Capt. Sterling

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rapture

fulfillment

mmmmmmm

brilliant

prohibition

mop

blood in the streets

Law and Order: SVU

Refreshing

Sterling’s first instinct was to apologize for frightening her. He had felt her jump considerably when he had laid his hand upon her shoulder as she knelt crying by her trunk. But when Lilly had then scrambled to conceal what she had been holding in a fine, lace handkerchief, the thought left his mind. Instead he reached over her shoulder to take from her what she had tried so hard to secrete. With handkerchief in hand, Sterling stood and quickly moved away from the actress as he unwrapped what was inside. For a second he was disappointed…. Naught but a lock of blond hair. His own. But his thoughts would not allow him to believe that she cared that much for him, for although it bore the same colouring as his own, it was far too fine. Another lover’s he pondered next and felt himself fill with the heat of jealousy. He turned and glared down at her and then realized his foolishness. He knew all too well that there were many other men in Lilly’s life. Most of whom he was acquainted with so he could rule out the tender blond curl in his holding. “Please!” Lilly whispered between her tears. “Give it back to me!” And then he realized. “Tis his?” Sterling cleared his throat. Why was it always so hard to speak to this woman? “Tis his … our son’s?” “Yes, yes,” Lilly said, hastening over to the captain to reclaim her small treasure. For a moment, he was tempted to pull the token from her reach, but with a deep breath he took one last glance at it then wrapped it carefully in the linen and relinquished it to her. Lilly snatched it from him and then moved away to the far side of the room. “I would thank you not to touch my possessions,” she said. “He is my son also, Mistress,” Sterling said. “Can you not see that? Do you think me as hard and uncaring as other fathers?” For a moment he believed he would be very different from his own heartless father. “Lilly,” he said, moving to her side. “Please tell me where he is! For God’s sake, what if something, God forbid, should happen to you? Who would care for him then?” He struggled to keep his hold of Lilly’s shoulders gentle, despite the strong urge inside him to take her and shake some sense into her. “For pity’s sake Lilly, at least tell me his name!”

Holy

"Oh my word," Sterling thought angrily to himself. "Surely not again?" Thank God he had caught himself before he made himself a fool in the topic of marriage yet again. He sighed softly to himself. "Enough said," he remarked loud enough for her to hear. He opened up the book he was reading once more but he found himself swallowing hard as he tried not to stare at the actress as she made herself as comfortably as she could in her bath. He had lost count as to how many times he had re read the same paragraph before he slammed the book shut and tossed it on the table. He missed and the leather bound volume fell to the floor with a thud. Lilly looked up toward him. "What is it Johnny?" she asked. "Are you ready now to scold me for Symms' little exploit last evening?" "Should I?" Sterling asked. "I know Symms can be just as brutal as ye, at times." She watched him as he buried his face in his hands for a moment than ran his fingers through his hair. She had never seen him look so lost. This was a mistake, he told himself as she continued to splash about in the soapy water. "Mayhaps I should scold myself," he muttered loud enough for her to hear. "After all twas I who said for him to keep ye from me." "And why was that?" Lilly asked as she poured water through her hair to rinse it. He forced himself to look away as she gathered her long red hair and twisted it to ring the excess water from it. "I fear I was not in my right mind last night." He felt his features tighten into a frown... he hated blaming things on his current illness. Surely it was a poor excuse at best. He stood then and looked down at her as she played with the soap, her own little ship in a vast ocean surrounded by wood. She smiled up at him, slyly as she caught him staring down ... no longer looking at the soap. He turned then and climbed back into his bed and drew the curtains closed. "Is my verbal lashing finished then?" she asked. She could just picture him jerking the pillow up over his head.

wine, women and satyrs...

best party ever

pirate party

Yeah they made a cock up of that one... as for dark... Doesn't Disney own Mirimax pictures and Marilyn Mason's label?

"Now see here!" he called after her. Had he not just explained that she was to stay put unless he allowed her to circulate? He thought back quickly at what he had said. Yes, her being safe right under his nose, would be one less thing to vex him currently. But truely? Yes he had every intentions of keeping her with him, a prisoner if need be, until at least he found out the where abouts of the child...his son... just as much his child as hers. My word, he could not have her walking about the streets of Port Royal on her own as she attempted last night. Such a hellhole was no place for a woman of Lilly's standing. What if something happened to her? He would never find his son then.. As it was, he wondered what had become of the dress she had stolen from the Empress. "A fool she thinks me," Sterling muttered to himself. "Does this actress not think me wise enough to know Habibi's best garments?" He flung back the bed linens and made his way to the door. Pulling it open sharply he saw her still at the very bottom step. "Damn it woman! Did I not just tell thee to ask my leave?" "You said," she replied, shooting him a look. "Not to leave the tavern! You said to clean myself up! You said to have my things moved here. I am seeing to all this!" "Well hurry with thy self and tell Mistress Mitchem, thee will take thy bath up here! I expect thee back in less than a quarter of the hour. Do I make myself clear to thee now?"

As the door closed, Sterling sighed, and pushed the meal from him, half eaten. “So, Mistress, surely thee are hungry? And since I have had to send Dr. Reiley from us for the moment, mayhaps thee would be wanting his portion ?” Lilly turned towards the Captain. Yes she was hungry and yet she wanted to get the bitter words over between them…"I am sure that my behavior comes to you as a surprise, Captain," she began. It was then the Captain let out another sigh. "After thy most recent confession, no, I highly doubt that thee will ever surprise me again but, I think some hot water and soap is more of a priority where thee be concerned.” The actress stamped her foot hard against the floor! “Oh for goodness sake, John, stop speaking down to me!” she hissed at him. She could see him bristle, his jaw tightening once again. She waited for him to erupt but he only moved back to his bed from the table. “Bloody hell, Mistress, but thee does stink! Ask Mistress Mitchem to fetch and carry for thee," Sterling finally continued. "Also, have her send someone to collect thy things from the Three Crownes and settle with them. Thou will be staying here, with me, now," he paused for a moment, his fingers resting on the lip of his tea cup he had carried over with him. "And Lilly, if thee tries to leave this inn of thy own accord, without my permission, so help me, by God I shall run thee through by mine own hand and I shall not use the small sword!"

clean slate

Reiley remained a bit longer in Sterling’s room. As casually as possible he collected the medical paraphernalia that Hazzards had asked him to return. The old steward had continued to move about the room tending to worry over the most trivial detail until Reiley noticed his patient begin to fidget from the constant fussing. Hoping to take Sterling’s mind off the older man, Reiley engaged him in some simple small take and then decided it best to give him a look over just to see if the previous night’s treatment was actually having any real effect. He could easily tell Sterling was not fond of the extra attention and would most likely tax himself further, he was already overflowing with frustration at not being up and about. “Perhaps thou should see to the morning meal,” the captain nearly snapped. Symms paused in his polishing of the captain’s spectacles and, for a moment, Reiley seriously considered bleeding Sterling again, to help take off the edge. “Perhaps…”Reiley said but Sterling’s expression, his anger evident as the good green eye seemed to flash as it focused on him, caused him to keep his tongue in check. In the next moment the captain seemed to slump in his bed, looking thoroughly defeated and knowing all too well he just needed to be patient. “My apologies,” the captain sighed. “Join me for breakfast Dr. Reiley? Until Symms has the chance to take my black coat to the silversmith’s, I fear a meal tis all I can offer you for your services.” “Silversmith?” Symms stammered. “Aye. Symms you know well enough the silver narrow wares on that coat can have the backing burned off and the silver melted down and reused… should more than pay for Dr. Reiley’s time and the innkeeper,” Sterling said. “But SIR! Ye were knighted in that very coat!” Symms now protested. “Aye and very little good that or the coat does me now. Go on, down to the kitchen with thee and thee can see about the silversmith’s after,” the captain said. Reiley had tried to disagree as well but once again the Captain’s expression told him he was not a man to be argued with once he had made up his mind. Still, thought the doctor, tis amazing how well he curbs his temper. Without any support from their guest, Symms knew not to continue his line of reasoning. Maybe... after breakfast... and so he hurried his way downstairs as the Captain and Reiley began discussing the Archangel and without so much as a mention of Mr. Hazzards, the offer of a position of surgeon onboard soon turned into a discussion and, then, an agreement was settled upon. As the conversation then drifted to the Captain’s daughter back in London, both men were suddenly distracted by a loud commotion down below. As a woman’s loud cries of ‘Help!’ , ‘And Stop HER!’ and ’Murder!’ rang out below, both Doctor and patient looked to one another before Reiley was out the door and Sterling, pulling on his banyan and grabbing his sword from its scabbard, following close on his heels.

Of course we had to take the cruise in April

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Look forward to meeting those of you who can make it! Cheeky Actress or I will keep you posted on any and all updates regarding the event...