Captain Striker

"know what you mean "

"Aye , that it is ... Just go in the back of the room with this nice Mistress " Striker said while pointing in Elvira's direction

"yes indeed we are " he turned around to Jacky and bowed low before him "Good to see ye again !"

Do not get too excited ! We archaelogists always say that the excavation is specific place , in this case the Queen Anne's Revenge , So one can get more funding for the dig . But a fine dig it seems to be from what I have read. But I doubt it to be the Queen Anne's Revenge . But one can always hope.

Striker takes his left hand from behind his back and shows it to Ransom "Guess I did not need this any way" he says with a devilish smirk underneath his mask , while holding a stake in his hand.

"Aye Mistress , lead the way " He says while making a gesture with his right hand towards the back

Striker walks in the room dressed in a red coloured frockcoat and wearing a horned Venetian mask formed as a devil's head . He looks around but sees no guests except for the hostess . "good evening Ladies . seems I am bit early " he looks around and says "can I help ye with something ?"

He wanted to kiss her for a while . Her green eyes glowed pulling him towards her . He moved his head closer towards her . Their lips met , sending his heart into a thumping frenzy. He held her close in his arms as he gently layed her down on the adorned bed's linen. He could not hold himself from looking in to her jade coloured eyes that kept pulling him towards her. He wished that time could stand still , everything seemed to pass by in comparison to her. His back seemed to turn numb and he was without care except for her.

Striker sat down on the edge of his bed as he was trying to remove his maroon coloured coat . It seemed as a impossible thing to do. Every time he tried to lean back to crab one of the sleeves he felt a sharp reminder in his back that told him to get help , that he was not feeling well enough to do it . He was embarrassed about the situation he had put himself into . He looked at Jane with sadness showing in his skyblue eyes . "Even this I cannot do by myself !"

Name: Johannes Lauritzsen Appearence: He is 35 years old and 5,6' tall muscular build and has long dark hair with streaks of grey in it. Backround: Lauritzsen was hired as a midshipmen by the elder Striker on the merchant Havheksen . As the Ship was boarded by the Spaniards the 1st lieutenant was killed he was promoted . He is loyal towards Captain Striker and admires him for his iron will , what he sets his mind on he pulls it through. Will go to hell and back for Striker and the crew.

Lauritzsen had opened the door to the carriage and had taken his hand out to help Striker to get out. Striker gave him his hand while being supported by the guiding hands of Jane. Striker looked at the black column of smog rising over the town . The wind seemed to be spreading the fire towards Fort Morgan from what Striker could see . He explained the situation to Lauritzsen and told him to keep an eye on the black smoke , if it came to close they would have to moor away from the docks and into the bay. As Jane and Striker went up the plank , closely followed by Lauritzsen , they could see the men aboard the ship gathering along the railing to look at the smoke as it hovered up to the heaven above. Striker continued to walk towards his cabin without looking back.

The ride back to Striker's ship in the carriage seemed to take forever . Every bump on the street seemed to settle in his back , turning the bumps into pain that traveled through his body and ending out into small groans . "That was some wedding , was it not ?" He asked Jane

There we go again talking about cheese ... Guess we should talk about hats now

As the charade of a wedding ceremony halted to an end Striker and Jane found themselves on the steps of the church with the newlyweds and the rest of the guests . The dark smog was creeping steadily towards them . The Shipp was on fire , It seems that the Inn was cursed in more then one way and only the Devil knew what the next day would bring for it . "Fire and brimstones " Striker thought to himself. His back was aching even more after he had been sitting in the pew.He would not be able to help with putting out the fire , well not if he wanted to continue living. He knew that Jane could not help him get down the stairs and into the carriage all by herself. He looked around and saw a boy standing not far from them . "Lad , could you please help me down the stairs before you run off ?" Striker asked the boy The boy looked at him and then answered "Aye , Sir. No worries ."He said before he helped the wounded Captain down the stairs and followed to a carriage and opened the door. Jane steped inside the carriage ready to take Striker's hand while the boy helped him get in from the outside. After the door was closed Striker took out a guinea from his purse and said to the boy . "Thank ye for yer help , Mr. ?" "Davis" The boy answered "Well Mr. Davis this here is for ye " Striker said while giving the boy the guinea through the window. As the carriage started to drive off the boy kept looking at the shiny coin in hand.

Striker's back was aching and it was hard for him to concentrate on the wedding ceremony which was begining. He saw from the corners of his eyes that Jane was restless and just begging for it all to be over. He could not stop the smirk that settled on his face . He looked at her and said with a comforting tone "It shalt be over before ye know !" .

Thanks to all of ye

Yuck ... weird food topic Well I am back at the Port . Sorry that I have not joined all of you yesterday , but the hang over was too strong

Striker knew he was being stubborn and foolish with the visit of death the day before. Death and him had played cards , and Striker was declaired the winner. He some how felt it only could have happened through his Wild Card , Jane . It was through her actions and healing that had made him regain consciousness . As a thank you , he had given Jane a red dress made out of fine silk and a pearl necklace. It was no doubt presents from the former captain of La Maligna to his wife or loved one . And as all the other expensive artifacts Striker had kept it for later selling. Jane and him had arrived to the church by carriage , he could not have made the walk nor the ride by horse , he thought to himself . The thought alone made him smile . Nathanial Striker could not ride . Funny , he had never thought it would happen. A wrong move made his body twitch and he clutched Jane's hand hard.

I just want to say that I will not be able to post until Sunday , because of Natal day celbrations Now Sterling and Aurore do not get married until I am back

As striker was looking into the emerald eyes of Jane when everything started to turn around him. His smile faded from his face as he lost conscience .

Striker recognized the man as the one taking the money from St.Claire , not to mention bringing Killingsworth to her .

"I wanted to kill Killingsworth . Eye for a Eye as the book of the good Lord says. He took my cousins virtue by force and then ended her short life . I curse him and his blood to the fiery pits of hell ! I stood and waited for moment where I could take his life. But the chance did not come because of the poisoning of his foul body ! So I had to watch him die from the shaddows where I was hiding" one could see the fire of hatred burning in Striker's eyes.

"It hurts me to have been the one to brought you the ill news " Striker said with his eyes looking down into the table " If ye need to find St.Claire she is at the Shipp Inn as Ioan said"

"Acording to St.Claire he is your son . That is why I am letting ye know about it! And St.Claire is no laughing matter she killed Killingsworth by poison without remorse. All that she wants is ye and she will try to kill everybody close to ye , as she has vowed to do with Mistress McKinney !"

"Aye , thank you Mademoiselle , maybe I will do it after this meeting . Killingsworth is dead but there is a new person in town , she killed Killingsworth and is eager to kill Mistress McKinney even though she has specific orders from a Lord Darnly. Her orders were to bring McKinney back to him. As leverage Darnly is using her child , Hector , which he has taken hold of. The person here at the Port , your enemy , is your old betrothed Lady St.Claire " Said Striker looking straight into Sterling's eye to see his reaction.