(10: ) Diplomatic Alliances

 

 

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An Audience with the King

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Meu Amor”! *I call over to John* look! “Alex you’re such a clever boy, walk to Daddy” * Squealing with delight Alex grasps my fingers in his tiny hands, he wobbles at first as he takes his first tentative steps. * Oh John! our son is walking! *Alexander continues to toddle, still showing his delight as with each tiny step unsteadily over to his father’s waiting arms. Amongst the excited gurgling, John scoops Alex up into his arms. *  “John, he is growing up so quickly every day I see changes.”
*My heart sinks, Catina enters the nursery, only my commitment to duty could allow the wrench I feel by lost precious time with Alex, more time lost than I am happy with. *
 
Catina my dear, reluctantly I must leave him in your care. Perhaps a story before his nap.
 
*I lift my face and smile at Alexander who in his father’s arms, happily twists John’s hair around his little fingers. Gently pressing a kiss on the Alex’s flushed cheek, John passes him over to Catina. *
 
I suppose we need to go! Oh, Meu Amor, one day we will have time to spend together.
 
 
 
John‏ @DukeBraganza 14
 
 
*I smile broadly as Alexander tries to grasp my hair with his little fingers before I manage to hand him over to Catina and wave to him. He definitely has Aurore’s nose and her stubborn determination, even if he does have my hair and eyes. And I really do mean stubborn. About the only thing that can move him when he really decides to throw a little tantrum is ‘Uncle’ Miguel, who has a knack of being able to distract him with silly faces. *
 
We will, my rose.
 
*I kiss her cheek gently and lead the way to the Swan Room and the throng of Ambassadors and other so-called dignitaries, or freeloaders as Miguel prefers to refer to them, gathered to try and attract my attention. My spirits soar as I notice Porthos chatting with Don Pau. Who would have thought Porthos would make such a good ambassador? Granted, the fancy title helps, but I think most people underestimate him … or at least, they underestimate how much alcohol and food he can consume without showing any ill effect. And I sense that Don Pau has been helping Porthos with his diplomacy. That, or Porthos is trying to drink Don Pau’s wine cellar dry, a feat even Bart has failed to accomplish. *
Please excuse me, my dear. I must go talk to Porthos and see if he has any news from France. If he has word from your Uncle, I’ll be sure to send him over.
 
 
 
 

 
 
Merci, Meu Amor! And please can we enjoy dinner tonight privately in our chambers?
 
*My words evaporating into the din of chattering people, John disappears through the ante-room door, and I sigh with relief to see an old friend tottering towards me. Charles always the perfect gentleman, proffers his arm, with such aplomb that I cannot help but smile! Placing my hand over his and inkling my head courtesy*
 
My dearest Charles
 
*I say patting his hand and smiling endearingly*
 
How do you endure the many insufferable courtiers, I have spent hours smiling courteously to ladies and gentlemen of high status, through gritted teeth, that my face hurts! and my poor hand has been drooled over by vacuous ambassador’s who would use my favour to gain an audience with the King.
 
 
Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏charlesfitzwil 14
 

{Raised mockingly a sculptured brow, accompanied with a waggish smile. my intention never to ridicule Aurore, but to convey one’s emotions, my cynicism always about the credibility of many of the ambassadors and their respective motives!}

Well, slap me! my dearest beauty!

My endeavour! Don’t you know, will be to refrain from ridiculing the inconsequential dignitaries of your court! Although, my beauteous lady! My barbs will be delivered intellectually!

{Slightly waving a limp wristed hand punctuating the sentence.} 

 

Above the wit of the thronging “bouffons”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Charles! You are incorrigible!

*Pulling in closer towards his side and whispering as the walls have ears, which strain to catch a snippet of gossip. *

Indeed, Charles as you say. Your wit is Sharp, but your rapier would slice an opponent open, revealing their insincerity!  and we must practice caution and will meet privately at the first opportunity. Charles, there is A, Adriana tries and get her attention! Abilio and Adriana have just returned to court, as newlyweds.

*Charles waves his manicured hand in a circular movement his handkerchief held lightly in his fingertips flutters to release a hedonistic aroma of lavender, attracting Adriana’s attention*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Duchess of Cadaval‏@andrianatwinsis13

<< Raising up from my chair immediately, interlocking my finger with my hands resting before me in my skirt, as soon as I see the Queen walking towards me on the arm of Charles Fitzwilliam. Only just returning to my duties as Queen’s lady in waiting, in a balletic sweep of my leg behind me, hidden demurely under volumes of yellow silk, then lowering into a deep curtsy, respectfully bowing my head. >>

Your majesty!

Aurore my dear friend, such a joy to see you.

*I rise greeting Aurore less formally we kiss each other on both cheeks. * And what a pleasure to be back in court. Charles, may I inquire, are in good health?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏ @charlesfitzwil 13

Frighteningly so! my beauteous lady, so much so it would be rude to gloat!
{Bowing with an extroverted flourish, one’s handkerchief droops through elongated fingers perfuming the air with something more fragrant than the dignitaries who have failed to wash or see the need to wash.}
 
Beauteous ladies, much as it grieves me, and if you will grant me to take my leave. I feel the need to mingle and sharpen my wit.
 
 
 
 

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Charles, I would be interested if your wit attracts responses, that will be useful to our mutual interests!
 
*The formalities over, and Charles tottering through the great hall and I take Adriana’s hand and lead her over to a quiet alcove. *
 
Adriana! How are you my dearest friend and Abilio is he blissfully happy? Tell me everything!
 
 
 
 
 
Duchess of Cadaval‏@andrianatwinsis13
 

Happy,  we are both exquisitely happy. Abilio is very attentive and provides for my every need. I do have news, however, Abilio has requested some time with John!

Every day we would ride out and explore the land belonging to the castle. It’s is a truly beautiful area, on one of these occasions the ride took us very near to the border. As Abilio unpacked a picnic, carried in a saddle bag, we could hear voices, men talking in Spanish!

// Leaning closer towards Aurore my tone lower. //

Spanish soldiers! Abilio thinks they were part of a Spanish patrol, and he questions why they had camped close to our border.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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*Cloistered within the alcove, Adriana had revealed some troubling news, but Adriana reassured me that Abilio has requested some time with John. *
 
When John and I find time to be alone, I will ask John what his thoughts are!*

*Abilio strolls in our direction, realizing more than anybody how difficult it is to find precious time alone together, I squeeze Andriana’s hand with an understanding smile. *

Adriana go to him and my dear enjoy a little more time together alone before Abilio meets with John.
 
 

John‏@DukeBraganza43

 

*I greet Abilio warmly and motion for a servant to bring us some wine. * I thought perhaps we could speak more privately in this room than the main hall. I’m sure Aurore can keep the rest of our ‘guests’ entertained, for a short while anyway. So, how is married life treating you, my friend? Settling into the castle well? And, yes, I know, it was your childhood home, but things are far different when you’re in charge and not simply playing hide and seek in the corridors. *I shoot a dark glare at Miguel as he chuckles at this.*

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abilio‏@_Abilio_Pereira40

Married life is perfect, so far. It’s just a shame my father could not live long enough to see his first grandchild. *Hastens to correct my words.* Not that I’m saying we’re expecting a child just yet, it’s just … you know what I mean.

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

Miguel Pedrosa‏@miguelpedrosa9139

*Chuckles and rolls my eyes as the pair of them shoot me dark glares. They really ought to know by now that those expressions don’t work on me. Steps to one side as an aide appears with an urgent message.*

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abilio‏@_Abilio_Pereira36

Honestly, John, all is well. However, there are some Spanish troops billeted on the border, not far from my castle, and there have been rumours of some minor troubles. Nothing serious, as yet, and no direct confrontations. It’s more minor things, like horses going missing, and crops being raided. Nothing major enough to warrant a full army investigating, and I think, perhaps, that is what they are wanting anyway. I just don’t want things to get out of hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

John‏@DukeBraganza33

*I scratch my chin as I think things over.* I’ll have a word with Joao. See if he can perhaps send a small unit of men to take a closer look. Nothing too obvious, of course, but enough to let the Spanish know we are aware of their presence.

 

 
Abilio‏@_Abilio_Pereira32

*Smiles with relief.* Thank you, John. I knew you’d know what to do. I was tempted to send some of my men down to confront them, but I feared it would make things worse.

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

Miguel Pedrosa‏@miguelpedrosa9131

*Drifts back to John and Abilio.* You have an envoy requesting an audience, and I think this is one ambassador you will want to meet, face to face.

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

John‏@DukeBraganza30

I glance at Abilio, and at his smile and nod, I nod in turn to Miguel.* Very well, show them in. And if it’s the German ambassador’s wife, I will make sure my son demands you play hide and seek with him every day for a month.

 

 
Miguel Pedrosa‏@miguelpedrosa9129
 

*Chuckles as I cross to the door. Composes myself as I open the door to admit the envoy.* The King will see you now.

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏@charlesfitzwil28

Your Majesty. //Bowing from the waist one hand placed on my hip! The other arm presented to one side, me lace handkerchief wafting in the breeze! Sink me these castles are cold.//

Most gracious of you Sir, to grant me an audience. The King of England sends his undying allegiance to Portugal and is most grateful for your contributions, the civil war in England has torn a nation apart!
 

// Bowing formally to the King, I remain standing until offered a chair, flicking out the coattails before sitting. //

Most troubling times, we live in, most troubling! I have received correspondence from Charles 1, who worries about his Queen, Henrietta, King Louis XIII of France’s sister.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

John‏@DukeBraganza26

*I observe the man carefully. All frills and high fashion in appearance, and yet, behind those glinting eyes, I sense he is most accomplished at his chosen profession. He is everything Aurore said he was … and possibly more.* We have just had word from France, expressing similar concerns. Miguel?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Miguel Pedrosa‏@miguelpedrosa9123

I have not yet had a chance to study the communication in detail, but as I understand it, Captain Treville has already assigned his three most competent musketeers to watch over her from a discreet distance.

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏@charlesfitzwil22

May I, with your permission, and by return letter reassure Charlie, my King, that there is no need to worry about his dear wife’s safety. And that Captain Treville and yourself, your Majesty have the matter in hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏@charlesfitzwil19

Then I will take my leave. //Bowing again but this time with an exaggerated flourish, turning to leave swivelling on heeled shoes, a chameleon smile presents my Alter ego. //
 
 

 
 
Captain Amaliur‏@BlackBasque201616
 
//On duty in the swan room, I Observe surreptitiously the Queen, keeping a respectable distance. I’m intrigued with great interest, knowing my little bird as I do, she has more than diplomacy on her mind. Sidestepping stealthily out of view behind a substantial potted fern, as Aurore turns slightly to look over her shoulder. Remaining where I stand to peer through the greenery, forehead creased and brows pulled together, what in the name of God is she up to now! Staring in disbelief I realise the object of Aurore’s interest, is Amante! //
 
 

 

 
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*Nonchalantly I begin to stroll amongst dignitaries, who mill around with a vague hope of procuring an audience with John. Graciously as I mingle I courteously join in conversation politely enquiring of dignitary’s health, easily overhearing the topics of gossip from groups nearby. One conversation, in particular, draws my attention, swivelling daintily in beautifully embroidered silk slippers, with a swish volume of silk skirt whisper of intrigue, as I sweep over to where Amaliur is hiding, concealed behind a large potted plant! coughing discreetly! *
 
Mon Amie, your Queen needs you at her side, not hiding in between the potted plants!

 

 

Amante‏@AmanteBelo116

{Leans forwards to the Italian ambassador’s wife, confidently, a smile on my face.}
 
My dear lady, you know, your eyes are like the deep intoxication of a sparkling wine, bubbling with richness and expensive taste.
 
{Smiles indulgently as she giggles.}
 
I never flatter idly, my dear. I do believe, if God made anything more beautiful than you, I’m sure he’d keep it for himself. Your beauty makes the morning sun look like the glimmer of the moon. And your hair is as golden as the cargo within the galleon due to leave the port of Málaga. Full of trinkets that would pale into insignificance against your beauty. In fact, they would be enhanced merely by your presence. I’m sure I can arrange for a few of them to head our way. After all, I am a man of considerable importance, and not every trinket is needed for this tiresome war.
 
 
 

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Smile Amalur, nicely not through gritted teeth. The German ambassador’s wife is waving frantically, in an attempt to get my attention.
 
*I raise a hand and wave smiling graciously, holding my breath, relieved the ambassador curtails his wife’s enthusiasm for directing her attention towards a delegation from, Brazil, the ambassador a cousin of Johns. Sliding my hand over Amalure’s leather-clad forearm, I begin to tug slightly at the leather sleeve. *
 
Amalure, I’m afraid I need to sit down and I am gasping for a glass of wine, would you be so kind?
 
*Settling comfortably into an overstuffed leather chair, near the edge of the great swan hall, I find it easy enough to turn my head slightly to the side, enough to overhear Amante’s conversation. He entertains the wife of the Italian ambassador, while Felipe is deep in discussion with the Italian and German ambassadors. It seems Amante’s mission would be to spread falsehoods regarding a Spanish galleon laden with gold. *
 
 
 

Captain Amalure‏@BlackBasque201616h16 hours ago

Aurore, you didn’t say which wine, so I have brought you a glass of red!
 
// Passing the glass to Aurore, who sips slowly the wine glass. Adopting a different stance, I stand feet astride, slightly behind Aurore’s chair, gloved hands interlocked behind my coat. Protection of Aurore my life’s work, a promise made to her dying father is a debt which must be paid. A powerful fist brought from behind my back tenses and grips tightly over the hilt of my sword. brooding black eyes stare menacingly into the Amante’s eyes, tousled black locks fall loosely to broad shoulders hiding the tension in my neck. //
 
 
 

Amante‏@AmanteBelo116

{Drapes my hand on hers, as she tilts her head to the side, exposing an expanse of the neck that is as delicate as porcelain. It’s amazing what wonders a silver tongue such as mine can work. And it’s equally amazing how many secrets these women are privy to and are willing to share with an attentive ear. Especially if you offer them what they perceive to be a secret in return.} There is more than enough to fund the new war that Olivares intends to rage on these people. And the Portuguese will never suspect a thing, since the ship sails

under Dutch colours. It could sail right into the port here and they would never know. Be assured, no tears will be shed at the loss of a few baubles. Now, if you were a tear in my eye, I would not cry for fear of losing you. {Frowns as a movement catches my eye. A familiar face. Of course, Aurore. Now there was a beauty I would have liked to have entertained, had her thug for a husband not intervened. Not that it matters anymore. She is on the losing side this time.} Indeed, my dear, I consider you quite the most beauteous woman in this room, without exception, and far more refined than that woman this country dares to calls a queen. {Shifts closer and inclines my head as though lowering my voice, but instead, raises it slightly. After all, I would like this part of the conversation to reach ‘Royal’ ears. She deserves no less for rejecting my advances.} See, there is the Queen. I believe, French, and not of noble birth, no matter what they say. I met her once you know, and I would never have taken her for royalty. Quite low breeding, and not a patch on your grace and splendour. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that the King was forced to marry her because of that rather plain child of theirs, always supposing he is indeed the father.

 

Captain Amalure‏@BlackBasque201616

 
//Taking a long stride forward, lower arm flexes, fingers curl tighter around the hilt of my sword, releasing it up from the scabbard and slightly raised, however not drawn. Black intimidating eyes smoulder with aggravation, from under hooded brows, burning into Amante’s face. Amante cannot misunderstand its meaning. //
 
Guard your tongue, Sir! you are speaking of the Queen!
 
 
 
 

Amante‏@AmanteBelo116h16 hours ago

{Smiles my most dazzling smile and bows theatrically, nimbly sidestepping her pet thug and striding towards Aurore.}
 
I am truly honoured. Have you met the Italian ambassador’s wife? I was just explaining that we had met once before, although the circumstances were

not as pleasant as might be supposed. In fact, parting was such sweet sorrow, for both parties. How is the young prince? Is he speaking French yet?

 

Captain Amalure‏@BlackBasque201616
 

//Strides up into Amante’s personal space, manuring the Queen so she is behind me. Using the height advantage, coal black hues glare down into his small beady eyes. Amante flinches, and he recoils away! Nostrils flared he feels my heated breath burn into his cheeks, a gloved hand brought down onto his shoulder and grips it in a vice-like hold. //

Kindly remove yourself, Sir, away from Queen’s person! Or I /will /not/ be/ held responsible for my actions and rest assured the King will be informed of your effrontery!

 
// Turning abruptly and leaving with a lengthened stride, my gloved hand placed in the middle of Aurore’s back, guiding her towards the anti-room where her King holds an audience. //
 
The man is dangerous Aurore and an irritating buffoon! //A Gloved hand grips the door handle of the ante-room, opening the door for Aurore to enter. //
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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*I explode through the opened door into the antechamber Amalure behind me, we interrupt john discussions with Miguel, he looks up somewhat surprised. The tempestuous side of my nature tempts me to stamp my foot, but I refrain with decorum. *
 
John, I have never been so insulted, that awful little man, Amante, really! If I had been carrying my dagger …. Well you know what I’m capable of doing! He really is the most odious little man! While sitting and enjoying a glass of wine, escaping the maddening throng of diplomats.
 
It was sickening. He confided in the Italian ambassador’s wife, that I believed that I was French, and not of noble birth, that he would have never have taken me for royalty…..

Amante’s “pièce de résistance”

and I quote! “ I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that the King was forced to marry her because of that rather plain child of theirs, always supposing he is indeed the father.”

If it had not been for Amalure and the importance of Amante’s conversation, I would have demanded his expulsion from court!
 
*Taking a deep breath, I continue*
 
Now to his gossip, and the Galleon sailing under the Dutch flag which had recently sailed from the Spanish Neverland’s heading for the Spanish port of Málaga.The galleon is laden with enough gold and precious artefacts to fund Olivares, and the Spanish King’s campaigns in the aggression in Europe he must need to boost the coffers without the contributions of taxes from Portugal. Apparently, and according to Amante the “Portuguese will never suspect!” Rest assured Felipe will be party to this.
 
This ruse is to prevent any pirates who would relieve them of their, gold! Why else would Amante speak so publicly? However, there must be some truth in the rumour that a Spanish galleon is at sea, under a foreign flag.
Meu Amor have you had any word from Bart or Jacob recently?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏ @charlesfitzwil 49

 {Confound these dusty roads, I find myself longing for the green pasture of England, Lord may we return safely and may our home still be standing. Marguerite and I were brought up in privilege, which extended to royal favour, because of our father’s position at court and my friendship with the king. Margarite, no longer the child, rest her head on her cloak which she has rolled up to use as a pillow.

Memories flood back from a time when life was tranquil and Margarite much younger, my sister, would lay her head on my lap and fall asleep at the end of the day, now I wonder if those days have disappeared into a vicious civil war.

Leaning forward I strike the roof just under the coachman’s seat with a series of rapid audible blows, with the end of my sword stick, enquiring how much further until we arrive in Obidos.}

“My good Sir, monstrous uncomfortable! Sink me! how much further to Obidos, am I expected to endure my bone are shaken Sir, shaken!”

{He grunts his answer the inaudible swine! Margarite stirs and straightens up to sit next to me, smiling affectionately, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair under her cap, which had worked it’s way free. Laying a finger to my lips and pointed up to where the driver sits, worrying, I fall easily into character.}

Slap me, Margarite! You sleep while I suffer intolerable discomfort, without a second thought for you dear brothers shaken bones!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Margarite‏@palacemaid19544

[Opening my hand my brother is slapped across his shoulder, as he requested, impishly smiling back at him with a great deal of satisfaction.]
 
 

Dearest, a mere slip on my part, my intention was not to slap you, not in the slightest, but only to brush the dust away from your favorite frock coat!

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏ @charlesfitzwil 42

{On her arm I place my hand, squeezing gently. From the window as I glance the walled city of Óbidos comes into view. Casually I turn to Margarite, speaking in low tones.}
 
M’dear we must be vigilant you know what to do when first we enter the tavern. Dressed as you are no one will suspect your anything other than a young man!
 
 

 

 

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Bored, bored! Bored! // Jubblies raise slowly expanding ripe melons, despondently deflating with a sigh! What’s a girl to do? The establishment overrun with old codgers propping up the bar like Albain, they leave the ladies to languish for lack of clientele.
 
 

Do my eyes deceive me, perks up shimmy’s assist bulging with delights …..soldiers with full purses!

// Look lively Betty, patrons! Lucia flounce up your skirt, and for the lords, sake put the dagger away!

//Sashaying towards the door. Joao grins, his men salivate at the thought of a jug or two, hands meandering freely over all Betty has to offer……and true to her name she offers all. // Now here’s a patron who appreciates the arts.

 
// Sideling up closer to Joao, pert cherrilets brushing against his manly chest, he opens his hand flat, throws back his head laughing and slaps my derrière! Joao turns to his men, “don’t be shy gents there’s plenty to go around!” Hot on their heels father Ryan followed by the odd couple a foppish fella accompanied by a young man. //
 
Good day Father Ryan, there’s a bottle on the bar with your name on it! I can hear the cork pop from here
 
// and that’s not the only thing that will be popping! Raising a brow with a coquettish wink, I call over to the bartender for the bottle to be placed on the bar, for the thirsty father. Breathing in Jubblies fight for room nearly busting a tight corset, while Joao’s eyes are distracted an arm is slid through his dragging him over to a corner table, without much resistance! //
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 Charles, I’m leaving now, there is a wagon I can use and I’m told the docks are not too far! When I will return I hope it will not be alone. [Pulling the woollen cap further down over my forehead, ensuring every strand of hair is tucked under the prickly material, with little more than a glance sideways I slip away quietly from the tavern as Charles enters and causes a diversion.]
 
 
 
 
 
João‏ @JoaoRibeiro951 23
 

*Watches the tavern half-heartedly, while reading the communication just received from John via Tiago. Spanish troops are mustering near Abilio’s base … I’d best send some of my most competent men to take a quiet look. Nothing confrontational, but just enough to let them know we know they’re there. Of course, to do that, I’ll have to tear them away from their current preoccupation of trying to make the bawdiest remarks to the staff in here. Not that their attempts are bringing as much as a blush to the ‘ladies’ cheeks. I mean, for Christ’s sake, Betty is trying to convince the good father to relinquish his vows … fat chance of that … in fact, as much a chance of that as Albain convincing Mano that he should get drinks on the house. It’s a good job Tiago headed for home when he did. Lord only knows where Mano got these barmaids from but they were set to eat the poor lad alive. Glances towards the door as fresh blood, I mean fresh customers, tumble through. The young lad in the shadows beyond the door seems vaguely familiar, in a rather disturbing way. The man that actually steps through the door … oh good grief, Miguel was not exaggerating. Grabs my ale. This could be entertaining … if I’m lucky anyway.*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏ @charlesfitzwil 22

“Madam you find me looking a little pained and discombobulated! Sink me!
 
{Limply waving me lace handkerchief]
 
I’m perplexed that your establishment has the odour of purified armpits. Madam your clientele leaves me speechless! Hogs blood woman! find me a table in a quiet corner and you will be paid handsomely!
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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//What in the name of God is this queer one doing here…… no accounting for tastes but if he pays and pays well! fluffs up bountiful jubblies for any payment to be snaffled, in grasping fingers and tucked away between their voluptuous confines! //
 
All my services come at a price Sir, and they are never cheap! Would you be wanting a drink while you sit alone at your table? Or would you prefer the company?
 
 
 
 
Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏ @charlesfitzwil 22
 

Who me Madam Oh gad I should hope not! Instead, I shall languish over yonder, suitably amused observing the peccadillos of your establishment!

{Each word clipped affectedly with elegance. Gesticulating limply a hand in the hope the loathsome strumpet will take the gesture as a dismissal! With indifference, one minces with short precise steps away. The infuriating madam ignores my request pushing ahead of me strutting towards a table in the corner of the room. Cocking an eyebrow, framing an expression of hilarity, my head tilted slightly to the side, if it were not for self-control I would convulse with laughter “the ladies” hips wigwag from side to side, reminiscent of two sow’s fighting under cloth sacking!}

Sink me, Madam, a bottle of the port if you please, and three glasses, before one convulses into intolerable fits, of the vapours.

 

 

João‏ @JoaoRibeiro951 22

 

*Almost chokes on my beer. Babette is not that dense, surely. This one has far more refined tastes than her obvious wares, even though she does sell them well, to give her credit. I glance over at Ryan, who are watching just as closely.*

 

 

Father Ryan‏ @FatherPRyan 22

*Watches as Babette displays her assets to the best of her ability, and they are fine assets indeed. Even I could not fail to be impressed when she makes them sway like that. It’s quite an accomplishment to get so much sideways movement and not fall flat on her face.
 
 

Her latest attempt at a conquest looks singularly unimpressed … though definitely amused. Worth watching, this one. Winks at Joao and smiles politely at Betty. She really needs to find herself a new man. Preferably one that is not promised to God.

 
Watches as the young “lad” that arrived with this fop makes a hasty retreat into the shadows outside, heading towards the docks. I’d hazard a guess that almost as almost much swaying could be induced there, once the disguise is lost. Still, none of my concern …. though I will mention it to Joao later if only to make sure his men leave that one alone.*
 

 

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[Obsidian shadows engulf the edges of the docks, tiny nails scratch at the cobbles scurrying rats escape from putrid bilge water, eager for fresh food after weeks at sea. Hanging over the ship, which flies the Portuguese flag, an unpleasant miasma released when the hatches were raised, the noxious fumes forcing the crew on deck. Reins pulled back by the driver and the hoses respond trotting on the spot to a halt and grinding wagon wheels stop near the gangplank!

Freed from the confines of skirts it is easy enough to jump down from the wagon tray. With some gratification that Jane waits near the gangplank, her dress that of an English gentleman, I smile as her manner matches Charles in every way. I nod and bid “him” welcome puzzled by the lack of luggage. Turning away from the ship, for some reason unknown to me I glance back over my shoulder, and I can’t believe my eyes.

Up in the rigging, a monkey dressed as a pirate scampers up the mast after a parrot who flaps his wing furiously squawking! Watched by the Captain of the vessel who speaks to a seagull!!] Sir, I think we need to leave Now! the miasma fumes are having an adverse effect on me!

 

Lady Jane Whorewood‏ @ladyjane2018 22

//Inclining my head in agreement, before answering I turn my head slightly to glance over my shoulder back towards the ship. //
Definitely not the fumes! The captain of that ship and his crew are bizarre and questionable and in that order! Now take me to Charles, times are more desperate than you could imagine in Oxford.
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏@charlesfitzwil1
 

{I refrain from sighing heavily with relief when Margarite closely followed by Jane enter the tavern through the narrow doorway.} Sink me, gentlemen! Your tardiness leaves me fuddle! No sir’s perplexed!

{Gesticulates me lace hankie in my hand attracting the buxom redheaded barmaid} If you please madam! Another bottle of brandy….your finest this time! Sink me if I’m not mistaken the last bottle was corked!

 
 

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[ Rolling my fingers into my palms forming a ball, so help me, the urge to slap him while giving a great deal of pleasure would not be appropriate here, my brother thrives on the theatrical!  His “thespian talents” would be better placed on the stage than in the disguise of a royalist agent.]
Come sir sit afore Charles becomes even more disconcerted!
 
 
 
 
 

//Surely bemused by Charles I take the chair next to him at the table, flicking away the tail to the frock coat I wear to disguise the shapely curves of a woman. //
 
Charles my good fellow how strange we should meet thus, by conscience, and such a fortuitous meeting as it so happens!
 
 

 

 

 

 

Lord Charle55

 

{Distracted by ruckus laughter which draws my attention towards the opposite corner of the tavern. Commander Joao seems lost for words not by design I fear and hardly surprising as the buxom redheaded woman has launched herself in an almighty leap landing on his lap. Babette’s breast on either side of his face, not that he objects to his current predicament! The priest, who I believe to be father Ryan, crossed himself offering a prayer with his eyes rolled to the lord. Oddly all eyes now turn to the door of the tavern watching the grand entrance of captain Bart with a swagger and a grin followed in by his motley crew. I turn my attention back to Jane, to complete our discussions over the cacophony of noise.}

 
 

 

 

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João‏@JoaoRibeiro95153

*I roll my eyes as Babette launches herself on me … literally … not that I’m about to complain. There was a draft and she’s quite warming. Besides, it’s amusing my men no end. Anything that aids morale has to be good right now.*
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Father Ryan‏@FatherPRyan51

*Dear Gods, give me strength. More to the point, give Joao strength. Glances at the door and crosses my self. About time he showed up, but I doubt he’s going to make anything any clearer.*
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jean‏@Capt_Bart49

{I kick the door open and swagger inside, even though that kick to the door may have been a mistake. I suddenly feel the need to limp. Instead, I throw myself into a chair near to Joao. Ah, much better.}

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Billy Boy‏@billy_cabinboy47

 

*Scampers in after ‘isself and grins at Ryan. I kinda like ‘im, e’en if ‘e is a priest. Grabs meself a place near ter Ryan and t’ fire. Tis a cold night, ter be sure.*

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

João‏@JoaoRibeiro95146

*I carefully arrange Babette so that she’s no longer smothering me, and yet she is hiding my face from casual observers. Besides which, with all the wriggling flesh, my face is the last thing they’re interested in.* How did it go, Bart?

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jean‏@Capt_Bart46

{I hide my reply behind the tankard supplied by Albain, trying not to wince as I taste the stuff. Bloody hell, but that’s bad. I’m glad I’m not actually paying for this.} I’ve heard tell of that gold galleon you mentioned from more than one source now … or at least, of a galleon filled with gold. Got a few ideas where it might be heading too. Now I’ve dropped off my passengers, I can go take a proper look see. Oh, and by the way … that “gentleman” I brought here? Sure as hell isn’t gentle, or a man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

João‏@JoaoRibeiro95144

*I chuckle, although most of it is lost somewhere within Babette’s ample proportions.* Neither is the one he’s meeting with according to Ryan. I’m finding myself hoping that Charles and his cronies are practising their disguises. The other possibility …. *I shudder at the prospect.* I’m hoping for disguise.

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jean‏@Capt_Bart43

{I smirk.} Well, Jacob can have the fun of working that out on the journey back. I take it we’re not letting them know just how much we know about what they think we know they know about what we know?

 
 

 

 

 

 

João‏@JoaoRibeiro95142

*I can feel a headache coming on.* I think we’ll just continue letting them not know what we know about anything worth knowing, just to make sure. And good luck to Jacob. Make sure he doesn’t ‘accidentally’ lose those swords he’s carrying on the way. It took a lot of effort to raise that much fine iron.

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏@charlesfitzwil39

{Despite the cacophony which worked in our favour! A letter to King Charles I place in Jane’s care sliding it across the table surreptitiously, the patrons otherwise amused by the antics of the bordello queen! Speaking with lowered tones in my natural voice leaning slighter across the table nearer to Jane.} The letter is to be placed in his hands, and his hands only! Now Jane further news King John assures me that he will continue to fund the royalist in their struggle against Cromwell. And I might add my dear he intends to teach “the Spanish” a lesson in the process.
 
 

 

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Charles this is indeed good news. // Picking up the letter which Charles has slid across the table conscious that out covert operations against our enemies should not be discovered the letter is slipped into an inside pocket of the dress coat. // Charles, I believe I am to sail back to England on the morrow tide, slipping anchor at dawn. The Captain goes by the name of Jacob the cousin of Captain Bart, he has a cargo of wine and spirits to collect for the proprietors of this tavern on the return journey.  I am led to understand the ship will set sail with a cargo of “Bilbao swords”  made from the finest tempered iron specially crafted for the king’s infantry. The swords were commissioned from the town of Bilbao, they are simpler than military version of the cup hilt rapier but with a shorter, broader blade sharpened on both sides making it much more suitable for cuts and thrusts. I will use my usual agents and methods for their transport to Oxford and the Kings infantry, along with the bolts of woollen cloth for uniforms. Your Portuguese king is good to his word.
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord Charles Fitzwilliam‏@charlesfitzwil33

You have obtained passage back to England?  so soon! The war tares families and friends apart, then alas my dear Jane we have time for just a toast to the King! and then Margarite and I must leave also and return to Pena.  {Margarite fills each glass in turn with the last if the port and we stand and raise them in a toast to King Charles of England.} To the King and victory.
 
 
 

An Intermate moment 

 
 
 

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* I wake slowly coming into the realms of the morning from a deep and restful sleep, the time is between night and dawn the pewter hour, the time the west wind blows in trouble. Laying on my right side with my arm tucked under the pillow my back snuggled into Johns’stomach, Johns’arm is snaked over me holding me in close against his body. Gently I slide my fingers around his wrist closing them over the bones and I lift his arm up freeing myself from his hold. Gently turning over to face John my naked skin brushing softly against the cotton sheets. I watch him sleep adoringly hardly breathing for fear I should wake him for if he wakes his duties will rob us of this precious time together. I sigh watching his chest rise and fall with each breath, the temptation to press my lips to his is far too strong to control. Tilting my head to one side so our noses don’t collide gently brushing my lips to his, whispering. * Meu Amore if only you knew how much I love you, and how I wish we could stay here all day.

 

John‏@DukeBraganza29

*I lay still, not wanting to let her know I’m awake, savouring these all too brief moments of intimacy, without Alexander crying for our attention, or Miguel waving through yet another ambassador who requires some small favour, or Aimee spiriting Aurore away to deal with some trivial domestic dispute.* I wish we could too. How about we lock the door and pretend we’re out? *I tug her closer to me, my arms caressing her soft skin as my mouth hungrily seeks out her full, luscious lips.*

 

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*John eagerly tugs me into his arms my lips burn from the pressure of his lips seeking mine I find myself yielding wantonly to the caress of his fingers, exploring the soft skin beneath his fingertips as he traces them over the contours of my nakedness. *

John go and lock the door I would hate for Miguel to burst in and find us like this!

 

 
 

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Screw Miguel … actually, maybe not … *wriggles my eyebrows suggestively … and my hips*. I can think of someone else I would rather screw. Besides, Miguel will knock. The question is, will Catina knock when Alexander wakes her? Maybe you should go lock the door.
 
 
 

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*Closing my eyes sighing deeply, Alexander is not conducive to lovemaking, in fact, the opposite! The minute Catina opens the door to our chambers he toddles over to the bed arms held high in the air wanting Daddy to lift him onto the bed. And he will be awake rearing to go like any young colt! *resting my forehead against Johns the deep love we have shared flows between us not abated over the years. *
 
Maybe you’re right I should lock the door and speak of Miguel has he any news from Joao? Have our troops been sent to the border near Abilio’s castle, should it fall into the hands of the Spanish it will provide them with a stronghold in Portugal!
 
 

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*I groan in frustration. Typical! We get a few, brief moments alone, and she wants to talk about politics and tactics! I roll back to my side of the bed, hoping the coolness of the sheets will calm my ardour* Joao has everything under control. He has sent his best troops to investigate. Jacob is transporting our recent English visitor back home, complete with the requested armaments. My main concern is Amante. The man is here as Felipe’s deputy, and yet he seems to have his own agenda.

*I ignore the disbelieving snort from the other side of the bed.* Felipe and I have spoken at length, and he assures me that he did not put Amante up to make the statements he did, and in public at that. In fact, he was quite angry that such things should have been said supposedly with his approval. And, yes, I know, Felipe is the opposition and I should distrust him on principle, but I find myself believing the man. I am inclined to think that Amante is indeed following a plan entirely of his own making.

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* Not believing what I have heard I snort in disbelief! And now there is a void of cold white sheets between us, I lay on my back looking towards the window not speaking, once again this odious little toad has caused discourse between John and I. *
 
 

Be that as it may, Felipe is Spain’s representative and he obeys his Kings bidding! As for Amante! *My words stick in the back of my throat. * I will deal with him in my own way!

 
 

*The silence in the bedchamber is unbearable. Rolling over onto my side to salvage the lost passionate moment. * Meu Amor I’m cold can you suggest ways to warm me? *I begin to slide my naked body over the cool cotton sheets before slipping a leg slowly over his tethering him to the bed! Teasingly fingers trail down across his pubic hair line resting there for long enough to feel him quiver under their touch. Drawing circles around his taught stomach which flinches as my nails tease his flesh lingering for a moment to savour his arousal. Prolonging his agonizing pleasure with casual traipse, taunting fingers spread sliding over his sculpted chest resting over his protruding nipple. Coquettish eyes sparkle when pinching it between my forefinger and thumb! *

My love, can you think of a way to warm us both up?

 

 

 

 

 

 

8m8 minutes ago

 

*I swallow the yelp in my throat and groan as my body decide to rub against her, completely of its own volition. Damn the woman! Hell, what am I saying? This is the part of her I love the most. My hands trail idly over some other parts of her that I love just as much. A quick twist and a roll, and suddenly I’m on top of her, pinning her down and grinning, probably a little lecherously.” You know, Meu Amor, I’ve been thinking. I would hate for Alexander to be an only child.  I think we owe it to him to at least try and provide him with a sibling. And now seems as good a time to start as any.

 

The search for the Golden

Galleon!

 

 
 
 

 
 
Lucia D’Ogeron‏@catalanlass2015
 

{Six bells the boatswain rings all-hands-on-deck and out of their pits they tumble >>a motley lot I have never ever seen gathered>> on the leeward side Albain, the quartermaster in the thick of it his wizened face ruddy >>had one sober day in ten while we were landside and fell foul of as many games of chance!

obsidian eye’s glare at Murat his mood liverish and his tongue cuts like the lash!>> Aye his ability cannot be denied not many men cross swords with his scimitar and live to tell the tale. >> Do I trust him? >> Like I trust a madman with a cat of nine tails, he’d strip your flesh bare in one blink of an eye.>>

“Look lively” {I yell the order.} “Captain’s on deck.“

>> Not that Bart would notice speaking with articulate gesturing to that bloody gull flying low over his head>> Lord knows what sense tis in that? and they call Murat mad! >> draw in breath in despair>> Pacing behind Bart a cutlass hangs from a tightly pulled in belt, swinging to the movement of naturally swaying hips>> Murat follows my every move through lecherous brooding eyes! >> so hot-blooded he is>>he hungers for more than the battle>> grabs Bart by the shoulder when manoeuvring alongside him. } Morin Captain! Your crew await orders, sir!

 
 
Albain Porcher‏@albainold

Aye up lads! Mon Dieu * Falls back against the rails clutching me heart…..then devil woman glares and wounds a poor besmirch man…. rolling me shoulders I shrug! * What can’t a man have a little fun ashore…..Mon Dieu!

 
You drag me yelling out the tavern….a full pot in hand….a wench willing and able. * well more of a hag than a wench….who looks while mantle stoking the fire!* Mon Dieu woman! Give a man a chance.
 
 
 
Murat‏@MTheturk

//Shakes head.// Taş attı da kolu mu yoruldu? “Did he throw a stone so his arm got tired?”

 

 

Billy Boy‏@billy_cabinboy

*Scrambles up t’mast wi’ Jack. Checks around.* All clear. *Watches Murat gaze after Lucia, and Lucia looking back at ‘im, none too kindly. Trouble brewing there I reckons.*

 

 
 

//Watches Lucia’s hips as she sways down the ship. Not sure we should have a woman on board. On land, fine, but bad luck is coming from women on ship. Growls at the men to be faster, hand brushing my sword hilt. Ragtag crew, maybe some scared of work, but good fighters, even Albain, lazy no good son of a bitch. Except maybe the boy. Works, but lot of growing he needs.//

 
 
 

Jean‏@Capt_Bart

{I smile broadly as Billy races Jack to the crow’s nest. I think Billy is actually faster.} All well, Albain? Set a course, Lucia. {I gaze around and point seemingly randomly in the general direction of a gull.} That way. Come on, handsomely now, weigh anchor and let’s haul wind. Show a leg.
 
 
 
 
Lucia D’Ogeron‏@catalanlass2015

“Aye Aye Captain!” {the words hiss silently over gritted teeth these men better be wary>> “I’ll not be showing a leg to him or any man on board this ship!” Cur’s most of them>> dare they try and they’ll feel a knife in their gizzards! >> as for Murat….well he can wait at my pleasure and he pleasures me not! Aye he be attractive this Murat and Betty would drop her knickers fast enough ….was she on board that is. >>the tart languishes in Babette’s brothel filling her cleavage with meagre coins! Looks to the men>>}

Come on mates steady as she goes, setting sail to the windward side Bart, north by north east…. haul away lads! {Aye the lads are in good voice! }

 

 
 

Albain Porcher‏@albainold

*Goes aft of the mizzenmast, not about to haul any rig…..not till I’m oiled ……Mon dieu where’s me damn rum? There you is my little beauty. Swigs back half……a bottle! …..staggers on the briny deck on bendy legs ….me eyes go dim ….Mon Dieu who turned the lights off …….I’m blind…….topples over skidding down the deck on me arse, Mon Dieu this will not end well …missed the swaying arse of the first mate!…disaster averted!!*
 
 

Mon dieu Lucia watch where you swing those…..those…well just watch out next time!! * Turns me attention else where’s. * Put ya backs into it lads and haul away! And sing you boogers. *Aye the lads are in good voice! *

 

 
 

Murat‏@MTheturk

//Glares at Albain, then Lucia, then Bart.// Why a woman on board? Bad luck it brings. Never no good from this. Angers the sea gods.

 

 
 

Jean‏@Capt_BartJ

{I clap Murat on the shoulder.} Women may be bad luck, but Lucia is a pirate first, and a woman second. {I regard her curves … thoroughly … twice … and frown.} Alright, maybe that’s not quite right, but you get the idea. Anyway, no need to worry, Murat. She’s brought good luck so far. Apart from when she was trying to kill me … and I’ve just about forgiven her. And we can’t blame her for Howell falling overboard. He should have been watching where he was going. And I’m sure it wasn’t her fault our anchor got snagged that time. No, no need to worry about Lucia. Let’s just worry about finding this elusive Golden Galleon, shall we.

 

 

Murat‏@MTheturk

//Mutters.// Bir musibet bin nasihatten iyidir – “One bad experience is worth a thousand warnings”.

 

 
 

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{I stand at the bow of the ship, watching as we draw closer to our mooring at Port Royal. I glance around at the crew. Billy is in the rigging, as usual. Jacob is staring at the gull. Murat is glaring at Lucia. Lucia is trying not to notice Murat is glaring at her.
Albain is … ah … unconscious. So, everything is pretty much normal, or as normal as we ever get.}
Lucia, take the helm. The wind is right, we can moor right on the dock. Steady as we go. Remember, a quiet entrance. We’re trying to avoid any unwanted attention. Once we land, you all know your jobs. Jacob, go and check with the Dutch, Murat, check with the Turks, Albain, check the tavern and try not to drink all the rum. We want any word of either a Spanish or English ship. El Dorodo, Golden, gouden, Altın, d’or, Dourado … anything
on those lines. Any sightings in recent weeks, or any English or Spanish ships acting strangely or secretively. Billy, stay here and keep that damn parrot under control. Mooring ropes ready. Easy now, easy. {I watch as Jacob suddenly decides to be the first ashore and swings himself onto the dock. I close my eyes and shake my head. They tell me we’re related, and yet, sometimes … } Billy! Don’t even think about it. And keep that damn monkey on the ship as well.
 
 
 

24h24 hours ago

//Shakes head watching Jacob.// Kafayı üşüttü “They’ve caught a cold in their head”
 
 
 
 
 

Lucia D’Ogeron‏@catalanlass201524h24 hours ago

The mans a fool! {Narrowed eyes glare daggers at Jacobs back as he sprints down the dock!>> Uttering more inflammatory descriptions under my breath. >>Infuriated with Bart’s idiot of a cousin>>>who thought it fitting to swing ashore on a rope>> part of the rigging before the ship was secured at its moorings!>>} And Bart! You said, “Don’t draw attention to ourselves!” Jacob is heading for trouble.
 
 
 

Jean‏@Capt_Bart24

{I shrug at her.} I thought it was relatively discrete, for us. At least we didn’t fire the cannons or set the dock on fire. {I shudder at the memory. I’m not sure we could actually do that again if we tried, and I don’t particularly want to try.} Wake Albain and tell him —
 
 
 

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Mon Dieu!… me aching bones. *Lifts me-self up on one elbow… Finds I’m lying prostrate on the deck……. rakes gnarled fingers through matted hair……sticky with rum, now that’s a waste, I thinks…bushy brows shoot upwards bloodshot eyes revealed in all their glory! Mon Deiu…. The light it blinds me…. Peers up through the fog one eye closed there’s something dark standing over me…. * Is that you Cap’s?

 

 
 

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Albain! It’s me you bloody fool! Now get ashore {drunken layabout!} and don’t come back unless you have useful information! {Swivels sharply around looking back darkly at Albain} And! Make sure Jacob stays out of trouble! {Fat chance of that>>Stares through Murat>>}

Stand aside! {Eyes darken my stance ridged everywhere I go he is in my way!} I’m going ashore Bart! And I don’t need an escort! Stand/aside/ I said!
 
 
 

Murat‏@MTheturk23

Kadin! //Steps to the side. The devil woman is angry, and I am not that mad.//
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Lucia D’Ogeron‏@catalanlass201523

{The one place I hate the most is Port Royal, crawling with degenerates who would steal the flees from a beggar >> if it turned them a profit.  >>> surreptitiously looking from side to side prowling in the shadows>>making my way to a tavern well known to me, in a hawklike glide >> at my side my hand twitches close to an unsheathed dagger anticipating trouble.}  Ahoy, marinero una palabra ¡será de su interés si me gusta su respuesta! {Jet eyes hold his in a stare>> a well-placed hand on the hilt of the dagger concludes the transaction>> he scurries away well recompensed for the information I seek.>> Hair bristles on the back of my neck, I frown and listen >> so Murat assumes he goes unnoticed>> he should hold his scimitar closer to his side, his approach is far from silent to a trained ear!}

 
 
 
 
 

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//Watches from the shadows. Not a safe place for a woman. The Captain says she is no woman. I think his eyes are closed. Those she winks her hips at have open eyes. Too open. Trouble she seeks, and trouble she will find.//
 
 

 

 
 

23h23 hours ago

Jacob me lad hold up…. you remind me of a young bull in a hurry to mate a cow! *Holding me belly the laughter crackles forth resounding in every part of the tavern. * Lad take it from the old bull…take your time, don’t rush and you can do the lot!

*Snakes me arm around a mature wench sitting her on me knee. * Now me lovely do you smoke? Cuz you’re sitting on me Tobacco tin…I wriggle me knee you’ll feel it. *Winks at Jacob who uses me a distractive ploy to sneak into the back room behind the bar……Jacobs been gone a little too long for my likening *

 

 

 

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{I watch with a sinking feeling, and for a man who spends his life on ships, that is definitely not a good thing. Jacob is not the stealthiest of people, and Albain is more distracted than a distraction. See, I knew it. They didn’t spot the barman watching them. —
 

Or the soldiers at the table at the back. Crud. Remind me never to send Jacob and Albain out to gather information together again. I listen to the yells and the sound of furniture being broken. I watch as the guard exits the room, with a broad smile on his face. So now Jacob has been caught, and I need to rescue him. This trip just gets better by the day. What was Murat saying about bad luck? Maybe I should listen to him more.}

 

Jacob‏ @Demerchant19 

Gently, gently. Soldiers are so rough. I can walk, you know. No need to drag me. // Watches as the passages get darker. Billy would not be liking this. I am not liking this. Why did it have to be me that got caught? Oh. Ja. Albain was my look out. I remember. Bad move. Darker … darker … this place has too many corridors. Wait, we’ve been down this one before … and this one …. they’re lost! How can you get lost in your own prison? Off we go again … and we’ve been down here before as well.// Lost? Ja, we’re lost. I could just leave if it helps? Nee? Ok, ok, third time lucky. …. Err … we’ve been here before as well. You are lost. // Chuckles to myself as the guards argue. One says left, the other says right. Blow me down, but I’m glad they’re not steering my ship. Frowns as I hear a familiar voice call my name. Looks around. No, it can’t be, can it?// Ahoy, Matey. Is that you, Salty? What are you doing in here? Ah, yes, the Spanish don’t like people stealing from them. Fussy lot they are. Same here.

Asked too many questions about a ship and some lost gold. Ja, that’s the one. So, you’ve heard of it. Recently? Interesting. Wait a minute. Gentlemen, am I to assume you’re trying to find a cell to put me in? Well, old Salty here doesn’t seem to have a cellmate, and he’s not exactly the biggest guy in the world, so how about I share with him? Saves you finding an empty cell, and means you get back to the tavern before the rum is all gone, savvy? Slide up there, Salty and tell your old mate Jacob about that there ship then.

 

Albain Porcher‏ @albainold Aug 16

*Mon Dieu! This must be “Déjà vu” the reckless Dutchman has landed us in deep trouble ….again! * “Je ne regretted rein”……I regretted nothing of the night, scratches me head…. *Déjà vu ….always leads to this…Mon Dieu the captain better have a plan ……I’m drying out from lack of a wee snort!* Jacob where in gods name are you?
 
 
 

Lucia D’Ogeron‏ @catalanlass2015 16

 

{Port Royal a place that wallows in its debauchery well suited to the cutthroats who frequent the taverns.>> we search from tavern to tavern keeping my wits about me wary of drunks and whores and Murat…..eyes dart piercing the darkness I growl in frustration where’s the hell is damn crew? >> and for that matter where the hell is Bart>> avoiding the obvious where are Albain and Jacob?>> Why in name of Davey Jones did Bart send them out together! >>Murat strides to close for my liking>> scowls with darkened eyes narrowed digging him in the ribs with point of elbow>>another obsidian glare warns Murat away! My hand held close to my dagger>>fingers drum on the hilt in time with every stride.>>For good measure a loaded pistol crocked ready to fire in my other hand.}

 

 
 

Murat‏ @MTheturk Aug 16

//Strides along, close to the devil woman. Bart said to watch her, and I will, even though she is not happy that I do this. A sharp tongue and sharp elbow, not good together. Too much sharp. And a dagger. Dangerous this one is. But I will do as I was bid, that is my job.  Keep her from trouble. Keep trouble from her. This I will try do.//
 
 

 

Betty le lit‏ @BedLoving2016 Aug 16

{Shiny pretty twinkling trinkets, she be right for the picking? Twinkling toes this plump old rose steps lightly as she goes this Cornish lass does take her chance and plucks the trinket from the old hen’s head. He said to me your sticky fingers to keep to ye self Betty! Ay knows what he be, he be keeping it to his self! Well quicks the eye and smart be the action! To late Bart I’s pocketed the gem!}

 

 

Billy Boy‏ @billy_cabinboy 

*Sneaks down t’alleyway. Checks around. Good, no one near. Knocks on t’door. Smiles as t’door opens.* Bart sent me. ‘e said as ‘ow you could maybe ‘elp wi’ somethin’ … ‘opefully … for t’right price any’ow. ‘e said ‘e’d sort it an’ you’d know as ‘ow ‘e was good fer it. *’e also said as ‘ow I ough’ ter be ready ter duck, but I’m ‘opin’ I won’t ‘ave ter do tha’. Never can tell wi’ ‘isself though.*

 
 
Betty le lit‏@BedLoving2016

Betty {Yo my pretty yo and me be going to where e’ to? Tucks me little trinket in me hair all shiny and gold! Some says tis me above me station, or so they says, but they be wrong, tis for anybody who has the gumption to takes the chance. Sidles past the guard on the gate, me eyes pop so they do! Mingles I does in the fine room tis full with wealthy folks and I be looking at pretty things so I does. Where do’ee belong to? Spots me ansome capt? }

 

Jean‏ @Capt_Bart 

{I adjust the stupid wig, tug at the ruffles on my shirt and try not to fall over these ridiculous shoes. By all that is holy, how do people walk around like this every day without breaking a leg or walking into doors. Or permanently feeling like a complete idiot. I am so glad Lucia is not here to witness this, I’d never live it down. But a pirate has to do what a pirate has to do. I take a deep breath, plaster a smile on my face and drift into the room. My, my … what a collection of beauties to be sure. And the women aren’t bad looking either. Decisions, decisions. I am literally spoiled for choice. Ah, no, there she is. The perfect quarry. And that diamond comb sparkling in her hair. That’s the one.} Excuse me, ladies. Coming through. Oh, I beg your pardon, mademoiselle. {I cough discreetly.} Madame. may I have the pleasure of this dance.
 
 
 

 

 45 minutes ago

 

{“Beg your pardon”} Ayes me ansome err I mean the pleasure is yours. Ayes!

 

{And I really do mean pleasure. Curves in all the right places, and the hair is exquisite. This one is definitely a keeper. I take her by the hand as she giggles slightly and step onto the dance floor … or the part of the floor where people are circulating to the music anyway.} Ah, a foxtrot … pardon me, a waltz … this music is really quite confusing, is it not? Yes, I quite agree, this music is really quite delightful. Enchanting even. {I spin her around, taking in every detail of her appearance. Maybe there are advantages to this type of costume. That dress of hers certainly hides a multitude of sins. I smile at the people dancing next to us. Apparently, I have attracted some interest, especially from the ladies. Excellent. Perhaps it is time for some small talk.}

 

 

 

{ I see e’ looking me over so e’ does e’ed get a shock if e’ed go any further a pistel is hidden agone a week ago in me wide legged draws.}

 

I expected to be quite alone tonight, being a stranger here, but a woman with grace such as yours should never be unattended. {I bow and wave my hand in an affected manner. I have no idea who dreamt up these dance moves, but I’m willing to bet they’ve never drawn a cutlass in anger.} My name? Bartholomew. Jean Bartholomew. But my friends call me Bart … Deidre? What a delightful name. So pretty and yet … stoic somehow. It suits you perfectly. My profession? Oh, I have a quite serious profession. I’m a medical man, a doctor in fact. {I smile broadly as my dance partner makes all the right noises, and our neighbours appear suitably impressed.} Indeed. I studied at Leyden, then higher anatomy with Dreyfuss at Leipzig. {Very impressed. Excellent.} Oh yes, I know a great deal about the human body. Every bit of it in fact. All the ins … and outs. {I allow my eyes to roam over her body, settling on all the ins … and outs.} It is my occupational obligation to probe to the very bottom of things. {I slap her backside as I twirl her around, eliciting a gasp and a rather fetching blush. I lean in close and lower my voice slightly, grinning as the people next to us suddenly lean in our direction.} In fact, I was hoping to pursue my studies a little later, if you would like to be of assistance to a poor doctor such as myself. {I bow as she curtseys, and nimbly pluck the diamond comb from her hair, pocketing it in one swift move.} Shall we say we will meet outside, in say ten minutes? {I bow and kiss her hand.} Until then, my sweet … {I turn and strut away, straight past the soldier who has been watching my every move for a few minutes now.} Good evening, Sir. My name? Jean Bart. Dr. Bart in fact. Have you an ailment that requires attention? The ship I came in on? Er, that would have been the Bristol packet I believe. Yes, yes, the Bristol packet, although I can’t be completely sure. I’m afraid I’m all at sea when it comes to things nautical. Doesn’t arrive until a week on Wednesday you say? Hmm, perhaps I am mistaken then, for I surely did not swim here. {I smile politely, as a cry is heard.}

 

 

 

{Pulls me brows together, fingers comb through me tussled hair and Ayes screeches!} “That be him. That “Bartholomew” man e’ stole my diamond comb.” Look there e’be! Meh’d tis goin where do’ee belong. Me belong elsewhere so I does! e’ be on his way so e’ be ayes its back to the ship tis for me, sidles away through the throng of watchers so I be, grins ayes does at Bartholomew, I be gone.}

 

 
 
 

Jean‏@Capt_Bart22 minutes ago

 

I assure you, Sir, there’s a perfectly good explanation. {I watch as the soldier’s hand drifts to his sword.} Although now may not be a good time to discuss such matters. {I turn and run through the crowd of beautiful ladies, bumping into a few, completely accidentally of course. Naturally, if any of them wonder afterwards what happened to their ruby necklace or pearl earrings, they will remember I bumped into them, and hopefully, that’s all they will remember. Or the lady behind me will be long gone by then anyway, providing Billy delivered the message correctly, and I have no doubt he did. Reliable that lad, always has been, always will be. Such a tangled web we weave.} Ladies, excuse me, coming through, thank you. {I leap onto the balcony and turn and bow to the room.} I apologise, but it seems I must leave unfashionably early. And to those, I arranged to meet later this evening … {I glance around the room} that’s you … and you … oh, and you … I promise to look you up the next time I’m in town. {I grin as the giggles ripple around the room, followed by disgruntled grumbles from the men. I remove the stupid wig and fling it across the room, before smiling and stepping backwards off the balcony … I’m pretty sure at least two of the ladies fainted … And straight into the middle of a small detachment of well-armed soldiers.} Ah … Hmmm. Ooops.

Lucia {Storms up the gangplank hair flailing in the wake of my ill humour >> the colour of my eyes dark jet emanates the change in temperament>> I whip around grinding the heels of my boots into the deck as I do>> facing the self-appointed bodyguard, why in Davy Jones’s name does he assume I need one.}

MOVE! get out of my way! {Infuriated he gets pushed aside with a swipe of an open hand!}

And! Put a shirt on before Betty rakes her nails down your chest and whips your trousers down!

{Lords know that’s all she’s good for and petty thieving! Turning to the crew with untamed fury.}

Look lively you lot! Cap’t Bart has landed in trouble, again, so what else is new? Along with his idiot cousin.

{Teeth gritted dark eyes glare at each member of the miserable crew!} Last/ I /saw of the muttonhead was armed soldiers escorting him away from the governor’s residence.

So! It’s like this, Albain/ sober/ up just if that is possible? Prepare the rowboat to go over the side. You and “Toothless Taffy” can row it ashore and wait near the dock. That’s assuming they escape!  I’m taking the ship out into the bay out of range of any cannon fire!. We can drop anchor there. All hand to their posts and look lively. Bosun make it so!

{Strides aft of the mizzen mast to make sense of the madness of Bart’s mind. >>What was he thinking? Does he even have a brain> >>Shakes my head, who knows the man’s >>>>> a /MAN!/Fools the lot of them. Reaching inside a pocket in my breaches taking out a pouch>>retrieving a small clay pipe. >> Striking a flint to light the Tabaco in the bowl. Drawing back slowly holding the smoke there imbibing the effect before breathing out slowly>> astute eyes scan the bay for suitable anchorage>> anger still simmers ready to erupt why can’t Bart ever include me in his wildcat plans! >> He had better fill me in>>if not I will kill the son of a………}

{Taps out the smoking Tobacco from the bowl of the clay pipe over the side, then sliding the pipe back into my pocket>> Feline satisfaction curls up into a smile on lips moistened with the tip of my tongue>> walking smartly towards the bow>> Grabs the nautical telescope from the bosun’s belt extending to its full length, one eye closed raising it to my right eye. Searching the dock for Albain and the rowboat, I take a breath or my temper will regurgitate along with the bile, the drunken fool is asleep in the boat. I swear he’ll be fish bate if he gets back!>> paces the deck calculating my thoughts into a verbal lashing which will be administered the moment they all climb the ropes and step onto the deck!>> Turning sharply to the bosun} Look lively keep the bow of the ship to the port and make sure we’ll out of range! A hit broadside is all we need with the cap’t lost in Port Royal!

 
 

Billy Boy‏ @billy_cabinboy 1 hour ago

*Follows ‘er ter t’ door ter t’ jail … not sure I’d be ‘ere on me own, but wi’ ‘er it seems less scary … more like as ‘ow I’ll get back out. Listens as she explains why she’s ‘ere … tries not ter grin as t’ guard scratches ‘is ‘ead. Not sure I’d believe it either, but, she ‘as papers. The Governor was dazzled by ‘er … by ‘er story and ‘er beauty … an’ she is a beauty … Bart ‘as taste. “But Sire, may I call you Sire, that diamond hair comb has been in my family for generations, and Captain Bart was merely helping me to retrieve it from the brazen hussy that stole it from me. She was the real thief. I hate to think of him locked up for something he didn’t do. He was helping me out of the goodness of his heart.
 
” She laid it on a bi’ thick. Flut’ered ‘er lashes a lot too … I’ve noticed tha’ wi’ women, they flut’ers their lashes a lot. Any’ow, t’ Governor bought t’ story, an’ signed release papers fer Bart. An’ t’ guard ‘as bought it too. We’re in. ust me , ‘er, an’ t’ big guy she calls Amos. Wouldn’t like ter pick a winner in a fight wi’ ‘im and Murat. Follows t’ guard down ter t’ cells. Bart looks amused ter see us. Jacob is in t’ next cell, wi’ some ol’ soak. Grins as Bart and ‘er talk. “Oh I am so glad you’re alright. They haven’t hurt you?”*
 
 
 
 

 1 hour ago

{I chuckle to myself. Well done Billy.} Ah, Genevieve, my dear. No really, I am perfectly fine. I’ve been treated with all the common courtesy you’d expect them to show a common thief. No, of course, I am not a common thief. I was merely reappropriating your property.

Oh yes, she was a truly dreadful creature. ‘m sure she purloined far more than your comb. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear other items were missing. Really? The Governor told you that other items were also missing? Ruby necklace, pearl earrings … dreadful, simply dreadful. Of course, it must have been her. After all, they searched me, and they know I didn’t have the items. {I smile as the guard blushes and shuffles his feet.} And the Governor himself signed my release papers? Well, that’s excellent news.

You really didn’t have to put yourself to so much trouble. I’m sure they would have realized their mistake … eventually. {I glance pointedly at Jacob and Salty.} I must admit, it will be good to get out of here, into some fresh air. The personal hygiene of some of their residents is somewhat lacking. {I stand back as the guard unfastens the keys from his belt and opens the door … and smile as he slumps to the floor. I nod at Amos, who grins a rather toothy golden grin back at me. I must ask him about that one day. One day when we’re well clear. I step forward, grab the keys, and unlock the cell door to Jacob and Salty.} This way, gentlemen, and I use that term quite wrongly. {I allow Genevieve to lead the way, with Amos and Billy at the rear.

The guard on the gate gives us a cursory glance and a nod, and that’s it. we’re out. Sometimes the simplest plans are the best. No time to hang around though. That guard will soon wake up, and then all hell will break loose. Genevieve halts well clear of the jail.I smile and kiss her hand … and she slaps me across the face. I grin at Billy.} I think I earned that one. Are you going to be alright here, Gen? The guard won’t be happy when he wakes up and finds he’s short three prisoners instead of one.

Well, yes I should imagine you do have Governor wrapped around your finger. He’s male and he’s not dead … I grin at Amos, who roars with laughter. Until next time, Gen. {I risk another kiss, this time to her cheek, take the ruby necklace she offers me, as my part of the takings, and then we’re off, with Billy leading the way, down to the dock and the ship … er …. } Billy … where the hell is my ship? {I look around and groan as I spot Albain, fast asleep in a rowboat by the dock. With Toothless Taffy. Really?
 

We’re supposed to row to freedom? With these two drunken fools? I must have words with Murat when we get back to the ship … if we get back to the ship.} Alright, slight change of plan, all aboard. Billy, wake Albain up. Salty, grab an oar. Let’s get the hell out of here!

 

 

 

 

 

Madame Babette da Rosa‏ @Babettedarosa2 

// The girls wait at the foot of the stairs as I make my way down, the noise from the bar is deafening which pleases my ears it means we are doing good trade and the girls will not be idle for much longer. //

“Come on ladies plump you assists and get to work!”
 

// Sashaying near the bar creating a “bump, bump” with my hips for any man who cares to admire! licentious smiles are bestowed on our patrons who stand in a queue three deep grappling for a totty of from the new shipment of rum.

 stands in the office doorway counting the chinks as the coins are tossed into the pot by  who serves behind the bar. There is a rhythm to feet that tap to the swing of my swaying hips as I walk on passed Pau and who are locked in conversation doing a deal. Placing a hand on the top of my hip, casually a shoulder rolls back with my head tilted back I wink at Jacob tossing my crimson hair and shimmying the jubblies. A shame for all the profit to end in the pockets of the men, when a girl has to earn a living on only her assists.//

“Now there’s a wicked grin I’ve not seen in a while” Oi you! keep your filthy hands off what you can’t afford and don’t intend paying for! I thought we’d seen the back of you Salty.

//Leaning in forwards towards Albain grabbing a handful of wiry whiskers giving then a good tug. His eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as he admires the view. // ! You’re an old soak! And where’s that brother of mine and his misfit crew? they docked hours ago and landed the cargo? Mano, keep Albains pot filled up, don’t want him to dry out on us. //  scampers in to try to sneak past me, catches him by the scruff of his collar swinging him around to face me, poor lad goes as red as a beetroot staring as heaving jubblies pop out for a peek! Can’t help but laugh at the lad’s embarrassment. Wriggles perky escapees back from whence they came, bracing myself for moral indignation when Murat  strides in with that thieving tart

“Betty! Don’t think for one minute you can turn a trick in here so stay away from the clients, got it, GOOD!”

// Murat growls an obscenity under his breath enough to makes a girl shudder, although with his heathen ways and bare chest a girl would be a fool to refuse. Jubblies have a mind of their own in the heaving crowd, it’s a tight squeeze to manoeuvre my assists without rubbing against a patron’s chest, greedy hands take a free grab or two. Slaps a persistent hand giving a licentious smile. //“Consider that a sample anymore and you will pay dearly!”

Madame Babette da Rosa‏ @Babettedarosa2 

/ A familiar brogue wafts across the tavern the Irish charm of the good father,  accompanied by  a young man developing into quite a catch for the right lass, and @JoaoRibeiro951 brings up the rear. // “Gentlemen! Welcome, come, quench your thirst! Oh, you want a jug or two I see you are admiring my assists. // Adjusts my wayward jubblies with a shimmy//

“Colette.  bring over a jug and some glasses don’t let our friends die of thirst!”

//Joao winks and slaps his knee beckoning me over, shimmies the jubilees sashaying over and before a girl has the chance to sit down wriggling down a bit, Joao snakes his arm around my waist pulling me down onto his lap. well well! I exclaim. Raising a brow in jest. // “Is that your money pouch or are you pleased to see me!”

 

 

 

 

// Raised voices are heard my dearest brother enters the tavern  He appears to have fallen foul of his first mate , she holds his sleeve firmly in her closed fist, and brandishes a knife near his throat! Hissing threats and insults,! I know my cheating brother too well and by the way, she wields that knife he had better start running before she slits his throat. //

 
 
 
 

Margarite‏ @palacemaid195 13 hours ago

[At a request from my incorrigible brother I find myself in this dubious tavern to observe. Secreting myself behind a curtain in an alcove, closeted in the shadows watching and waiting the curtain held slightly to the side by my hand.  John naturally knows of my purpose suggesting the subterfuge, no one can be trusted even the walls have eyes and ears and time is of the essence.
John, the first to arrive with Miguel at his side, John casts a glance surreptitiously towards where my concealment is known only to him. Joao and Bart arrive Babette’s” ladies” drape their partially clothed forms over the pair with a flurry of skirts, anticipating a lavish reward for wares so obviously displayed.
The gentlemen have business to discuss and buxom wenches can ply their trade on the crew of the Golden Oracle. There is nothing like gold to focus a man’s mind, business before wine and women. Dissolving into the shadows I watch and wait for a signal.}

 

John‏ @DukeBraganza 

*I settle down in a quiet corner of the tavern, smiling politely at the various girls that drift past me, all seemingly eager to “entertain” me, yet all deferring to Miguel when he growls loudly at them to leave me alone. Miguel’s reputation obviously precedes him, even here, and with Mano backing up the growls, I’m pretty sure they’ve all got the message pretty quickly. After all, the last thing they want to do is annoy the owner of the tavern. Or rather, the co-owner. How Mano and Don Pau ever came up with this hare-brained scheme … I shake my head with a grin. Probably best I don’t dwell on that. I’ll only give myself a headache*
 
 

João‏ @JoaoRibeiro951 

*Strides into the tavern, winks lewdly at one of the girls … the brunette with the more than ample assets. What a way to warm the soul on a cold night. Glances around and ma