Cheeky Actress

As Mister Hutchinson departed from the exchange, he now presented a sizable amount to Lilly. It now became evident to her that the situation itself had become an awkward one. Taking money in good faith was one thing, but this man, and he was truly a man in all sense of the word, could now hold this one kind act over her. What was she to do? Money in trade for services? She thought to herself, knowing all too well what that implied. But that was her ill-self thinking poorly of such a spirited Christian. Why think bad of him? He was kind enough to help her and she should be grateful of it. “Mister Hutchinson. You have been ever so kind in your charity. I am at the very mercy of you.” Mister Hutchinson cleared his throat and smiled, again bowing in kind. “It is a great honor to do such a kindly act.” He mused. “Come, we should be off to the docks to seek out a ship which will depart for England. It was then Mister Hutchinson froze. “Mistress, I think it best to wait until tomorrow. The docks are so busy this time of day and I am sure that you would manage a better dealing with the Captain’s if you were to arrive early to discuss such business.” Lilly’s eyes explored his face. Once again, she saw his gentle nature showing through. “Yes, of course, you know what ‘tis best.” “I have a carriage just down the way. Is there any place you need to go?” She nodded and pointed down the road. “I am staying at The Three Crown Inn. I have lodgings until the end of the week.” “Good.” He said offering his arm again. “Does anyone know you are there?” She turned and looked at him puzzled. “No. No one who cares for my well being.” She said quickening her pace. “So, there is someone who knows you are here?” He uttered in a low whisper. “Sir, the person does not care a lick about me. If he’s so incline about the betterment of my position, I would not be standing here before you at your mercy.” “Indeed.” Mister Hutchinson said with a slight nod.

Lewis Hutchison was a man with certain priorities. Before him stood the very thing that enticed him by his low nature and yet, made him struggle with his better half. He also knew that if he did not help this poor wretched woman she would fall into the very pit of despair she dreaded. Though, Port Royal was not London, it did have its’ element of unsavory characters. Cut purses, whores, degenerates and beggars filled the streets near the lower end of town. If he did not help her she would find herself a whore or a thief soon enough. How long would it be before she would get caught up, burned in the hand, and sentenced to be transported off as an indentured servant? Not a life for anyone who has tasted the finer things in life. He watched her wipe her tears and took his arm as he presented to her. As they walked his mind, once again, began to play out a tail. If he were to befriend her and help her in her situation, it would all be far too easy for him to claim her as another candidate for his sport. A pale expression soon came over his face. “What ever is wrong, Mister Hutchinson? Lilly asked looking at him. “’Tis nothing, Mistress McKinney. I shall see to it that you shall have your money for your journey.” With bright expression, Lilly paced slowed and she smiled lightly. “You Sir are a good Christian indeed! I am very fortunate that God has blessed me your company.” “Indeed.” Said Mister Hutchinson as they continued down the street.

In a quickened pace, Lilly made her way once again through the crowded streets. “Mistress McKinney,” shouted Mister Hutchison who quickly followed suit and finally caught up with her within the crowd. Lilly was completely oppressed with what had occurred in the solicitor’s office and could not speak to him a word, good or bad, for quite some time; but at last she burst out into tears. “Lord! Mister Hutchinson, what must I do?” “Do?!” he said remembering the advice of the solicitor. “Send for a minister and talk with him; for, indeed, Mistress McKinney, unless you have very good friends, you are no woman for this world.” This was plain dealing indeed, but it was very harsh to hear, at least Lilly thought it so. Mister Hutchison left her in the greatest confusion imaginable. The very idea of her going into a church and pegging pardon of her sins pressed upon her heart. She never brought herself to any sense of her being a miserable sinner, as indeed she was, and confessing her sins to God, and begging pardon for the sake of Jesus Christ seemed so foreign to her. ‘Lord, what will become of me? Lord! What shall I do? Lord, have mercy upon me!’ Lilly again cried out. It as then Mister Hutchison extended his arm; he was such a good gentleman. He was so moved by Lilly actions and state of affairs that he was convinced that it was by God’s very hand that he had found her and resolved not to leave her till her knew that she was solvent and well provided for.

Lewis Hutchison was a kind man and a resourceful one at that. He suggested a solicitor who would be fair and reasonable with the situation at hand. Less than one block away laid a small office where Lewis Hutchinson as kind to escort me. “You are too kind, Sir.” Lilly said as Mister Hutchison opened the door to the office for her. There sitting behind a large desk was a man dressed in Dutch silk and perusing over several scrolls and documents. After the formal introductions were made, Lilly took a seat next to the solicitor’s side and commenced with her request. “It lays very heavy upon my mind that my son, a fine lovely boy, has no provision made for him, at least that I know of.” Lilly handed the solicitor the letter. “My Lady?” Asked the solicitor with and inquiring tone as he reviewed the letter which Lilly had given him. “You say that you have a son that needs to be provided for. Are you aware that the man whom you claim to be the father of your child has instructed that both you and the child would be cared for in kind? Why do you seek me out?” I seek your advice, sir for I am without means as of the moment. Is it not possible that some of the funds be forward to me?” The solicitor looked cautiously at Mister Hutchinson. “This would take time, Lady.” Lilly began to cast with herself on how she would live, and in what manner to bestow herself, for the residue of her life. “Sir, I have come to you hoping that you would bestow some word of hope. I am in a strange place without friends or kith. I have less than 100 pounds to my name. I ask you just advance me enough for passage back to England.” The two men looked at each other briefly. “I am no banker, Lady. If you are looking for charity, I say seek out the church.” Lilly’s eyes once again darted up to Mister Hutchinson. “I think we are done here, sir.” With that, she quickly took her letter from the solicitor’s hand and departed from the room with haste.

With letter in hand, Lilly continued up the hill to see if she could not obtain a solicitor. She opened the crumpled letter again looking at the date and the signature attached. The crowded streets made for a slow journey. Lilly almost stumbled if it were not for the kind actions of a well-dress man. “Are you all right?” The sweet tone of a Scottish accent made her turn quickly towards the voice. Her smiled soon faded when she realized that it was not the sea captain to whom she befriend only a day earlier. The man stood there watching Lilly’s reaction. “I am sorry. How rude of me.” He said bowing low. “My name is Lewis Hutchison. I am a landlord here in Port Royal. May I be some assistance to you, Lady?” Lilly’s eyes met with his. “Such a kind face.” She thought to herself. “It would be poor behavior not to show the same in kind.” With a pause, she smiled back. “I am Mistress Lilly McKinney.”

^ (Rolling on the floor and pointing at Captain Sterling) < New copier machine is here! I wonder how long it will take for someone to break this one too?! V If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?

Bits

Let's see. Fish (Cod) sandwich hard roll with a slice of white cheddar. French Fries (Chips) - thin sliced with lots of malt vinegar and salt. Drinking Guinness Stout and watching Celtic Woman concert on PBS. Now, all I be needing is a good drunken bar fight and it would be St. Paddy’s Day!

^ Oh, that would be Coleman's Authentic Irish Pub located on Tipperary Hill in Syracuse, New York. Great place. If you get drunk enough, they make you crawl through the little leprechaun door located next to the main entrance! Yes, I’ve done it …more than once! < Fish 'n chips tonight! V Favorite Relative?

Happy Birthday Flintlock! Drink and be merry!

^ Yes! Being an Actress...you have to be! < Ready for some GREEN beer! V How much IRISH are you? (I'm one quarter)

^ Ed Debevic's - A themed restaurant down in Chicago. Waitress there was fast, but she insulted everyone! Part of the strange fun of eating while people dance on counters! < FRIDAY!!! V Do you have a hard time prioritizing which events you want to go to?

Let's see....HUGE, Dark and charming... Did I get that right, Rats? (Not to say that you don't have your good traits, my Boy!)

Rats, Have I ever had the pleasure of meeting such a thing ...I mean a man, such as he?

Lilly smiles.... "Do tell, Rats. Pray, is he a cousin of yours? "

Even at this early hour, Mistress McKinney found herself going about her business. Her mind still stewing about the how she was so rudely brushed off the Archangel the night before. Had it not been for the Scottish Captain, she would have resulted in fits of female passion and made sure that no one was left standing without a good verbal lashing. She was tired of the looks Captain Sterling’s crew continued to give her. She mustered a deep sigh. She was determined to find out where her John had gone off to. With purse and letter in hand she was off to find said, 'Brother -in-Law' and request a hand in discovering his whereabouts.

^ Poached, over mash. < Looking forward to this Irish Weekend! V Any plans to paint the town green? :)

(Patting Mary on the head) ...Now, now Dearie. Do not fret. I am sure that they are doing the best they can. And no Mary, I haven't heard a thing either!

Mold

Lucid

Welcome, wee one! Congrats to you Mery!

Welcome to Port Royal, Iron Bess! It is a pleasure, indeed!

Perhaps Wess Bess is more a smacker than a bumper?

"Thank you kindly." Said Mistress McKinney letting the good Captain escort her. "It is such a relief to know that there are a few good men left in this world." She said with a biting tone. With a quick turn she was led by the hand of the good Captain, with the little dog in tow.