William Brand Posted March 22, 2006 Posted March 22, 2006 William's concern was further exacerbated by mention of his note, but in the face of the Quartermaster's long explanation he found it impossible to be angry with him. After all, what was done was done and even William had voiced his contempt aloud. "That will do, Mister Lasseter. " he said as he bent down to turn over the fallen adversary. He studied what was left of the man's features a moment in thought, before turning out his pockets. He found a little coin. A very, very little coin. He took it at once and standing again before Chanault, he paid him in kind. "Monsieur." "Mister Gaultier is leaving, Mister Lasseter." William said, nudging the fallen Frenchman. "Please see him to the gangplank."
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 22, 2006 Posted March 22, 2006 ::Dorian Watched his Captain's actions, and the exchange of coin between the two officers... When he was addressed, he stiffened formally...:: Aye-aye Cap'n... ::He gave a nod to Leutenant Chanault as if to say 'continue'... Chanault then bade the marin to remove the corpse, which they did without delay... Mr. Lasseter escorted them to the gangway, thanking them cordually for their 'visit'... As Chanault started across, Dorian posed a question...:: Leftenant... I suppose we shall be seein' ye? Give our reguards t'Cap'n Fournier... ::As the frenchmen walked into the darkness, He turned to some of the crew standing near the rail...:: A'right you lot... clean up this mess afore it dries.... ::He placed his hands behind his back and remembered the note he had been given by the Leftenant.... At a liesurely pace, he walked to the aft passageway and to the Surgery to deliver the parchment...:: Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
William Brand Posted March 22, 2006 Posted March 22, 2006 William watched the funeral procession depart into the gloom of the lamp lit docks as he made his way to the quarterdeck. He was there only a moment before he called Mister Pew aft. "You have the deck, Mister Pew. I shall return presently." "Aye, Cap'n." William made his way forward gathering Nicholas Johnson and Lazarus Gage to him as he went. They went down the fore companionway and then forward into the lastage which served as a cable tier. Here they found the Lady Ilex who was as far from the definition of lady by this time that she could barely be called human at all. Her eyes were sunken in a skin that needed sunlight and air soon. William called for a dipper and water and helped her drink, though much of her efforts were little more than a splutter. He let her settle again after a protracted fit of coughing before he began. "Come morning, we are departing La Margarita to places unknown. Ere we go, you will tell me where your small fortune is secreted. Once my men have recovered it you will be shown to a place of recovery here in port. You may choose your own course from there, for I will have no more hold over you. This arrangement is beneficial to us both and I expect to never see you again. Am I understood?" What was left of her answered with a nod and a croak. "Excellent." William replied, all good nature gone from his tone. Still, he sent for food from the galley at once to resurrect her enough that she might explain where his men should be sent.
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted March 22, 2006 Posted March 22, 2006 The sharp raport from above set siblings en garde and as much as instinct drew her to attend, counter instinct made her remain. Armand had been quick to check charges in the heavy Dragoons and watched the entrance ready to react instantaniously if need be. Momments passed without incident and calm started to settle back into the chamber when soft steps were heard without followed by small rap on heavy wooden door. The Gascon placed himself betwixt Tempest and doorway, one pistol leveled and cocked. ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M.
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 22, 2006 Posted March 22, 2006 ::Dorian had gently knocked on the door and slowly opened it to face a leveled pistol in the hand of Armand... He was taken aback for the second time in less than an hour...:: Woah... all is well... care ta point tha' somewhere else? ::Armand visibly relaxed and lowered the pistol...:: There we go... Tempest... I have a message to deliver... I assume from "Jean"... ::He brought fourth the note and held it out to her, keeping a mischevious grin in check...:: Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted March 22, 2006 Posted March 22, 2006 Armand eased the hammer into none fire and apologised before stepping into the next room. She watched after Armand's departure, not failing to observe the emphasis Dorian place on name mentioned. Motioning him to the desk she repoured from aged bottle and offered a tin cup. Setting the letter down, she looked back to him. "Might I enquire as to what that shot was?" ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M.
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 22, 2006 Posted March 22, 2006 ::He walked to the same spot as before and stood as she poured... taking the offered cup he swirled the contents bringing fourth the fragrance before taking a sip... He had been expecting the question she asked, and once the elixers warmth was felt he gave answer...:: That shot was an end to some of our problems... Fourniers man, Leftenant Chanault.... 'dispatched' Gaultier.... He even went so far as to take the corpse away... possibly to Le Requiem, or to a ditch... Whatever th' case we are rid of the situation... Soon I'll 'ave th' lads brought back aboard an' your patient back under yer wing... ::He offered the cup back to her...:: Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted March 22, 2006 Posted March 22, 2006 Chanault, she thought to herself, an intreguing creature from what little time she had been in his presence. And now the pieces were beginning to fall into place, she had observed the liquid movement and surity in which the man in question carried himself. Jean-Micheale was not sending the young man to her as help in the Surgery as first priority. No, Jaquelyne thought to herself, Jean-Micheale had always been most particular about the company he kept and it was obvious what skills Chanault was proficient in. "Very good, I have been most concerned in regard to the one called Nathan." Accepting the cup back and sample taken, the Surgeon slyed a glance to the sealed paperment and taking it in hand, returned the cup to Dorian's keeping. "Mister Lasseter, if I were an assuming individual, I would think that you have procured a small amount of jealousy in regard to Capitaine Fournier. If I were assuming..." ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M.
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 22, 2006 Posted March 22, 2006 Jealousy? ::The word slipped out of his mouth as it echoed in his head....:: Hmm... no... I have little knowledge of yer past, yet I do know there is a closeness you hold..... and you speak his name easily as one who is used to using it.... I have too much respect for the both of you to be jealous... :: He leaned on the desk as he had in the past... :: And if I were an assumin' person... I would assume he still cares a great deal for you... great enough to send a guardian to protect you from whatever fates may come our way... ::He slowly drew himself up off the desk, finding himself rather encumbered by the two pistols tucked into his belt, along with all the other acutraments of battle that adorned him... He pulled the pistols from his belt and laid them on the cot, adjusted the baldric over his shoulder, then decided to leave it there...:: Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 Jealousy?::The word slipped out of his mouth as it echoed in his head....:: Hmm... mayhaps..... no... I have little knowledge of yer past, yet I do know there is a closeness you hold..... and you speak his name easily as one who is used to using it.... I have too much respect for the both of you to be jealous... :: He leaned on the desk as he had in the past... :: And if I were an assumin' person... I would assume he still cares a great deal for you... great enough to send a guardian to protect you from whatever fates may come our way... ::He slowly drew himself up off the desk, finding himself rather encumbered by the two pistols tucked into his belt, along with all the other acutraments of battle that adorned him... He pulled the pistols from his belt and laid them on the cot, adjusted the baldric over his shoulder, then decided to leave it there...:: Her posture stiffened at his comment as if the words carried a sting and she suddenly wished that Armand had not left the room. Jacquelyn's eyes drifted to the sealed correspondance in hand while her mind stratagized rapidly. When retort came, it was without confident conviction, for the Irishman much like William Brand, seemed to foul her defensive line. "Truly sir...it is best that such wordings are considered assumptions and nothing more." She fingered the edge of paperment in distracted manner, "And the very idea that Capitaine Fournier would send to me a Mate to act as guard dog and nanny is...is...proposterous." The relay of defensive verbose once again failed in fortitude and retreating the field, she found near steel opener to pop the seal of wax. Careful to keep contents shielded, the Surgeon scanned the swoop of elegant script with rapidity, then laid it aside. Standing, the emerald sights looked past Dorian to the door connecting to quarters, knowing that kindred remained within. "Armand!" As was expected, the door in question opened slowly and the Gascon stood within frame with expression of questioning. "Please be so kind as to ensure that all of your remaining possessions are secured. We have been requested aboard Le Requiem and men will be sent to retrieve the last trunk." Armand glanced from sibling to the Quartermaster then back, "Everything has been prepared, all that remains is that one by the wall." "Very well. Would you please bring me the light wool overcoat, it seem there lies a chill in the air this eve." The Gascon nodded, and with one last uncertain glance to Dorian, dissapeared from view. Her center returned to companion, " I shall return within the hour. Please inform Captain Brand of such." ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M.
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 ::Dorian watched as she fumbles for words... He knew there was a chance he had wandered into unknown territory, but he never was one to stay within the boundaries set by others... As she dismissed the idea that Fournier had sent a guardian to watch over her she turned to the sealed parchment. Upon opening and reading Armand had been summoned and a need for the two of them to depart for the French Frigate was given, along with the necessity to inform their Captain of such... Noting the now formal stance of the Surgeon, he turned to formality as well...:: Aye, Ms. Fitzgerald, it shall be done... are you in need o' further assistance? I be sure ta get two o th' crew ta bring up th' chests n' such right quick... ::Armand returned with the light wool overcoat and handed it to Tempest. Dorian helped her into it, not that she needed help, but he did it anyway...:: Right... see you back here soon... Armand... I wish you great joy in your new position... know that I'll miss ye... I have not th' words ta say what I truly mean... Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 Jacquelyn bit back wordings to Dorian's sudden manner of formal pomp and circumstance. Inwardly, she knew the true motivations as innocent reaction to her sudden distancing and tried to leave it where it lie. Fearing the appearance of vulnerability she held her tongue and allowed Dorian's aid with outer adornment, quietly thanking him for his assistance. The fight was out of her and in order to face pending company, Jacquelyn would have to rally energy once again. Armand offered easy smile and stepping forward gave the Quartermaster brotherly embrace briefly then resumed former stance. Merc beaucoupe, mon ami. The feelings are mutual and fear that title and status are very much a two edged blade. But..." The smile widened. "I can also so that the pleasures can oft time outweigh the discomforts." The Gascon glanced to kindred momentarily before continuing. "I thank you for offer of assistance, but it will not be needed. That lone chest will be attended to and there is no need to send any of yours into the night," he paused as if in thought. "Dorian, we shall see each other again, I think... and know that you are always welcome in our home." ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M.
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 ::Mr. Lasseter nodded as the generous words were spoken....:: I thank you for that... Well, let us not tarry... ::Dorian retrieved his pistols from the cot, then held open the door into the passageway for his two companions... He then followed them out into the waist and to the gangway... He watched as they headed towards Le Requiem, then headed to inform William of the status of things....:: Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
William Brand Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 William watched Lady Ilex eat as carefully as a tired child. She was working at a piece of chicken with both hands close to her mouth. She made no eye contact, but he could tell how very aware she was of him peripherally. Time in the dark had made her something she had only thought she was before. An animal. William filled the dipper from the bucket a second time and held it out to her at arms length. It was a very long time before she took it from him. She had just begun to drink when Mister Lasseter entered their quiet circle. "Mister Lasseter." William said as quietly as he could. "What news?"
CaptainCiaran Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 (Ciaran swung down from the mast to stand beside Mister PEW) "Yer rifle, Sir," he said, as he handed the cold-barreled weapon back to the Master-at-Arms. "Tis a bit o'a shame I didn't get to use it, but under the circumstances I have no regrets. What a bastard that little man, er... Gaultier....was!" (At this moment, the Lookout and Mr. PEW, made room as Armand et Doctor Fitzgerald walked smartly past. It was obvious that Armand was now leaving ship, as he carried a small chest; every mate on board had heard the rumour that he would not be sailing out with us. Ciaran had n'er had much interaction with the man, although he had always found Armand's presence aboard the Watch Dog to bring back the happy memories of schooling in France that Ciaran held deep inside. As the couple passed, Ciaran simply nodded and whispered, "Au revoir, monsieur".) I wonder if one of the most important steps on our journey is the one in which we throw away the map. -- Loreena McKennitt My fathers knew of wind and tide, and my blood is maritime. -- Stan Rogers I don't pretend to be captain weird. I just do what I do. -- Johnny Depp
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 "Mister Lasseter." William said as quietly as he could. "What news?" Well, most e'erythin's about ready aboard... I need ta send th' signal ta have 'r lads return from hidin'.. And Msr. D'esnumbuc and th' Surgeon have departed to Le Requiem, and will return in one hour's time... I assume this is ta finalize arrangements of Armand's passage... ::He watched the bedraggled form of the once proud woman as she ate... The QuarterMaster found the pair before him an interesting sight.... Preditor and Prey... The preditor now reduced to prisioner and the prey turned captor..... Quite a twist of fate....:: Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
William Brand Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 Captain Brand nodded, returning his regard to Lady Ilex. He was quiet a moment in thought before he stood and went out of the lastage with the Quartermaster. "I will require those men already ashore for another task before they come aboard again. Have Mister Gage bring some small sup for them and prepare enough for yourself as well. I need you ashore for one final foray. The Lady Ilex will shortly divulge the whereabouts of her small fortune and I shall send you with a small company to fetch it back."
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 Very well... I'll signal fer th' lads in th' dinghy ta return, we'll get the sick back ta th' ward... I s'pose this'll be an o'er land excursion... what say.... six o' th' lads be enough ye think? Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
William Brand Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 "Aye. Six will do. Take Johnson here." William said gesturing to Nicholas, whose eyes beamed at once as his grin widened wolfishly. William returned the smile. "Steady, Mister Johnson. This is a foray for currency, not a hunting expedition." "Aye, Cap'n." Nicholas agreed, though his smile never changed. "And take a good sprinter, Mister Lasseter. I'll want word of your success as soon as you've discovered the secreted coin. Take enough haversacks and the like to divide the spoil for transport among the men. I want them to appear no more laden than any other travelers." "Aye, Cap'n." William stepped into the lastage again and crouched quite near Lady Ilex to begin his inquiry, hoping it would not become an inquisition.
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 Aye Cap'n... C'mon Johnson... ::They walked aft, up onto the main deck. Mr. Lasseter was in thought and suddenly stopped short, Johnson almost ran into him...:: A'right... You go find Mooney, Thatcher, Whiting, Roche, and.... McGinty... he'll be our runner... assemble near th' mainmast... Haversack n' snapsacks fer e'eryone... Pistols only, don't wanna attract too much attention... "Aye-aye Mr. Lasseter" ::Johnson went off in search of those named crew while the QuarterMaster headed aft, picked up his halfpike whare he had left it and returned it to its spot on the mizzen... He then took a lantern from the binnacle, light it off one of the sterm lamps and proceeded to climb the shrouds of the mast, once he gained the nest, he waved he lantern back and forth several times... satisfied that they would have seen it he headed back to the deck to await their return, and for word from the captain for where the 'Treasure party" was off too...:: Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 Le Requiem In the short passage of time that had passed betwixt Lieutenant Chanault's return, report given and the now, small shuttered lamps had signaled to the near distant brigantine and with the aid of smaller craft, she had been towed to the outer mouth of the harbour. Word had been passed throughout consort's embodiement and the well oiled machine woke from slumbering state of repose. Arrival to floating kingdom of French design was given immediate attention and the two companions were ushered with priority to the Great Cabin and the lord of the realm. The eloquated chamber held but four at current, and Fournier's valet reduced that original number with quickened departure to accommodate the adding of two. Jean-Micheale gained footing in respect and was quickly followed by Lamaire, in doing so. Chanault, still adorned in the trappings of "war waged", having not been seated, gave up semi-relaxed posture in due attendance. Fournier stepped forward in welcome and asked that Lamaire please see to showing the Comte assigned quarters, followed by dismissing Chanault. Dominique slyed an impish smile to the new arrivales and motioned the Gascon to follow, their banter started as soon as the door was secured. Raphael nodded acknowledgment of request and as he passed near to the remaining guest paused as she profferd hand. "Monsieur Chanault, it is good to see you again, though our parting and introduction were but brief." "Oui madame." Her hand was taken with gentle care then returned in the same manner, a tickle of smile tugged the corners of Raphael's mouth as he begged her leave and secured the door behind. Nothing was said at first, a hint of aprehension coloring the air between before Jean-Micheale broke its hold. Moving to chair nearby, he pulled it out to offer seating and as she was made comfortable in its confine, he motioned to crystal decanter. "Vin?"He inquired. "Oui, s'il vous plait. Merci."She replied following his movements. Goblets filled, he regained his placement at table's head, "There are matters that need be breeched, Jacquelyn..." ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M.
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 :: Finding himself back on the Quarterdeck, Mr. Lasseter pulled his spyglass out of pockets confines and extended it, he peered out into the darkness of the harbour. He searched along the warf and common docks hoping to see the Dinghy on its way back. After several sweeps he spied a flash of reflected light. Yes, it was the reflection of the moonlight off of a sweep. There in the dim light was the dinghy being pulled towards them...:: Ah, there they are... goode... goode... ::He watched them for a minute more, then scanned the surrounding area to see if any notice was made of them. So far, no sign of their presnece was known to anyone who might still be awake. He kept vigil on the lone craft until the bumped alongside. As they did so, the QuarterMaster ordered some of the watch to help get the men aboard, especially Nathan who would be delivered into the sick ward directly...:: Easy now... right... Nigel, Jarrod... soon as yer done, go see Mr Gage fer yer extra tot... goode job lads.... ::They two knuckled their brows and smiled at each other as they finished up helping the other men, and swaying up the dinghy...:: "Mr. Lasseter, sir?" ::The QuarterMaster turned to find Johnson standing with four of the five lads he was sent to find... :: Where's Mr. Thatcher? "Erm... he bashed his leg while stowin' dunnage in the hold... he's limping bad..." Very well... Mr. Pew! Care for an adventure? I need another man for a special job... Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
Pew Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 "Aye Mr. Lasseter. Wot be off onta now?" , Skull and Quill Society , The Watch Dog "We are 21st Century people who play a game of dress-up and who spend a lot of time pissing and moaning about the rules of the game and whether other people are playing fair."
Dorian Lasseter Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 Cap'n's makin' lady Ilex divulge th' locale o' her hidden funds... soon as he got it we'll be off ta find it... then we c'n shove off... 'bout time... Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org
William Brand Posted March 23, 2006 Posted March 23, 2006 The fifth bell of First Watch came and went and still William plied Lady Ilex with careful questions. At first, the shadow of the woman was little more than that. Though unfettered, she remained in almost the exact position she had been in while bound. Then, slowly, as if rising from a very deep place, she began to show surface signs of self awareness beyond the base emotions of flight and hunger. She began to communicate first by nods and limited eye contact. This evolved into true speech and William was ever the polite gentleman throughout. He made no threats, no idle remarks about reward or punishment. He simply kept the questions rolling until she began to speak almost as if the sound of her own voice was pleasant to her. William suspected that she was being fed by the interaction of conversation after a starvation of company and kindness. He wasn't too surprised she was speaking in a strangely affable way with him. After all, he had spoken to his own captors after repeated beatings. It was human nature and she was becoming human again. When the better part of an hour had passed William emerged from the lastage. "Bring her soap and a bucket and find her some clean clothes." William went above to the gun deck where all of Lasseter's party were assembled. He called Mister Lasseter over and relayed the instructions to him in short order. Mister Lasseter was surprised and William nodded when seeing it in his face. "It's not 'ere?" William shook his head. "It isn't on La Margarita at all. Have the men stand down and as soon as the good Doctor is aboard we'll put to sea."
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