(15) (2)WarpedSails In search of…………..Here we go again!

((SL to continue shortly))
 
 
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Jean
 
@Capt_Bart

((Start SL Now))
 
 
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Jean
 
@Capt_Bart

*I stand at the bow of my ship, correction, Jacob’s ship, staring as the ocean flows past us. I have to admit, this vessel is fast, but then, it’s Jacobs, so I’d expect no less. The crew are his as well, and they’re an acquired taste. —
 
 
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Jean
 
@Capt_Bart

Thankfully, I have Billy in the rigging, keeping an eye out for trouble. I stare up at the gull and sigh.* I know, I know, I need my own ship back. Is it my fault Lucia took it? She should have trusted me to return. As should Jacob if it comes to that. —
 
 
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Jean
 
@Capt_Bart

Why the hell he thought sailing a strange ship into London would be a good idea, I will never know. His ship is known as a trading vessel. The one he sailed in on was a stranger to those shores. He’d have barely raised an eyebrow on his own ship. —
 
 
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Jean
 
@Capt_Bart

Although, that does mean it will be easier for us to slide into the docks there without attracting too much attention. So why did Jacob not take his own ship? I have no idea, why are you asking me? I was asking you. Maybe Lucia had already stolen my ship. —
 
 
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Jean
 
@Capt_Bart

Maybe Joao persuaded Jacob to leave me his ship and crew. Maybe Jacob realised leaving me stranded without any ship at all was in no ones best interest and left me his ship so I could catch him up. Why is life so complicated? —
 
 
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Jean
 
@Capt_Bart

All I know for sure is that John’s message said was Jacob had got himself arrested and I’d better rescue him pretty damn quick before he blows everyone’s cover. Yes, I do know that means trying to outwit the British, thank you very much, I had worked that out. —
 
 
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Jean
 
@Capt_Bart

Perhaps you can explain to me how I’m supposed to do that? Breaking someone out of a prison in some places isn’t too hard, as I’ve ably demonstrated many times, but this is the British. They’re very security conscious. They don’t tend to just let prisoners wander away. —
 
 
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Jean
 
@Capt_Bart

And they’re not exactly friendly towards pirates, so I will have to keep a low profile. We’re going to need a plan. A cunning plan. And a fallback plan. So we need two plans. I need rum. Rum helps me think. Why is there never any rum? ((End SL))
 
 
 
 

 
 
Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

I momentarily stand at the bow feet slightly apart, knuckles blanched my grip steady me at the rail the power of the sea fills every inch of my being. To some, it would be frightening but not to me with my earliest memories as a child are steeped tales of pirates.
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

At my father’s side, I learned my craft and sailing my father’s ships.
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

The healing power of salt spray tossed up from the keel while she slices through the water invigorates my core, this and the rolling of the ship as she rides the waves. Always after a few moments alone, the energy of the waves ensures my temper is pacified into calmness.
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

That infuriating man is at fault, Murat, effortlessly arouses my indignation without even attempting to>> his overbearing stance, arms folded across his chest, challenging me with his critical mysterious eye’s. Murat, I have to confess this time is right, we must find Bart!
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

And quickly! Before navigating from Lagoa de Óbidos, Jacobs ship strangely was recognised sailing along the coast on course for Porto. Odd that a ship without it’s Captain who had previously sailed for London for reasons only known to him. Could Bart be at the helm Jacobs ship?
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

Too much of a coincidence for me, if he is! So we voyage to Porto for supplies and information concerning our allusive Captains. I summon the crew together, informing them of my decision. To sail to Porto then after a sharp turn-around to voyage to London! //
 
 
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Albain Porcher
 
@albainold

*Dieu merci, from deep in my leathery chest a sigh resonates with relief …..the lass appears calmer! Did my old ears hear her say London? Anchors my mind to imagining….licking my salt-crusted lips ….its been weeks between drinks…supplies she says, >
 
 
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Albain Porcher
 
@albainold

Mon Dier, I can taste the rum…… Licks my dry lips…..and under my breath whispers…….Dieu merci!* (SL TBC)
 
 
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MariedeChevreuse @MmeDeChevreuse

*Standing on the cliffs at Trégor, gazing out over the heaving leaden waters between France and England, my thoughts are as turbulent as the waves* How will Bart rescue Jacob? The gaols of London are notorious. Few that enter their portals ever see the light of day again. Impossible to break out of but to break in? Bart has had the luck of the Devil, escaping death time after time, but could he do it? The escapades of his crew beggar belief but this could be beyond even them. Scoundrels all, but loveable scoundrels. All we can do is pray

 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

((SL tbc soon))
 
 
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@auroretrav2014
 
@auroretrav2014

((

SL will be continued tomorrow evening about 7ish. Continuing as and when RL allows. ))

 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

((Starting earlier than stated))
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

//I stand one step behind the boatswain analysing the Thames estuary as the ship slides soundlessly through the water. The shift from saltwater to freshwater unnerves me, too many places upriver where patrols could prowl the hair rises on the back of my neck.
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

An unfamiliar ambience hangs over the water as we cut soundlessly down the Thames. In the half-light keeping to the shipping channels, the trepidation of capture weighs heavily on the crew. After all, it would be a failure to be grounded before finding Bart.
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

Murat stands rugged at the bow his cryptic eyes fixed on the cabin boy in the crow’s nest who yells down navigational changes in the channel. My problem is the Britsh navy and Cromwell all this, the predicament we are in I place at Jacobs’s feet.//
 
 
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Albain Porcher
 
@albainold

*Mon Dieu the cook will poison us before journeys end! Or could it be the impending feeling of destruction in my belly…..* “Mon Diur were doomed!”
 
 
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Albain Porcher
 
@albainold

*…, I admit Lucia is experienced and will defend the crew and ship with her life……But! These are dangerous waters, and God knows if the Dutch trading flag we sail under will see us securely up the river….More like up the river into enemy hands!*
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

In all, that’s holly Albain, shut up!
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

// I quiet my feeling to jump down onto the quarter deck and strangle the old goat. So skillfully my knife stayed in my belt leaves its sheath with one flick of the wrist.
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015

Moving in towards us an impenetrable fog my intrepid crew already have the jitters, and I’m sensing all is not as it should be. Then, from the midsts of the cloud, the unearthly sound of a vessels bell. Perceiving the danger, I spring into action! //
 
 
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Lucia D’Ogeron
 
@catalanlass2015
Albain! Make ready the guns stand by to fire! Murat, get a boarding party ready! Salty Make ready the crew….prepare to be Boarded! Get ready mates. Make it so.
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