ready to wash the feel of her skin from his. He moved his legs over the edge of the mattress as she closed the door again and turned back toward him. “And what would you have me do Lady?” he asked, dropping his style of speech to something less patronizing and hoping her reply would be as tantalizing as his current thoughts.

Strength

WWI

It's the Pig and Whistle Tavern... I know it all too well. I found Saturday that the ENTIRE crowd entered the Faire in a clockwise fashion, while my son and I went counter-clockwise. Thus, that end of the Faire (including the Pig & Whistle) was utterly empty for about the first hour. It was a bit early to start drinking, however. Hmmm you don't know my crew...its called breakfast... I plan on being largely around that area myself, but will assuredly catch the Japanese drummers featured that day. It would help to know when the various crew are planning to arrive. I can find that out for you without a problem...I believe they plan to be there as early as possible.. I plan to be wearing my hook, thus I should not be too hard to find. Good to know and I'm sure Cheeks will print out yer portrait... "Thin Spanish Cigars" noted. You should have something else in your mailbox before long... Ah ye are too kind good sir, eagerly I await said something!

She was so close, he could have leaned forward and gently touched the tip of his nose to hers. He almost did, but thoughts regarding her finding him childish, prohibited him. But her words, there was no mistaking her intent... all too rapidly the urge inside him stirred. "Aye? Will it then?" he whispered and pulled her to him.

Cap'n Pete~ Lilly (Cheeky Actress) in her all too cryptic way said if you find the Pig something tavern that is nearest to the cigar/cigarello shop, they will be in either place most of the day... as well as a visit to the ship... eyes rolling... she's busy at the moment with visiting relatives but if, perhaps you were to post a meeting place and time that would be suitable to you, they'll find you... Honestly, don't give Lilly the map, and I honestly don't know if the rest of the crew can even read... but as long as there is food and smokes close together you'll be able to find them... Remind them to pick up some thin Spanish cigars for the Captain or there will be hell to pay...

His sleeping habits were eccentric to begin with, often sleeping days at a time then switching to barely more than twenty minutes at a turn. He had been known to sleep through two men fighting within five feet of his head, to rising swiftly when a strange creaking in the rigging made his ear. Aurore’s abrupt movement only served to bring Sterling fully awake instantly, his hand habitually reaching for the hilt of his sword, which proved to be no where in close proximity. He looked frantically about him and spied her beside him in the bed. His heart thumbing madly, it did not take him long to recall how she had gotten there. If he had, had the time he most likely would have blushed. Instead he could see the apprehension in her eyes. He thought to reach for her but suddenly felt awkward and did not wish to cause her further alarm, so he eased himself toward her in case she wished to find comfort from him. “What is it?” he asked. “Is all well Lady?”

Joshua Merriweather stuck his tongue out at the broad wooden planking of the door that had just separated him from his older brother. Eight year olds! Too young for many a captain's midshipman, but still taken into keeping on board the Archangel. He sighed, his entire body moving with the effort of exhaling. He turned and looked toward where he and Merriweather the elder were currently berthed with Mr. Hazzards and .... he shuddered... Michael. With a disgusted frown, plastered to his young face, he thought to go explore elsewhere. But folks seemed honestly upset that the captain had gone missing, and Mr. Hazzards wasn't beyond turning either boy over his knee for a good spanking. So, he shoved both hands into miniature navy blue frockcoat's pockets and took his first step. Both he and his older brother Sean, had been taken into the Archangel's crew when Sterling had returned from captivity in Africa. Their father, taken several years prior to Sterling's capture, had done his best to try and keep the young captain alive... his stubbornness proving a costly inconvenience. Merriweather senior, mortally wounded in a building accident, consented to Sterling's promise to help the man's family as best he could if ever he made his escape. And when Sterling was ransomed some months later, he had been good to his word. A letter and Mr. March had been sent round to Mistress Merriweather with the sad tidings of the loss of her husband. In a week's time the brothers had been taken out, provided with kit from the captain's own purse and installed into the Archangel's daily routine. It would be several months before they actually saw their new captain and patron... his captivity had taken its toll, it would take time before he was ready to put back to sea. Mr. Merriweather the younger, now stooped to pick up a stick. After several lunges and reposts, he slowly continued on his way. If there had been a picket fence, he surely would have taken the time to run his stick along it making the customary clatter as it struck each post. Fortunately there was not and Port Royal was only slightly less noisy because of the lack of one. As he reached the Nag’s Head, which thank God was only a fifteen minute stroll away, the boy looked up toward the far corner window. He could already imagine Michael peering through the window pane, staring down at him. Another deep breath. Another adjustment of the fine navy blue frockcoat and an extra minute or so of inspection of gray silk waistcoat, and the boy finally made his way inside and up the stairs. He hesitated on the landing but not too long…perhaps it really wasn’t another fifteen minutes after all, before he made his way to the door to his room. He braced himself, his hand slowly settling on the latch. He closed his eyes as a growl came from within. “Oi Michael, you ugly beast, tis I,” Joshua announced as he pushed open the door. In the next instant the lad lay on his back, half in the room, half out, as Sterling’s Irish Wolfhound easily knocked him flat in his happiness to see the boy and began licking his face.

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With not much more than a stern look of reprimand, Andrew March give his head a nod toward the door. The younger, with a deep breath of determination made his way to the door... ever so slowly. "Stop draggin yer heels Josh," Mr. Merriweather the elder whispered loud enough for the others to hear as he grabbed his little brother tightly by the arm and ushered him along. "I've a treat in my pocket, you can give it to Michael...." Josh, trying to shake off his brother's grip, looked at him in disbelief. "A treat? Give to him? The great monster will be all over me. Are you daft? Michael's even taller than the captain.... and the gunner's mate! And there ain't no one taller than him!" It was the elder's turn to roll his eyes. "You exggerate as always!" "I do not!" Joshua snapped, finally twisting himself free of the other's hold. "When was the last time you were out with Michael?" "I have no trouble with him!" the elder said, his tone superior as they reached the exit. "So say you, Sean," the younger snorted. He adjusted his coat as his brother opened the door. "Be off with you then and don't tarry along the way!" Sean said this time making the point that all should hear. Mr. Hazzard had to turn to hide the smile on his face. Once again the younger rolled his eyes, "With Michael, I've only see the Captain able to tarry, and mind you, he can't manage that often either!!!" The elder, with smirk fastened upon his young features, pushed his brother outward and slammed the door shut in his face.