Capt. Sterling

Was there April past and not being one for shopping, I can hardly recommend main street in Nassau... but if you want to make a trip to the Pirate museum it is fun to say the least. Most of the information it passes on to the public is general at most but the scenes they have created to explain the characters and the times are really quite remarkable..even down to some of the buckled shoes. One in particular, a man marooned, is so life like it is amazing... actually took a photo and had it enlarged and the detail is still brilliant to behold. They have a gift shop with a few interesting books, that you can obtain cheaper back home, but anything you were to purchase helps maintain the museum. As to the Atlantis... if you're into gambling, they've got, if you're into ridiculously over priced shops, they have that as well but their aquarium is worth the trip...so if you like fish....I would recommend that as well... Now, being the lass that ye be, the jewelry shops on main street and there are a number of them, claim to have the very best prices in the world regarding gemstones.... so that may tickle your fancy as well...

With letter in keeping, plans were laid before the group. The officer of the watch offered to split his forces, several men to remain in town with Symms. They would make their way about the streets, stopping first at taverns and inns that might make use of young imps to run messages. As to the rest.. "Well since we have looked into almost every bed in town," the gentleman began. "I think it best we move farther from the port and make our way out to the plantations. I would say he could go missing there for days, but thanks to our note, we know someone has him." The gentleman looked briefly over his shoulder at Skittles who was now offering a drink to the old steward. He moved a step away and indicated that he wished the officers to join with him. "The lack of information as to who has been so kind as to take in your captain ...." he paused a moment in contemplation. "There are those on this island that could think to turn a profit by withholding such things of import. I must confess tis concerned I am that there is no rescuer's name within your letter. He is either not well off, and there was such alarm with them that have consented to provide his care, that, in such a state as they may have been, they neglected to include such matters, or," the officer's eyebrows rose slightly in suprised thought. "Or such information was neglected for a reason. Certainly," he added looking from Mr. March to Mr. Hazzards, "certainly if he were well enough and not being retained somewhere against his will, he would have made his way back by now?" "Aye," March agreed. "Tis not like Captain Sterling to just up and disappear. Aside from the fact of his poor health, his present line of thought was fixed upon the Archangel's refit and the obtaining of letters of Marque. He would not go off without informing at least Mr. Symms, not if he were in his right mind." "Well then, perhaps you could gather up a few more members of your crew and we shall move our search out to the sugar fields," the officer of the watch suggested. "Aye, give me an hour to enlist me men and we shall meet ye out at the The Shipp's," March said. The officer consented with a nod of his head, bowed to Andrew March and then Skittles and he and his companions made their way to collect more of their own as well. March made his way to his wife's side and looked down at Symms. "Well Josiah, as soon as the watchmen come to assist you, find that boy." The old man nodded in agreement. March kissed Skittles on the cheek. "Keep yerself to the Captain's rooms, Mistress March. If they were sending one note, perhaps there may be another," the first officer advised. "Ja," Skittles answered. "I wish thee well Master March." Andrew March forced a smile. "We shall find him as quickly as we can." He turned, his hand coming to rest upon the hilt of his sword. "Mr. Merriweather!" Both midshipmen leapt to their feet. "Younger," March added. "See to Michael and fetch him here now." The smaller boy's face fell. "By myself sir?" "Aye Mr. Merriweather. By yerself," March replied. The boy sighed and could not help but roll his eyes as his elder brother stifled a sniggering sound. "Aye Mr. March, but it will be more like Michael fetching me," he commented. "And dragging me the entire way!"

best watch my back then... alluring

Women!

Eyes rolling

Ladies!

Oh too tempting... Woman

hmmm, sounds good to me! Ups and downs...

hows and whys

The Archangel's first officer was normally a patient man, but as March's wife came closer he could not help but snatch the letter from her care. He quickly positioned himself and letter so that both Hazzards and the officer of the watch could read over his shoulder. "Interesting," the officer remarked as he backed away when finished. He turned and looked upon the old steward who was slowly making his way toward the group of others, one hand pressed to his still heaving chest. "Does not say as to where or who has taken Captain Sterling under their protection and care. Who delivered this?" the officer said, pointing at the paper in March's hand. All heads turned, nearly in unison to look at Symms. The old man placed himself next to the first officer and moved his hand from chest to table top to prop himself up. "A lad," Symms replied. He gave his head a nod toward the two midshipmen. "He could no be any older than Mr. Merriweather the elder there. Ifin I had known, his name I would have been askin. " "Do ye think ye could be pointing this boy out to us Josiah?" March asked, his gaze steady on the older man. "Ifin I saw him again, I might. Hard to say though. Many a rascal the likes of him about the streets. Still and all, at least the Captain be safe," Symms said, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Andrew March looked over the letter again, turning it over in his hand. "One can only pray," he said.

manners

Dr. Rateye Reiley

Symms ran, the note gripped tightly in his hand, which, to insure its safety, he had plunged deep into his coat pocket. He made the Nag’s Head Inn as quickly as his old legs could carry him. Them that were able spent the remainder of the day before scouring the docks, homes, businesses and just about every possible whore’s bed in the town, but it was as if Sterling had simply vanished from the busy port. By the time he burst into the gathering room of the inn, his tired lungs were burning with their effort. He doubled over, hands resting upon knees as he tried to catch his breath. He did not go unnoticed. Andrew March, Hazzards, the tired midshipmen who yawned and did not try to hide their sleepiness, as well as the current officer of the watch looked up as the steward made his entrance. Mr. Hazzards was the first to straighten from the map laid out upon a small, rickety table, announcing the name of the old man. “Symms!” Others then straightened, Skittles, until now sitting quietly in a close corner, was the first to reach him and put a comforting hand upon his shoulders. “What tis it Mr. Symms?” her sing-song accent always pleasing to the ear even when all had almost reached their breaking point. Still the old steward could not suck enough oxygen into his lungs. He straightened a bit and handed Mistress March the letter that had been delivered to him by a young boy. “He’s alive!” he managed to put forth as Skittles took the letter to her husband, reading it along her way.

Highwaymen

Spent, the hunger behind Sterling's kisses became affectionate as he continued to move his lips tenderly about her face. When he turned over onto his back, he held out his arm and was content to see her still willing to lay herself within his embrace. "Am I forgiven then?" he whispered as she lay her head against his chest, his tone gently teasing. She did not speak words, still her 'mmm' as she snuggled even closer, her leg moving over his possessively, told him all he needed to know. He could not help but hug her and press one final kiss to her soft hair. He closed his eyes, his fever up again, and passed the back of his free hand over his forehead. "Mayhaps it would be best we rest a bit," he said but she had already drifted off to slumber. It did not take him long to follow.

Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropus

fate

blending of the hearts

He moved over her, hands stirring clothing to bare flesh, the linen covering, once so necessary now forgotten, pooled upon the floor. Her willingness only fueling his want of her, his fingers savoring along soft inner thigh. He felt himself groan with his need. He kissed her again, as he moved himself to take her, complete, his body melting into hers.

true love

Greater than silver or gold

Magi

For the first time that morning, he felt he had done something for which he need not apologize but as they parted he was forced to check himself. It would be all to easy to carry her the short distance to the bed behind him, all too easy to couple with her. He thought better of it, tried to quiet the urges inside him. One would think with his illness, such needs would be nearly forgotten. He closed his eyes, recalling the softness of her mouth, her body pressing close to his of her own accord. Damn him! He moved to her again, took her once more with his mouth then picked her up...

praise

idolize