[snorts and groans… sleeping in deep hay piled high in the musketeer barn…crumbs from M.Bastons apple tart….I like a good tart…still evident within the wiry grey hair of my beard…the tart commandeered from her kitchen the night before…awakened by the shrill sound of M.Baston calling my name…coughs with a sound that resonate as a low rumble like distant thunder]
ALBAIN!
[Good God that woman sounds like @aimeemaid her daughter!….hurriedly grabbing my hat with a large gnarled hand….sneaking out the back door with a broad grin…brushing the hay from my coat then sliding the hat on rocking so it sits right on my head ….making my way limping back to the tavern for an ale or two …..to make plans….there is still life in the old dog yet!!!]
[Leaving the tavern staggering ….weaving in and out of the doorways giving the ladies of the night a quick kiss…and a pinch on the derriere…with a deep resounding rumble of laughter which hacks through my wizened chest right down to my gnarled leathery belly…….
Doffs my hat to another luscious wench winking….come on darlin give us a kiss…bears her fruit oozing like watermelons from straining laces….she pushes me on my way squinting old eyes dimming as I waver back and forth on unsteady legs rolling, pitching like a ship on the high seas back to the barn…falling prostrate in a pile of straw…mouth falling opening snoring deep from my leathery belly a sound to wake the devil or me old mate @Capt_Bart on the Golden Orical]
Aimee’s Departure with news of the estate
Aimee: *Quick nod of the head with approval, all has been arranged, no going back… the decision is made!.. Acted on!
That silly old fool…making a show puffing and panting, dragging an empty trunk into the room… as fond of him as I am…he tests me to the limit! For many years now this old fool Albain has deliberately made it his mission to annoy me….and annoy me he has! Raise eyes to the lord with a shake of the head, Dear Lord that man! Smiling would never let on that I am fond of the silly old fool.
Methodically preparing for the journey to Catalan, awaiting the arrival of my parent. Père has closed Mlle’s estate in Trois-Villes in the Pyrénées-Atlantiques province of Soule Gascony, pending the advancing front further into France, transporting Mlle’s most priceless furniture and artefacts to Paris in advance, the great house in Gascony mothballed with dust covers shutters locked firmly! Lord knows where it will fit….raises a brow….more storage to arrange! Albain…will have to help there, a wicked little smile…I will inform Pere and Mere of all the old fools hiding places!
Trusted farm workers from the village will tend the fields bringing in the harvest to be old at market, any wine produced will be transported to Paris where Père will get the best price! Wiping a small tear from my eye , shaking my head…pull yourself together woman, sadly most of the breeding stock of fine horses sold to the army……sighing the memories of riding with Mlle Aurore and her dear Father, what would he think now only two prize stallions and five mares remain of fine breeding stock now stabled at a farm just outside of Paris . Smiling with great satisfaction that both Père and Mere will look after the townhouse along with Mlle’s finances….Raise’s eye’s to the Lord in thanks… they will be further away from the fighting.
…Folding my arms across my chest…..tapping a finger on my upper arm… narrowing my eyes as Albain sneaks out to the tavern…..Looking up….Lord almighty! Mere and Pere have their hands full with that old fool, smiling a crooked smile, I will miss the old goat!
Muttering to myself the returns to the job in hand….packing a trunk ready for a journey on a ship…passage booked by John…Wrinkles my forehead, with a certain Captain Bart…I’ll take care of any of his funny shenanigans… shake of the head with a crooked smile…..raises the brow another silly young girl..Catina to pull into line….and to be reunited with my dear Mlle Aurore!*
Aimee Maid *The ship pitches, dips up and down with the high seas~looks to the sky with clasped hands~ dear lord ~ when the weather calms “tuts”~ I will leave this wretched cabin and have words with Captain Bart!*
Jean // Good grief woman, this isn’t even rough! *Stares heavenward* Why me? Why can I never get the quiet ones? Why do I always get the ones who know best? //
Aimee Maid ~~”Tuts* Again as I grab hold of the nearest solid object on this wretched ship the contents of my stomach matching each roll and pitch of this creaking vessel . Dear lord! May these feet touch once more terra firma! Pursing my lips wishing the journey’s end when I will be rid of this irritation that calls himself Captain~~ Rolling my hands into tight fist ~the cut throat crew sing hoisting the spinnaker sending shivers through my bones!~~
Jean @Capt_Bart {Stares at the seagull. That was one hell of a long voyage. The seas weren’t that bad, the wind was at our back, we weren’t so overladen that it was hard to steer the ship, the Spanish left us well alone. It could have been a good trip. But ye gods, my passenger …}
{“Just a small favour,” he said. “Just the one passenger,” he said. “I’ll pay you well,” he said. Alright, so he had me at “pay–you well”, but someone could have warned me!!}
{Shudders. Never have a come across such a woman. And I never thought it to look at her at the start. Small, demure, not that bad looking, could have been a lot of fun, but … ye gods, her tongue. And there was nothing she didn’t have an opinion of either.}
{My ropes weren’t neat enough … For heaven’s sake, they’re ropes, their job isn’t to “look neat”. Their job is to hold the sails in place. They have to be wound a set way so we can hoist the sails quickly. Coiling them a different way might look neater, but neatness wouldn’t have helped us if the Spanish had put in an appearance.}
{There was a cobweb in her cabin … I’m terribly sorry, mademoiselle, I’ll send the maid down to dust immediately. It’s a ship. A good ship. Cleaner than most, if I do say so myself. The odd cobweb is hardly top of my list of things to see to.}
{The sea was too rough … What did she expect me to do about that exactly? Appeal to the Sea God for a flat ocean? Perhaps I could have promised him a sacrifice of a small, sharp tongued woman in return for a peaceful voyage ….}
{My crew sang too loudly … They sing when they work. Most crews do. Granted, they’re not exactly tuneful, but they did keep the bawdy –songs to a bare minimum. Not because I asked them to, but because they were afraid she’d appear on deck and start tutting at them.}
{She didn’t think much of our cooks talents … To be fair, I don’t think much of our cooks talents, well not in cooking anyway, but he –is useful in a fight. There was the time we ran out of cannonballs and had to see off the enemy by firing his bread at them. Very useful in a fight. Never seen him cower before.}
{Even Billy avoided her, and he gets on with practically everyone. He spent the entire trip in the crow’s nest, just in case she tried to –wipe a smudge from his face with her lace hanky. It’ll take days for him to get his land legs back.}
{That voyage was one of the longest of my life. John is definitely paying extra for that. And I am /not/ taking her back to France either.Not unless he finds a way to keep her out of my way, with her tutting and her head shakes. Twitches a little. I’ll be hearing that tutting noise in my dreams for months. Well, maybe weeks … Alright, for days.}
{Stares around at my crew, going about their business quietly, loading the ship for the return trip. I can sense their eagerness to be underway. Not because they want to leave harbour. Hell, my men love a short stopover, most times. I think they want to make sure we’re safely out at sea before John decides he wants us to take that woman back to France. Can’t say I blame them. I’d best go see Pau and John. Get paid for this last trip and sort out the manifest for the next one. A pirate’s work is never done. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Mmmm … Rum. Now that’s the best idea I’ve had all day.}
Aimee Maid @aimeemaid *Brushing the flour from my nose with the back of my hand before lifting the apple tart and sliding it into the vast oven, hoping the fire is not too hot.. oh dear lord this must be good. Mlle Aurore’s mothers recipe I giggle the captain always said it was the best…adding that the master.. Mlle’s father was partial to a fruity tart Looking out of the kitchen door crinkling my brow as I see Catina hips swaying with that lecherous good for nothing sea captain following her…*Tuts* the hips would corrupt a saint! …will have words with that girl!*
Jean @Capt_Bart {Drifts into the courtyard at John’s summer residence nonchalantly, whistling a happy tune and chewing on an apple, picked from a tree as I passed by. I should be heading back to sea, but Billy wanted to stay and help with the harvest, and the winds are a little too weak at the moment. Sniffs the air. A better wind is coming though. Mmmm and what is that divine smell. More importantly, who do those hips belong to. Oh yes, today is looking
Catina @catina2015 {Sashaying on my way to the kitchen in no hurry without a care, brightly coloured skirt sways to the movement of my hips with shoulders bare black curls bounce with the movement. Flicking a long strand of hair away from my face, {Pull a face behind Aimee’s back! Curvaceous hips dance to the tip tap of Cuban heels sounding out my approach, skirt swishing to the rhythmic sway, looking back over my shoulder with a kittenish smile, casting flashing ebony eyes at Bart before disappearing into the kitchen doorway with a toss of my hair}
Jean @Capt_Bart {Licks my lips hungrily. Such hips. Such sweet smells. It must be fate. Delicious whichever way you look at it. Follows the hips, my eyes fixed on the prize.}
Aimee Maid @aimeemaid *Glares at Bart*Oh dear lord not you again! Don’t you even try and come in here…get out *Stands with arms folded across my bosom drumming my fingers on my forearms* Oh the tart!…not you dear!
*Glancing at Catina* the one in the oven * taking a cloth from the table a corner in each hand lifting the dish from the oven…the delicious aroma rising with the heat as I place the tart on the wooded topped table standing back admiring my creation. *Sighing a dish fit for my Mlle Aurore*
Jean @Capt_Bart {Oh dear god, it’s the dragon lady. Enough to cool any man’s ardor. Still … sniffs … that smell … I’m not leaving without …. something to feast upon.}
Catina @catina2015 {From under black lashes fluttering flirtatiously, swishing the hem of my skirt held in my hand showing dainty ankles, giggling with amused by @aimeemaid ‘s annoyance at this devilish handsome man}
Jean @Capt_Bart Ladies. It’s such a perfect day outside. Azure skies, a whispering breeze, the warmth of the sun on fair skin … surely I can entice you to step outside and enjoy the wonders of the day. Such beauty should not be kept hidden away. {Eyes Catina’s hips … then the tart … then the hips … then the tart … }
Aimee Maid @aimeemaid *Glares at Bart with a “tut” both hands on my hips* You still here? Can’t you take a hint?
*Spies a broom in the corner with a crooked smile, knowing just the place to administer its first blow*
Catina @catina2015 {Sliding with a sway closer to Bart innocent ebony eyes sparkle with mischief from under black lashes enjoying his attention, dark curls cascading around my shoulders I slowly twist a curl around my finger with an alluring smile }
Jean @Capt_Bart Such eyes my dear. As deep as the ocean. A man could lose his soul in those depths. Like a dark sky, full of stars.I could spend an age staring into your eyes, getting lost just to find myself until the sun rises once again. And that sparkling smile. The mouth that spins that voice … so unexpected but enchanting.
Aimee Maid @aimeemaid *Roll my eyes to the ceiling* Catina! You foolish girl flirting with a ne’er do good like Bart *“Tuts”* making cow eyes at this fool….go and attend to the dishes in the sink! As for you Bart ……
Catina @catina2015 { The heels of my shoes stomp as I suck in my bottom lip~~ sulking! collecting warm water from the hearth filling the large sink with water, clattering the pots as I wash….dropping the largest into the water which splashes water all over my face and hair….stomping my foot on the ground letting out a squeal}
Jean @Capt_Bart {Steps forwards, handing the girl a dry cloth.} T’would be a shame to get you damp … needlessly. {Dips my head and kisses her neck gently.} Mmm you taste delicious. Almost as delicious as that tart I’m willing to bet. Of course, if I were to try both, I could give a more definitive answer.
Aimee Maid @aimeemaid *Raises my eyes to the ceiling reaching the end of my tether …Dear lord give me strength…this would try the patients of a saint*
“Now you grinning fool out of my kitchen…and leave that tart alone! Not you Catina the one with apples”
* Picking up the broom from the corner of the kitchen……I swing the broom collecting Bart across his firm buttocks ……..Cocking my head to the side taking a better look…as firm as my apples laughing with great satisfaction… as I scurrying after him on my sensible shoes taking great care the broom bristles hits the target every time…as we run around the kitchen table Catina squealing with delight near the sink*
“Now take that you good for nothing Pirate!!! And take your grubby hands off the tart! “
Jean @Capt_Bart {Dances around the table, trying to keep one step ahead of the dragon lady, while flirting with the delicious Catina. Manages to slice a wedge of tart and retreats at speed to the courtyard, blowing Catina a kiss as I leave.} Thanks for the pie!
Lucia //Silken back hair cascades seductively framing honeyed coloured tones of luscious skin , shimmering with mysterious promise under the touch light>
//leaning skilfully against the wall of the tavern scornful smile fashioning on full cherry lips while thoughts deliberate //
why do men always underestimate the tenacity of women @Capt_Bart was no exception
// Casually tucking the fabric of my dress into the belt hung low around my waist,shapely ankles laced tight in black leather boots conceal protection from troublesome buccaneers> bending low from the waist full breasts rise as breath is exhaled, to those that dare to look, long nimble fingers conceal further a small dagger tucked into the lacings.
Sultry brown eyes darken with deeper hues observing a gentleman of @Capt_Bart acquaintance//Stepping away from the tavern gliding with a natural sway of the hips approaching Albain shaping an enigmatic smile determined Bart will not evade me much longer> for we have unfinished business, he will make amends for leaving me in Saint-Domingueor >OR Dekonpoze nan kote mò yo ye!! // ((Rot in hell))
Albain Porcher @albainold [Old eyes survey the striking beauty approaching along the docks …cocks head to the side with a wink! Rubbing gnarled fingers through the greying hair of my beard aware this beauty had been watching from the shadows…..chuckling to myself as she flashes a smile warm brown eyes inviting…oh to be young again…. sighing doffing my hat} Evening lass! What brings a lady to venture along the docks so late at night?
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //Charismatic ebon hues deepening with shades of opal fire, arching a brow…..eyes aflame look into yours, holding his attention a smile fashioning with an air of command! Sweeping the material of the skirt to one side sitting on a crate next to this weathered older man, pulling from a pocket secured by a ribbon concealed within the folds of the skirt, a small clay pipe, flint and tobacco. Tapping the tobacco down in the bowel with a forefinger the other fingers curled around the bowel,when lit drawing in the rum flavoured smoke looking up over the pipe into the amused eyes of @albainold I have nothing to fear I can look after myself besides I have business on the docks with an acquaintance; @Capt_Bart do you know him goes by the name of Captain Bart?
Albain Porcher @albainold [Knowing full well my old mate Bart had trouble ……grinning…. with a lady or two in Saint Domingue! Squinting slightly wondering if she maybe one of them.. her accent French of sorts… sounds about right] Seen him around from time to time…..not seen him for a while lass.
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //Puffing on the pipe, leaning back against the crates behind me scrutinising him carefully with my free hand lifting the hem of the skirt exposing the laced boot with the hilt of a dagger showing, breathing in deeply breast rise fighting against their restraints half-moon’s illuminated in the dim lights rising over the lacing of the blouse. With satisfaction laughing, ebony eyes shining,he runs his finger under his collar,his wrinkled face with red hues// So! You/ know /Bart and his ship! The Golden Oracle if I remember correctly.
Albain Porcher @albainold [Running a gnarled finger inside the collar of my jacket as sap rises in the bilges …coughing clearing my throat ..shuffling my feet .this lass knows what she is about must be very careful here…looking down staring at the ripe fruit on display] That’s him lass. Never know with him could be in port soon..who knows! [Pulling brows together frowning…the fact he is due in at any time,I’m his new second mate…….with a shrug and a wave of a gnarled hand feigning ignorance} Never know lass just keep asking!
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //leaning forward allowing his staring eyes to appreciate my offering,>> tapping the pipe on the cobbles emptying the pent tobacco,the pipe placed back within the pocket. Standing up from were I sit leaning closer towards him black ebon curls falling freely about my breasts,tempting him know knowing his weakness// I’m staying at the Black Raven tavern! TellBart We/need/to talk. //Leaving him staring as with a natural sway of the hips I saunter back to the tavern vowing to catch Bart the next time his feet touch terra firma. He will pay in kind for his betrayal! // “Nonm sa a ap peye m’ nan ti jan”
// Ebon eyes afire> that man will pay me in kind! flicking elongated fingers through titian locks >grasping the volumes of material in my skirt lifting the hem high from the filthy cobbles> swishing the fabric from side to side matching my pace towards the tavern> Haitian blood tinge with French passion causing with rage, pushing passed the drunks in the doorway at the tavern >ebon eyes stare with disdain at an outspoken lowlife, he steps aside casting his eyes down> breezing up the stairs to my small bed chamber>slamming the door behind me, the door groaning in its frame! Moving blindly to the window of the poky room> curling fingers into a tight ball fingers nails drawing blood> screaming in frustration > Vòlè itit deyò a! staring out to sea sure the Golden Oracle will dock soon, turning my back to the window > taking the dagger from my boot before pulling them off throwing them against the wall >breathing heavily breast strain against tight lacings which are quickly unlaced the dress falling to the floor around now bare feet, stepping away from the garment> tossing the dress to join the boot with a kick from my foot >Sitting on the bed pouring a glass of rum from a bottle on the side table, then concealing the dagger under the pillow> “bondye”! Glass in hand laying back against the pillows formulating a plan which will see me safely onto the Golden Oracle, //
Jean @Capt_Bart {Stares around at my crew, going about their business quietly, pulling on ropes, adjusting the sails. Not a bad crew, as crews go, and they’re livelier after their short break. Made sense to have a stopover in England after we ‘deposited’ our last ‘passenger’. Still, he was quiet enough during the journey. Something to be grateful for I suppose. Can’t help but hope we don’t cross paths with @DarkOutlaw951again anytime soon though. His grasp on reality is a little on the loose side.}{Got to admit, it was good to see Billy have fun in the snow, even if that snowman did look a little too much like me for my liking. Cheeky young whippersnapper. I still want to know where he got the hat from. I hope he put it back. But it’s better to be back on the ocean again, my ship firmly beneath my feet, slicing through the waves. I still have this wine to deliver to Paris … should be there shortly … and a Quartermaster to find. Definitely need to find me one of those. And a woman or two … or three … hell, why limit myself? More to the point, why limit the women? Been too long. Christ, even the thought of @aimeemaid the dragon lady is appealing in its own way right now. Shudders. I need a good woman … and rum … plenty of rum … preferably good rum, but I’m prepared to be flexible.}{Looks up to the sails, hanging a little too loose for my liking. The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.} Come on you motley lot, smartly there. Hands aloft. We have places to be and people to see. Can’t hang around here all day.
Jean @Capt_Bart {Finally! Paris. That last stretch seemed to take forever. No wind, tides all wrong, I was beginning to think we were fated never to set foot on French soil ever again. But, here we are, intact, no injuries, to speak of. Well, when I say to speak of, a couple of ailments you wouldn’t discuss in mixed company. Still, I’m sure my men will be resourceful and find their own cures.}Watch how you handle those barrels! {I swear, they’re so excited to be here at last, they’ve forgotten how to handle a precious cargo. Smiles to myself. Precious can be hard to handle, if you don’t take care. Checks my consignment details. Two barrels for @S_Babineaux from @DonPauClaris …four barrels for @OrientalEnigma and her father @Zafar_Bahadur1 . Twenty barrels for the wine merchant.A small barrel for the harbourmaster, to … persuade him that our taxes are negligible. All present and correct. We managed to sell far more in England, and at a better rate of return. I must report that to Don Pau when I return. The port proved very popular.}{Sends @billy_cabinboy off to get directions for our two new deliveries, and to let the wine merchant know he can pick up his order when he likes. Preferably sooner rather than later. A few days in Paris, and then I want to be heading back to Spain, with the bolts of cloth and silk I have to purchase. Rolls my eyes. I know I’m a man of taste, especially in the finer things in life, but honestly. Buying cloth and silk. I must acquire the services of a female to help with that. Hmm, yes, a willing female. Just what I need. Well, while Billy is getting directions, I might as well take a look around and see what, or rather who, is available.}{Swaggers down the gangplank and tips my hat to a couple of passing “ladies”. Maybe not quite the level of exoticness I require for purchasing silks, but it’s a good place to start.} Well, hello, ladies. Today is your lucky day. Captain Jean Bart, at your service. tavern. Who knows, maybe I can mix business with pleasure and find some new crew members too.}
//sashaying naturally with rhythmic hips, eyes of ebon flash with desire at the pretty sailors boys passing, cerise lips pouting forming a kittenish smile “’Bondye mwen mwen menm ki te frape.’” Laughing playfully, these men are so easily distracted! Rotating my hips skirt hitched up displaying shapely ankles, ebon eyes smouldering enticing an approaching sailor // Come “misye” anmorez mwen> spend some time with me! // Leaning against the wall under a flickering lamp, the honey tones of flesh on display glimmering. Stopping, his breath soaked in brandy merging with overpowering body odour, he grins steadying himself against the wall. // “Misye” you look like a man fresh into port! //Cerise lips brush against his ear> leaning in playing with an extended finger nail running it down his face// Tell me anmorez mwen how does a lady gain passage on a ship bound for Spain? //Intoxication loosens his lips, his hand gripping the lamppost keeping his upright, he slurs// “The Golden Oracle has just come into port.” // Promises smouldering in ebon eyes, a brief kiss brushed from cerise lips upon his, departing urging him to come to me at the tavern>> falsehood hidden in a smile. Clutching a hitched skirt walking with urgent need to pack my few belongings, plotting to gain passage on the Golden Oracle>>>at last Bart your time has come!// //Pearly white teeth shine through an iridescent smile unfurling on cerise lips. There in the corner hidden lounges Bart his hands roving over two wenches who ply him with rum. I scoff! a drunken captain will fit my plans well! “ Jean” anmorez mwen your day of reckoning has come! Sliding into the shadows making my way up the stairs on the landing, an open door> next to my room> slipping in taking possession of a man’s loose fitting shirt. In my room feelings fester>> Fingers curl through silken black hair cascading down caressing man’s desires >legs aside a chair fervently ebon eyes keep watch> out the window> sipping from the bottle of rum which heats the blood speaking myself> You bastard (Itit ou deyò)Jean>Now/I/Wait//
((A guest appearance in our SL by @OrientalEnigma with cameos from @Zafar_Bahadur1 & @Navneet_Maid1 ))
Jean @Capt_Bart {Steers the cart into the yard and pulls the horses to a gentle stop. Looks around with an appraising eye. Neat, tidy efficient … bodes well. Smiles to myself as I leap from the cart, landing like a cat and dusting myself down.} Anyone home?
Zafar Bahadur Shah @Zafar_Bahadur1 [Walking up I shake you firmly by the hand] I am Zafar Bahadur and you are welcome in my house. At last! The wine was promised, but as I have to go about my daily routine now, I will leave you in the care of my daughter@OrientalEnigma and @Navneet_Maid1 [Turning and walking towards my carriage I stop and turn back, leaning with both hands on my walking cane] As you are undoubtedly a man of the world, I need hardly remind you that the ladies of the household rest under my protection and any insult directed at them will be regarded as an affront to my honour and hospitality. [Nodding] @Navneet_Maid1 will serve you refreshments directly and I bid you good day, sir. [Then taking my seat in the I instruct the groom to drive on]
Jean @Capt_Bart man drives off. Turns to the horse beside me, managing to look ever so slightly affronted.} I have the feeling he was warning me to be on my best behaviour. Me? Imagine it? I’m a man of honour, and integrity and all that other stuff that goes along with it. I mean, when have I ever not been a perfect gentleman where the ladies are concerned. {Pauses with my head tilted to one side slightly.} On second thoughts, don’t answer that. Oh well, I suppose I’d best try and refrain myself … hmm a daughter and a maid … definite possibilities … can’t stand here all day talking to you. Delivering wine is thirsty work. If you’re lucky, that nice stable lad over there will take care of you two.
Navneet the Maid. @Navneet_Maid1 {Entering quietly and bearing a tray} Namaste, sahib. I am Navneet and my poor English may please be excused. {Flashing a smile} As guest I am welcoming you with our tradition to travellers, please be taking plate of dates and vessel of water for eating and drinking. Noor madam (@OrientalEnigma) soon come. In kitchen she is attending as meals she is deciding with cooks. Any other service I may be performing for you now? {Looks at you expectantly}
Jean @Capt_Bart {Swallows my immediate response, just to prove I can be restrained when the occasion arises.} My, my, aren’t you a sweet one, I mean, sweet dates, how nice. Oh, and water too. How did you know I was thirsty. So your mistress is discussing … cooks … yes, cooks, I thought that was what you said. No, I’m fine here, thank you so much. I’m sure you have other things to do. Thank you, so much. {Just about manages to avoid licking my lips.}
Navneet the Maid. @Navneet_{Cheeks colouring and lips quivering to avoid smiling, I gaze up at you through lowered lustrous lashes, but content that you have accepted the offer of hospitality, bowing my head and taking a step backwards, I swivel around and leave with a gentle, rhythmic, oriental sway of the hips and tinkle of ankle bells}
Jean @Capt_Bart Ah, the bells … I love how they jingle … of course they jingle a little more if exercised vigorously .. several times a night at least. Yes, I do love the sound of those bells. Fondmemories. {Chews on a date and idly peruses the room, noting the fine wall hangings and floor rugs. Very nice work. Very expensive work. In fact, most of the furnishings in the room seem to be well made, good quality … expensive. Feels my fingers itch, and distracts myself by thinking of future trade profits. Must take Don Pau’s advice and think long term …. maybe just this once anyway. Stares out the window for something to do that doesn’t involve valuing the rooms contents.}
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Walking gracefully into the courtyard, I gesture to Ramesh the Bearer to bring a tray as well as prepare the scales and wine testing implements. On entering the guest receiving room I greet you by performing a polite Namaste, whilst assessing you as a man of some education, besides worldly experience* Namaste Captain. I am Noor un Nisa and you are welcome to my father’s house. Please enter in peace and humility. *Pausing* As per our tradition this means removing your footwear. *Attempts not to grimace on considering the state your feet may be in* ……and any swords, knives, daggers, pistols, guns and other weaponry which may be about your person should be surrendered. *Nodding at Ramesh he proffers a tray for receipt of your armoury as I smile* Don’t look so worried, Captain! You will be quite safe amongst us ladies, and once you are in a suitable state of……undress…….you can show me the wine barrels you have brought my father
.Jean @Capt_Bart {Regards the young woman before me with interest. A certain mystic promise. This trip is looking up. Bows slightly}As’salâmu a’alaykum.I hope I pronounced that correctly. It has been a little while since I had cause to use it.{Glances at the man standing to the side.}And the only thing I’m worried about is that Sunny Jim here is going to need a bigger tray.{Sits down and tugs my boots off. Regards my bare feet. Not that bad. I washed them … oh a week or so ago … At least I think it was a week or so … still, they’ll pass.Puts both the swords at my waist on the tray.Adds the pistols from the small of my back.Adds my gun belt, with both its pistols and the pair of knives attached to it. Adds the knife from my waist …and the one from my leg.Tips my boot up and shakes it … adds the gun that falls out.Adds the knife from my left forearm.}I think that’s about it. Don’t lose them sunbeam, I’m quite attached to that lot. Ok, so shall we go check on this wine? Or do you want to check the horses for weapons too?{Grins at her with a glint in my eye}
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *I return your greeting*Wa-alaykumu as salaam and peace be upon you. My, my, quite the arsenal you have there, Captain. I’m surprised you are able to walk!*Turning to Ramesh I give instructions in our native tongue*I have asked Ramesh to pass your offensive weaponry to Akbar, my personal bodyguard. He will ensure its security whilst you are our guest. Now, the wine order. I believe it was six barrels which I will have weighed to ensure that none are of short weight. I shall also have it tested to ensure that none has been drawn off and the residue of the wine watered down. I expect all the barrels to be of the same high quality, and if they are not, Don Pau will hear of any irregularities. I’m sure you will understand.*Smiling, I take your arm and lead you back to the courtyard*
Jean @Capt_Bart {Raises an amused eyebrow.}Believe me, dear lady, I never tamper with Don Pau’s wines, but if you feel such tests are necessary, then by all means, go ahead and test them. It’s a pleasant afternoon, the scenery is idyllic and the company is quite charming. I can certainly think of worse ways to pass the time.Tell me, do you practise the art of yoga?Apologies if that is a little forward of me, only I have travelled to some exotic places and … well let’s just say you remind me of some of the practitioners I have met.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Shaking my head as I smile at this diversionary tactic from a man just recently seen assessing the value of furnishings in the guest receiving room, Ramesh weighs and starts to test the barrels*Of course I practise yoga, Captain……I’m as lithe and flexible and as a willow bending in the breeze.*Biting my lower lip*But tell me, in which countries have you met these ……”practitioners?” *Meeting your mischievous grin with my own*
Jean @Capt_Bart {Doesn’t bother to hide my smile. I find I quite like this one. Bold, intelligent, and flexible as well, apparently. Practically perfect. She’d make a fine match for some lucky man.]Oh, several … countries.{Not sure the names of the taverns are quite what she wants to hear … }South East Asia mainly. A long time ago, but it made a lasting impression
.Noor un Nisa *Tongue in cheek, I look down and scuff at the ground with my sandal, suspecting this man talks to impress rather than from any great experience of the ancient oriental art of yoga. Looking at the sundial I realise the time*Goodness Captain, the evening is drawing in which means we must offer you overnight accommodation. And in the morning you would be welcome to the use of my yoga studio.*Then asking with an innocent look on my face*But tell me, have you ever practised the art of *whispers in your ear* …….Tantric Yoga?
*Chokes back the laughter and smiles innocently … well as innocently as any pirate, sorry, privateer can smile. Tilts my head to one side, as though giving it some serious thought.} Is that from Tantra? I’m not sure I got as far down the coast as that. Do they have their own style? Perhaps I’ve heard of it, but not under that name. Maybe a demonstration
…Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Good manners compel me against a most unladylike laugh. This Privateer is all talk and bluster. Tantra…a country indeed!* I’m not at all sure which coast you’re were sailing, but not near my home of Hindustan I think. *Turning I confront you* Have you practised any yoga at /all/, Captain? *I ask with a cheeky grin and sparkle in my eye*
Jean @Capt_Bart {Chuckles to myself. Still, I am on my best behaviour, so best I temper my responses.} Of course I have, my dear … sometimes several times a night … {and sometimes all night long, but I’m not sure that’s something I should share} … although, it is some time since I sailed those waters, so my technique is probably not up to your high standards.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma Possibly not…….*still smiling* and how do you like to start your sessions…..with some gentle stretching perhaps followed by some more adventurous and vigorous positions? *As I struggle to keep an expression of genuine interest on my face*
Jean @Capt_Bart I like to start with some stretching{preferably an arm around a young ladies … shoulders followed by some flexing of fingers around whatever ties are keeping her clothing attached},and then into the more vigorous exercises {and I do mean vigorous},..and then repeat until finished. Of course, it’s thirsty work, so it’s best to drink plenty before you start{preferably rum. Lots of rum. Can’t go far wrong with rum. I could really use some rum right now. Water is so bleh}
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Taking your arm, I speak softly*Captain, come walk with me to the peace of my physic garden for I fear you are confused in your mind, and as a healer, I must attempt to put it at rest. For I mentioned Tantric Yoga, yet the unbalance in your mind confused it with Tantric sex. Now, as a hostess, it is my duty to provide you with overnight accommodation, but your Karma is disturbed. Instead of rum, I have a drink which will relax you in body and mind as well as aid digestion prior to your meal. Will you take a glass with me whilst supper is being prepared?
Jean @Capt_Bart {Looks at her suspiciously}Yoga … sex … same thing, if you do it right … and I usually do. My karma is as calm as it ever gets, and as for disturbed, I’m as normal as the next man, just ask the seagull .. er, wait, the seagull isn’t here. Alright, just ask the horse!. But ask the one with the white socks. His mate is a little stand offish.{Pauses to think.} Did you mention food? And a relaxing drink?
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Giving you a concerned look I speak to Navneet in our native tongue, following which she smiles and hurries off*The food is being prepared…..a hearty meat pie I thought and anything else you would care to request. Drinks will be served shortly but if you will excuse me I like to do some stretching before a meal. *Gracefully slipping from my sari, I take up a yoga position on the lawn* Will you not join me, Captain? Oh…and one other thing, given you will be staying here
overnight…….do you sleepwalk? Inconvenient though for a mariner I would have thought.
Jean @Capt_Bart {Tilts my head around, admiring the …. stretch}Er, sleepwalk? no, not that I know of. {Belatedly realises what she mean …. and after I gave her father my word. Rolls my eyes} Absolutely no need to lock your door on my account, dear lady.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma*As Navneet returns with the drinks, I gesture that she should serve you first* Please, as you are thirsty, start your drink whilst Navneet assists in dressing me. *Twirling gracefully before you as my sari is skilfully wrapped and tucked by Navneet I continue* You need not worry about locks, Captain. The doors to the ladies quarters have no locks as no man is allowed to enter and no man would dare.*Smiling mischievously*And how are you enjoying your drink? It’s a traditional preparation called a “Bhang Lassi.”
Jean @Capt_Bart {Sniffs the drink … shrugs, and takes a deep drink. Thick … slushy … herbs of some kind … oh great, a health drink. Still, better than water.}It’s … different. Herbal I assume?{Ponders the idea of a house without locks …}
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Taking my own pure lassi from Navneet, I settle on the bench beside you, tucking one leg underneath me, whilst running a finger along your forearm*I hope you’re enjoying the drink as its purpose is to induce an aura of calm and relaxation. Dinner won’t be long and maybe afterwards I could entertain you further? Cards? Music? Singing? Dancing? A little more yoga?*Smiling up at you* But I leave it to you to decide………
Jean @Capt_Bart {Finishes the glass and puts it down … carefully … well I am a guest, and I don’t want to break it.}My dear lady, I am your guest. I leave myself entirely in your hands.{Nods slowly and very carefully.} Entirely … in your … hands.{Wonders why everything is moving so slowly … and why it’s so dark. Then again, I don’t think I really care anymore.}
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Looking at Navneet we both burst out laughing at the effect a suitably enhanced Bhang Lassi can have on male intent. Clicking my fingers, Akbar my personal bodyguard is at my side immediately. I give instructions for the snoring Captain to be carried, with all care, to his guest quarters and placed atop the bed. As is his duty, Akbar will guard the doors to the ladies through the night, though as the captain may be prone to sleepwalking, I suggest that Akbar arm himself with a weapon of his own choosing.*”Sleep well, Captain Bart……and don’t even think about sleepwalking!”
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma * Overnight, my informants tell me that the still comatose @Capt_Bart sails next for Spain and >
Portugal and that he intends conducting business with @DonPauClaris. I smile at the effect @Navneet_Maid1‘s herbal drinks and ladies of the oldest occupation have on crew members tongues, relaxing them sufficiently into imparting information I can now use to my advantage. My father @Zafar_Bahadur1 has already drafted a letter to @DonPauClaris thanking him for the barrels containing such palatable wine he is happy to order more, and entering my fabric store, I select two bolts of the best quality silk I have available, which I will dispatch with his letter. Instructing Akbar to remain outside and guard the door against entry, I nevertheless look cautiously around to ensure I am not seen, before slipping an unaddressed letter of my own deep inside one of the bolts. Then, calling for Sanjani my seamstress, I observe as she stitches the entire package securely within hessian to guard against damage, especially from the salty air of the voyage, but also to act as a safeguard against know that I am sending the package with the thanks of my father for a delivery safely made; but when @DonPauClaris unwraps and finds the bolt of red rosette silk, he will know immediately who it is for and arrange personal delivery. @auroretrav2014, of course, will realise who the silk is from, and in her excitement, will doubtless shake out both bolts to examine them more closely in order to decide on her style of dress; at which point she will find my letter secreted inside. Nodding in approval, I consider that the contrasting colour of the unadorned second bolt of silk should enable @aimeemaid to make up the most magnificent dress for my friend @auroretrav2014. I hope she will remember me whenever she wears it……………….
Jean @Capt_Bart *ZzzzzzzzZZZzzzzz*
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Pokes with very long stick*
Jean @Capt_Bart *mutters several words no lady should ever hear and rolls over* ZzzzZZzzz
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Brings stick down sharply on derrière* Jean @Capt_Bart *Grabs the stick and yanks hard* Billy!! Cut that out! Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma Billy?! Oh well, whatever floats your boat, sailor………*grimaces*
Jean @Capt_Bart *Rolls over and lands on the floor* Who? … What ?? Where? … F** … erm …. ok, where the hell am I?
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma Good morning, Captain. I trust you slept well? *Smiles*
Jean @Capt_Bart *Peers at her suspiciously, over the bed.* What was in that drink you gave me? That wasn’t rum. *Rubs my head.* I think I slept well, but I’m not sure. Were there pink parrots here last night? Or did I dream them?
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma No, it wasn’t rum, it was a…..”herbal preparation” and you slept like a baby. And pink parrots? No…..peacocks maybe but no pink parrots. *Beckons to Navneet to bring your substantial breakfast and place it on the bed* Now, I suggest you eat up and then we can discuss the purchase of silk at a mutually agreeable price……er……and that means /my/ price!
Jean @Capt_Bart Food? *Perks up a little, then frowns* Tell me there are no herbs in this food! I think I’m allergic to herbs.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Chuckles* No herbs……and the mushrooms are guaranteed free of all magical properties as well.
Jean @Capt_Bart *Sniffs the food cautiously. It smells ok, but then that drink smelled fine as well. Listens to my stomach grumble. Oh well, what’s the worst than can happen. And a man has to eat, right? Eats a little.* This isn’t half bad. I don’t suppose your cook wants a job at sea? I guarantee a herb free working environment. And we could always adopt any pink parrots that appear. They were sort of funny looking parrots. Long necks and really long legs. Make useful lookouts though.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Ignoring your continued state of delirium, I sit gracefully on the bed whilst you continue eating* My cooks are both ladies and will not be taking to sea. And as for pink parrots with long legs and necks….I suspect they were flamingos. You must have come across them on your travels. Do mind me sitting on the bed whilst you are eating breakfast? *Innocently* I can come back later if you prefer? Or would you like to discuss business in this more /relaxed/ environment.
Jean @Capt_Bart *Swallows another mouthful of food. Rude to talk with your mouth open, or something like that. Besides, you lose bits doing that, and this is pretty good.* Sit where you like, this is your house after all. *Thinks and chews, thus dispelling the rumour that men are incapable of multitasking.* Flamingoes? Possibly. Not sure that explains the grey parrots though. Unless the seagulls are disguising themselves. *Chews some more.* So what price did you have in mind for these silk thingys?
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Smiles* There are many shops selling silk in Paris, but my silk comes from our family estates just outside Benares where we have our own weavers….and Benares silk is the best in the world for softness and vibrancy of colour. So as we produce our own silks, I /cannot/ be undercut on price by anyone. The price however depends on your orders. What do the ladies of Catalonia require and what coin do you have to pay for the silk? *Eyes narrow at the thought of doing business with a privateer*
Jean @Capt_Bart Vibrant and soft. Yes. That’s …. perfect. *How the hell did I get volunteered for this?* They want … er … silk. I mean, silk is … well, silk. Different colours I suppose. Just whatever is fashionable. I’ll leave that to you. Payment is coin. yes, I do actually have some. Not necessarily French. I have Spanish and Portugese as well. Enough for a dozen or so of those roll thingys in Paris anyway.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Stares at you aghast* Are you completely mad, Captain? My father is the Hindustani Emissary to the French Court. How will it look if I approach a Parisian money changer asking to exchange Spanish coin…..the currency of a country with which France is /not/ on good terms? And what sort of exchange rate do you think I might get? *Sighing loudly* But you are a pirate…..no I mean privateer. *Pausing to think I continue* But tell me, Captain. Do you have any gold teeth?
Jean @Capt_Bart *Swallows fast and nearly chokes.* Just the one, and that’s staying where it is, thank you very much. Alright, so you would have a problem with Spanish coin, I can see that. *Ponders and chews again.* The horse might have gold teeth. Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Pursing my lips I rise to my feet* I would so much prefer gold coin in payment, in livre or ecu. But Akbar could whip that that tooth out in a trice and you wouldn’t feel a thing. *Walking across the room my eyes alight on your clothing strewn about carelessly* It is a well known fact though that privateers have a liking for gold from which they do not care to be separated….so you would not have left it aboard your ship….would you, Captain? *Eyes alighting on your purse which I pick up and weigh expertly in my hand before walking back to the bed and tipping out the contents* Excellent….rings, chains, earrings and gold coin, all of which I will accept in payment. What say you, Captain?
Jean @Capt_Bart *Tilts my head over to one side, thinking.* My ear rings and rings? Some of those have great sentimental value. That ruby ring was given to me … er came from a lady in London. I’ve had it ages … well, a couple of weeks anyway. And that earring with the feather? That *sighs* ah, that came from Italy. She was a pretty young thing. You should have seen her dance. The things she could do with fans made from feathers … *Frowns* So apart from the ecu and livre, how many of those do you want to deprive me of for a dozen or so roll thingys, if that’s how you sell the silks?
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Sighs and looks at the ruby ring with a practised eye* The stone in this “ruby” ring is actually a spinel…..a stone of vastly inferior quality and little value. But I am not a greedy woman, so I will let you keep the tooth!
Jean @Capt_Bart The tooth wasn’t up for grabs. And Akbar had better not try it if he wants to keep his own jewels intact. Alright, so the ruby isn’t a ruby as such, it is gold. I checked. The ear ring with the feather isn’t gold, so you won’t be wanting that. The blue ring is worthless to you as well. Trust me. Damn thing is cursed. I’ve sold it 8 times, and 8 times it ends up back with me. And it’s previous owner doesn’t tend to live a long and healthy life. *Shudders* One of these days, going to get it fixed. Other than that …. half the chains. Deal?
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Laughing* Akbar need have no worries about his “crown jewels.” As guardian of the ladies quarters, he is of course a eunuch. I will deal with you, Captain…….but not for trinkets of little value and ill omen. My informants tell me you sail with this evenings tide. I have a package I would like you to deliver /personally/ to @DonPauClaris and I shall also send with you samples of all my silks and shawls, so the next time you return to Paris you should have orders from the ladies of Catalonia for lengths and bolts of silk, the weight of silk required, the colours and whether the orders are for clothing, screens, drapes, curtains, bedding coverlets, plain or embroidered silks. Also, of course whether they require yarn for stitching, buttons and lace edging. *Pausing* And depending on the orders you procure, there will be a commission in it for yourself, as it seems to me you need to start thinking in the longer term as regards your financial future. So Captain, do we have a deal and more importantly, can I trust you?
Jean @Capt_Bart *Listens to the words and nods in hopefully the right places.* Weights .. lengths .. screens .. embroidered .. yarns .. I knew I should have brought Billy. He’s good at remembering things like this. Commission? Ah, well, now we’re talking. I’ll make sure the ladies of Catalonia know all about the quality of your silks and the full versatility they offer, and at such reasonable prices as well. We have a deal, dear lady. And of course I’ll deliver your package for you. As for trusting me … *chuckles* as much as you can trust any privateer. Weren’t the wines I brought exactly as they should have been, and haven’t I been on my best behaviour. *Rubs my head and grins.* Maybe that’s not a great indication, unless unconscious counts as well behaved.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Smiling I stand and walk away* I shall go and select the samples now Captain whilst you dress and have them loaded onto your cart. *Pausing I turn back again* In my country we have a trust system, “hawala” it is called. Nobody has ever deceived me in business after I have put my trust in them……so don’t be the first, Captain. *With that I bid you Alvida – farewell – and leave the room*
Jean @Capt_Bart *Watches her leave with a thoughtful expression.* She’s going to make some man very happy some day … whether he likes it or not. Definitely an enigma that one. And not one to be crossed either. No duplicate invoicing here. All above board. *Reaches for my shirt and smiles.* I think I’m going to like being a silk salesman. Could be a nice little earner too.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma*Sitting in my morning room, warmed by the bright shafts of early spring sunlight as seasonal 
strength gradually returns to the sun, I am as satisfied as I can be that @Capt_Bart will make my delivery to @DonPauClaris without his itchy fingers tampering with the contents. The untrustworthy @Capt_Bart merely told that the package, securely stitched within hessian protection, was from my father thanking @DonPauClaris for the safe delivery of the wine barrels. On receiving the package, and as the ever reliable @DonPauClaris unwraps it, he will know immediately to deliver the bolt of red rosette silk, discreetly, to wherever @auroretrav2014 resides at present. And as @auroretrav2014 shakes out the exquisite, lush material, she too will know who it is from, my feet, imploring and inviting her to open it and renew a deep and trusting friendship so long put on hold. Through my father’s network of Emissaries, their contacts, informants, agents and spies, I know the countries through which @auroretrav2014 migrates and the danger in which she places herself. I also have information about those within her inner circle, those who can be trusted implicitly……..and @DonPauClaris is one of them. This is my first opportunity since her departure for her estates in “Gascony” to get a letter to @auroretrav2014 relatively securely, but even so, my letter remains necessarily anonymous and ambiguous…..but she /will/ understand all I have written as, tearing at the envelope, she cannot wait to read the long awaited contents. “My dearest friend, It is too long since I have written and for that I crave your forgiveness. My father continues in good health and we remain here for the foreseeable future, dividing our time between the town house and our estate just outside the city. I miss our rides in the parkland, my friend, but all the horses thrive, including those I have taken in for retirement. As you know, we have plenty of good pasture on the estate and they are more than happy to spend their lives in each other’s company, as well as in enforced idleness. Sad to say my suitor abandoned me after making a promise of marriage. He also abandoned his adjacent estate, leaving it in the care of both his land agent and estate steward. No-one knows, or will tell, why he left or what has become of him. I do not require your sympathy though, as I live a happy, fulfilling and rewarding life here and have many projects to occupy my time. The two contrasting bolts of silk should suit your delicate skin tones.I hope you like them and can find a local seamstress with sufficient skill to make you up the most magnificent dress. I should close now,but please write when you are able. Signed: Your closest and loving friend.” The letter remained unsigned but @auroretrav2014 will recognise my hand as I frown and wonder how long it might take for her to send a reply without risk to herself. And kneeling, I offer up a short prayer: “May the Gods always watch over you and keep you safe, my dearest friend @auroretrav2014
Jean @Capt_Bart 2 hours ago*Drives the cart into the docks at Paris as fast as the horses can comfortably manage.* Billy!
!
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *’ears ‘is voice and looks up, wonderin’ wha’s up.* Aye?
Jean @Capt_Bart *Pulls the cart to a halt.* Are we ready to sail with the tide?Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy*Frowns* Aye, we are.
Jean @Capt_Bart Good, Get this lot on board. Oh, and here …* Pulls the paperwork from my doublet.* You’ll be needing this. Details of the samples, what they are and what they cost. In
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Takes t’ papers.* Er …. why am I gettin’ these?Jean @Capt_Bart ly_cabinboy You’ve been promoted. Assistant silk seller. And if that Lotus Flower woman ever mentions yoga, just stand on one leg and say ummmm a lot. And don’t, ever, under any circumstances, drink anything called ‘bang a lassy’. *Shudders*Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy Bang a lassy? *Scratches my ‘ead.* Oh, you mean Bhang Lassi. Tell me you didn’
Jean @Capt_Bart *Shrugs slightly* I may have partaken of a little, in a moment of thirst. Moving on. We earn commission for any silks we sell, and those are the prices. Make sure you know which sample is which. Any new crew while I was gone?
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Frowns a’ ‘t papers.* Er, yeah, mebbe, quar’ermas’er. One guy, down a’ ‘t nex’ dock. Sounded promisin’. Said as ‘ow ‘e’d be back la’er
.Jean @Capt_Well we have no time to waste. I want to sail as soon as this lot is on board the Oracle. *Waves a thumb in the direction of the cart behind me.* I’ll go see if he’s still around. Any signs of other crew?
Billy Boy @billy_*Shrugs* Nothin’ much. Been quie’ down ‘ere
Jean @Capt_*Heads further down the docks, scanning for likely looking crew. Spies one recumbent body on the dock side. Seems a little familiar. No, it couldn’t be …. could it? @albainold ? Here in Paris? What would the old scroat be doing here? And could I persuade him to join my crew. He’s a good shot when he’s sober, which, if memory serves, is fairly rare. Then again, I seem to remember he was a fair shot when drunk too. Leans over and pokes him, wrinkling my nose at the smell of rum. Mmmmm rum. that reminds me, I need rum!* Oi, wake up, you old soak.
Albain Porcher @albainold [Snores echoing along the docks ,enough to wake the dead… grey whiskers muffle the …….moaning and muttering….smack lips together dreaming.] “Come here lass …give an old seadog a kiss” [Rolling over on the pile of sacks licking dried lips …my mouth tastes like a camel’s arse! Reaches out a gnarled hand tugging at the hem of the lithe lasses skirt] …..come on lass just a kiss…pucker up. [A sharp toe in the ribs rouses me] what’s that for lass? Give… us …a …kiss! [Squints through one wizened eye clouded by misty rum fumes…..closes the other one ….squinting for a better look… Mon Dieu!! She’s ugly and hairy….another sharp boot in the ribs….yelping like a dog …..sits up abruptly…..} Mon Deir!!!!Bart/is/ that/ you…me old mate? [Tips my hat …running gnarled fingers through wiry hair with a puzzled look]
Jean @Capt_BartAlbain! It is you, you old reprobate, What the hell are you doing here? Other than trying to drink the city dry. *Pauses, looking concerned.* Tell me you didn’t drink all the rum.
Albain Porcher @albainold Bart my friend.. [Staggers to my feet] are you taking on crew? Could do with getting my hand back in ….went to sea as a boy sick of the beatings every day. Dad a drunken sod if ever there was one…and my old lady…she made a living if you know what I mean .[cocks a brow]…..Spent many years at sea before my life changed….that’s another story[Grins with a wink] have the experience if you’ve got the guts to take on a wizened old musketeer. [A resounding Laugh resonates from deep down shaking my leathered belly causing coughing and sputtering] I blame the bilge rats for my current disposition {Thumps my chest with a closed fist….coughs and spits onto the cobbles!]
Jean @Capt_Bart Well, I could do with a Quartermaster. Sort of mislaid mine a while back. Trust me, you don’t need the details. I need someone to keep everything in order. You know me, I’m good at the fighting and giving orders, less good at the paperwork side of things. So what say you? Care to give it a go? My crew are a motley bunch, and our targets … *Lowers my voice* Our targets are mainly Spanish. Deprive them of anything we can. All for the war effort. Especially if it helps our purses. Nothing you can’t handle. *Chuckles.* Want to give it a shot? Looking for new crew too, if you know of anyone. Come on, let’s head to a tavern. All this talk is giving me a thirst.
Albain Porcher @albainold [ Grins and winks …relieving the Spanish of some weight in the galleons…slaps you on the shoulder… weaving my way along the dock with you] Quartermaster you say…You’re on my old mate ! now rum you say ….lead the way.Jean @Capt_Bart *Many hours/drinks/exchanged stories later (and no, none of the stories are repeatable in public) … stumbles back to the ship* Will someone get this pink parrot off my damn shoulder!
Albain Porcher @albainold Hold on mate I’ll get it… [ One eye closed ….swaying on unsteady legs…..grabs the parrot ….. fingers passing right through it] It’s a bloody mirage mate…Hold still! [Rocking on unsteady pins….. looks at Bart] you’re swaying…..or is it me…Mon Dieu! Keep it…..the colour matches your eyes!
Jean @Capt_Bart *Rolls my eyes, and stiffles a groan. Eye rolling is a little too energetic.* I need some sleep. I’m leaving you in charge Albain. Don’t make me regret it. I’ll take the parrot with me. *Leaves my new Quartermaster on the dock to grab any crew he can find before we sail. Hopes the ship is still here when I wake up. Well, when I say here, hopes I’m still on it … and the pink parrots aren’t.*
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //Toting my kit bag across my shoulders, ebony eyes smouldering with the desire to finally take what’s mine >> my dress that of a common swab, in baggy trouser covering curvaceous curves, fulsome breasts restrained by tight bindings, the loose man’s shirt procured at the tavern hangs limp around me transforming my womanly body into that of a young man, long silken tresses tied up underneath a rough woollen hat. Swaggering with a rolling walk head lowered avoiding scrutinising eyes. Coming to stand at a vantage point near the gantry of the Golden Oracle, able bodied seaman jostling for the chance to sign on, my profile low waiting for the chance to fool the quartermaster>>puffing on the clay pipe until the opportunity comes for me to sign on as crew. Laughing to myself the disguise will fool the inebriated quartermaster still the worse for wear from an over quota of rum>>Voice lowered into dulcets tones seizing the chance// Sir! you taking on crew?
Albain Porcher @albainold *Looking the lad up and down…..with a nod* you been to sea before Lad? *Cocking my head pulling grey bushy brows together…must be the rum! I’m seeing double*
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 That right sir that I have. Luca Fortune is the name, deck hand on my last ship// Pulling the coarse material of the hat down lower, features lowered down, gently tapping out the pipe on the cobbles>>don’t want to ignite a fire with the fumes from the his breath//
Albain Porcher @albainold *The aftermath from therum taking its toll……one last look at the lad…he will do and if not we will leave at the next port* Ok boy you’re in luck as it is….sign here if you can or just make your mark …go make yourself known to the boson! *Watches the enthusiasm of youth as he swaggers up the gantry…drags my hat down against my chest chuckling he won’t be so happy when he is swabbing the decks in a squall*
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //Making my mark in the guise of an illiterate swab, ebon eyes glint with satisfaction my deception so easily won>> concealed behind a few tatty rags>>Keeping features bowed becoming a non-person >>blending in with the scruffy crew>>.Padding silently below deck, across the creaking boards deliberately taking a hammock in a darkest corner of the crew’s quarters, kit bag stashed! Placing a supple body astride a wooden stool, packing the pipe with tobacco with deft fingers, drawing in from the pipe with much relish the smoke circling in a cloud above my head>>a catlike smile unfurls >>reaches inside a pocket for a small pouch containing amongst other oddments a small bottle of olive oil Senna soaked>> Laughing pondering if the cook needs a hand! Now Captain Jean Bart it’s time to face your nemesis.//
Jean @Capt_Bart *Stands on the deck as the dark ship cuts swiftly through the water, the salty ocean waves sending a foamy spray over the sparkling deck. Watches the crew move quickly; nimble, calloused fingers tieing and retieing ropes, hoisting sails, occasionally stopping to wipe away small trickles of sweat. They’re a good crew, happy in their work, and damn good at it too. Even the new crew members have fitted right in, Luca helping in the galley, and Albain winning the crew over with his many tall tales. And I do mean many. And definitely tall.*
Albain Porcher @albainold [Strides around the deck hands clasped behind my back……keeping a wary eye on the new lad…..keeping to himself on the aft near the mizzen mast…..Scratches the grey salt encrusted hair of my beard between thumb and other digits Keeping an eye on that one! .With a gravelly voice booming out] Put ya backs into it…..come on heave away lads…the captain needs the sails trim! [ Cocks my head at Bart with a grin]
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy Sail, HO!
Jean @Capt_Bart *Shoots a glance up to the crow’s nest where Billy is perched in his favourite position, looking intensely at the horizon.* What type of ship?
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy Spanish galleon. Long beak, only 3 mas’s, and ridin’ low in t’ wa’er.
Jean @Capt_Bart *Grins, considering the options. Spanish galleons are usually well armed, but with only 3 masts it’s not one of the bigger vessels, and riding low in the water means it’s likely fully laden. A good prize, and worth the risk.* Crew. Make chase! *Smiles broadly as the ship erupts in cheers. The crew pick up their pace, grabbing their cutlasses, pistols and grappling irons. Nods approval as we overhaul the ship in mere minutes. Jumps from the helm to the deck.* Take what you can! *Chuckles at the resounding response.* Give Nothing Back!
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //My vigilance watching with smouldering ebon eyes the silver tongued Jean Bart, now the opportunity presents itself, in the chaos exploding around the decks >> glancing back over my slender shoulder, my hand gripping the door latch leading to the lower deck>> arching a brow with a malicious smile unfurling>> laughing to myself as a plan unfolds> slinking below deck to the Captain’s cabin,the moment savoured taking in hand the pure cotton sheets from his bed, my knife now taken from its strapping under the loose fitting trouser>> the exquisite wave of pure pleasure as the knife rips through the cotton material>> rolling the strips torn from the “Masters” bedding into neat bandages for the wounded. >>delivering them to the ship’s surgeon, with a cat like smile unfurling.>>Silently returning on deck>> my look of boyish innocence head lowered returning to duty//
Albain Porcher @albainold Albain Haul away you scurvy lot…..make ready the cannons…fire at her broadside! [ Leaving the boson with the cannon crew ……draws two pistols one from my belt the other there ….Bellowing as I go] You men join the Captain! Make ready to board…..
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Looks down at t’ deck an’ frowns. What was Luca doin’ down in t’ Cap’ains Quar’ers. Should be on deck, ready if needed. Ban’ages? S’pose we migh’ be needin’ a few, bu’ now is nay time fer tha’. Some’at abou’ Luca tha’ I don’ like. Grips my muske’ tigh’er.*
Jean @Capt_Bart *Cannon booms disturb the peace of the ocean, followed by a flurry of shouts and clanging blades as manic grinning pirates confront the shaking crew of the galleon. The battle in truth is more of a skirmish, resulting in the less than honourable surrender of the Spanish captain, as he literally crawls towards me on his hands and knees. Shaking my head at the pitiful sight and the complete lack of backbone. The Spanish Captain wails and blubbers, throwing his hands together as if in prayer. Ignores him and looks to my crew.* Well ye scabbardous dogs! I shouldn’t have to tell you! Get plundering!
Albain Porcher @albainold [ Pistols fire a warning shot ..just in case one of these wailing Spaniards gets the balls to fight.. …a deep laugh rattling from a leathered belly…..bring forth a cough….clearing my throat spitting to the deck…… .not having a taste for any Spaniard] Ahoy! Bart what’s wrong with these snivelling chickens……not a Spanish cock among them! [Bart’s grins in his cheeky way…… from the galleon]
Jean @Capt_Bart *Rolls my eyes as my men look first at the bewildered Spanish crew, the Spanish Captain, still prostrate on the deck before me, and then at me. Sighs.* And tie up the crew or lock them below deck. Don’t shoot them unless they fight back. *Mutters under my breath.* This is going to do wonders for my reputation. ‘That Captain Bart is such a gentlemen. Locked us below deck while he plundered our ship. A real pleasure to be raided by him.’
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Snickers from up ‘igh. No’ sure this is t’ reputation ‘iself was aimin’ fer, bu’ if t’ enemy all fall as fast as this, makes life easy.*
Jean @Capt_Bart *Looks on as my crew scatter, moving down into the hull of the ship and returning to deck with loads of booty. Their eyes sparkle with greed and adrenaline. It takes twenty minutes to unload the vessel of its generous innards. Any other crew would have taken a good forty minutes minimum. Coin, silver, gold, a couple of chests of gems, sacks of spices and sugar, and plenty of arms. A good haul, with something to please everyone.*
Albain Porcher @albainold [Pulling bushy brows together…gold….silver…….chest over brimming with booty …and not the soft stuff you dream of at night….spices coughs…] Good haul Captain Bart!……Thinking this is thirsty work!.[Turns to leave the fo’c’sle…pistols in hand! ]You lad go lend a hand….run boy! Watches Luca sway away….something there ..Something about that lad…can’t put my finger on it.] Ay men good work……we will celebrate tonight…..extra rations of rum {The men let out a resounding cheer]
Jean @Capt_Bart *Grabs the end of a rope to swing back aboard the Golden Oracle. Leaps on top of the railing of the Spanish galleon. Turns to address the bound Spanish crew.* Gentlemen! You will always remember this as the day that your ship was plundered by the crew of the Golden Oracle.
Albain Porcher @albainold [Pulling bushy brows together with a deep resounding laugh!……coughs…and yells across to the Captain!] Good haul Captain Bart!….but where’s the Damn RUM!
Jean @Capt_Bart *Swings back to my own ship, only not quite as gracefully as planned, landing with a thump on my backside.Grumbles and eyes my crew, ignoring the giggles from Billy in the crow’s nest.* WELL! Weigh anchor! Smartly now, we don’t have all day! Albain, no rum from this lot, but it seems we have a cask of Spanish brandy. Share it out, and make it smart.
(End SL on this page for now…..SL continues on Chapter 8 (part A)
Madame De Chevreuse @MmeDeChevreuse
“Ahoy me harty pieces of eight pieces of eight !!!!!”
Jean @Capt_Bart Billy with some tall tale about dragons in Wales. Or a dragon in a whale. Something like that anyway.*
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Nods in t’ righ’ places. I’m get’in’ used ter Albain. ‘es alrigh’ really. I migh’ even star’ drivin’ carts in a straigh’ line fer ‘im. Mebbe. T’is kinda ‘ard work makin’ ’em sway like tha’.*
Albain Porcher @albainold [Old eyes glinting with mischief ….leaning back in my chair relating tall tales to young Billy about mythical dragons in a place called Wales! Slaps you on the shoulder with a congenial laughter] you’re quiet mate…What you planning? Can hear the cogs turning, you’ll do yourself a mischief one day.[Grabs in hand the bottle of rum from the table filling both tankards generously…rubs my hands together vigorously …fingers blue with the cold] Mon Dier …this weather would freeze the balls of the brass monkey!
Jean @Capt_Bart *Glances at the table a little further down the bar, with 3 Spanish soldiers playing cards and drinking wine.* I’m thinking that if I’d known that joining the army meant sitting in a bar drinking all day long, I’d have tried my hand at it years ago.
Albain Porcher @albainold [Learning back on the chair with resounding laughter resonating from my leathery belly…. } Lord Bart your undisciplined…a roguish scoundrel…hell of a nice chap… but… you in the army I think not.[Swinging back on the chair just before it and me leaves company…..landing with an undignified thud on the floor] Mon Dier!!!!!!………Get another bottle Bart….my joints need oiling!
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy T’inks if’n this pair gets any more oiled, they really will fall off.*
Jean @Capt_Bart Maybe so. *Stands up and heads to the bar.* How’s it going, Mano?
Manuel @ManoPedrosa91 Can’t complain, my friend. Well, I can, but no one listens. Especially not now Catina is working for John. I barely see her these days.
Jean @Capt_Bart *Glances at the soldiers.* Business is good though.Manuel @ManoPedrosa91 *Snorts derisively.* Don’t know how they get away with it. Would you believe, those three are supposed to be collecting supplies from the Viceroy for their division? I hope they don’t run out of bullets, bread and wine before this lot get back there.A short time later…..
Jean @Capt_Bart *Rubs my chin, with a mischievous glint in my eye.* Got written orders have they? Interesting. Mano, I think I’ve got an idea …*Waits quietly by the side of the track in a small copse, trying not to shiver. The tavern was a lot warmer.*
Albain Porcher @albainold [Stands in the shadows near Bart …..Grumbles at the cold Icy air….rubs hands together hot breath turn to mist…..knits brow together] sure they will come this way? Or are we wasting our time!
Jean @Capt_Bart This is the quickest way to the Viceroy’s castle from the town, and they’ve wasted enough of the day sitting
Jean @Capt_Bart around Mano’s tavernBilly Boy @billy_cabinboy An’ Mano slipped t’ stuff in t’ drinks? Yer sure?
Jean @Capt_Bart *Grins as I hear the approaching rattle of a cart.* Yes, I’m sure. They’re going to be feeling a little weary right about now. Shush, here they come. *Watches as the cart rolls into the small clearing, its driver barely upright on his seat, and his 2 outriders just about managing not to slide from their horses.* Now!
Albain Porcher @albainold [Gives Bart a nod……as the wagon rumbles along the track towards us what a motley bunch….this will be easy pickings] Ay Captain [Draws the pistol from my belts…holding it by the barrel….lunges forward on the Captain’s orders…nging ] Frère Jacques, frère Jacques, Din, dan, don. Din, dan, don. Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping? [Releasing a guttural laugh…..pulling first one then two drunken Spanish soldiers down to the ground from their horses with a light tap to the head with the butt of the pistol] Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong !Jean @Capt_Bart *Rushes the small group, quickly overpowering them with a couple of taps to their already sagging heads. Strips them of their uniforms and ties them up. Dumps their unconscious bodies in the undergrowth to sleep it off. And it only took a couple of minutes. Damn, but we’re good.* Alright, no time to waste. Albain and I will act as outriders. Billy, you drive the cart, and for Gods sake, keep quiet. Lord only knows what they’ll make of your Spanish accent. Speaking of which, how’s your Spanish, Albain?
Albain Porcher @albainold [Chuckles] Better than Billy’s I would think. [Takes op the reins of the horse ….Heaves the old bones up into the saddle…with a wide grin…..]Can’t understand him at the best of time…no offence Billy lad!
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Rolls me eyes.*
Jean @Capt_Bart *We make good time to the castle. Billy looks a little nervous as we approach.* Alright, now don’t forget. ‘ll do most of the talking. Keep your hats pulled down low and mumble a lot. *Hands the orders to the man at the gate, who casts a lazy eye over the cart, before nodding and opening the gates. Once inside, the Spanish themselves load the supplies onto the cart, grumbling that we were later than expected. Shrugs nonchalantly.* We had a problem with the cart. Had to stop to fix it.
Albain Porcher @albainold [Squints at the guard on the gate ….breathing heavily leaning down speaking in a low grunt to the guard….Mon Dier !these roads are dangerous……I’ve heard there are bandits and dragons attacking innocent travellers! … Waves his hand at the fumes… muttering to another guard that maybe they stopped to have a drink while they were at it. ] “The tavern was nearby, seemed a shame to pass it by completely.”
Jean @Capt_Bart *A couple of chuckles from the Spanish, ours orders are signed, and we’re on our way back to Johns with a cart, 4 horses, guns, ammunition, and food.* Damn, but we’re good. Land pirates. You think it will catch on?*Glances at the sky.* There’s a storm coming in. *Checks back over my shoulder with a grin.* In more ways than one. Probably best we set sail with the tide. Hurry those horses up, Billy. I want to be out at sea before the Spanish work out what just happened. Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Mu’ers ter miself. ‘ow come I allus ge’ t’jobs like this? ‘ow come Luca couldn’ be useful … fer once. Wanders slowly down t’ street leadin’ to Lotus, I mean Noors @OrientalEnigma ‘ome, keepin’ t’ goat on a short piece o’ rope beside me. Pauses by t’ marke’ stall outside and grins at t’ stall ‘older. Don’ reckon tha’ much ter ‘im as a trader, if’n he never notices a goat ea’in’ ‘is apples. ‘eads inter t’ courtyard. Waits fer someone ter no’ice. Don’ tek long. ‘ands over t’letter from Aurore, t’note ‘isself gave me, an’ a pouch o’ coins.* Fer t’Lady of t’ouse, or ‘er father if she ain’t ‘ere. Don’ s’pose yer go’ a bucke’ I can borrow? Only, t’ goat needs milkin’ an’ I reckon even t’ ‘alf blind fella ou’ there is gonna notice if’n I don’ milk ‘er afore we go. {End solo … Bart’s note attached}
Navneet the Maid. @Navneet_Maid1 {Chowkidar is calling me from garden to courtyard and I see boy who is speaking with strange sounding tongue and a goat. Sailor boy was with Captain sahib~~the one I give Bhang Lassi to and it make him sleep. Sailor boy is giving me letter and coin purse for Noor madam @OrientalEnigma or Zafarji @Zafar_Bahadur1 but they are not being here. This boy is not farmer boy and I am not understanding his native language. But I am seeing the poor goat has full bag so I pushes silly sailor boy onto bench and am calling to Radha and Sita to be fetching bucket for milking and refreshments for stupid boy. I am telling him off in my native tongue for not milking goat and am calling to stable boy to bring milking stool. Then I am sitting and milking goat as I do in my ancestral land as I am village raised girl and sailor boy not is knowing about livestocks. Almost a full bucket of milk I have and am carrying over to sailor boy and look at him,
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *shrugs a’ t’pretty girl* I usually drinks it. Tis not poisonous. Bit much fer one though
Navneet the Maid. @Navneet_Maid1 {Stupid boy. I gather drinking cup and give cup of milk to him and now am calling to stable boy for goat skin so he can be carrying rest of milk away. Grumbling about disturbing my daily routine, but I am smiling a little at sailor boy as I am thinking Captain sahib is the cause of him being here.} I am Navneet. Who ae you? And where is Captain Sahib being?
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy frowns* Capn’ who? Oh, you mean ‘isself. ‘es busy with … business in town. ‘sides, ‘e figured it migh’ be a bad plan fer ‘im ter be seen ‘ere … jus’ in case. *She is kinda cute. Odd accen’ bu’ cute.**wipes milk from my lip* I’m Billy. Pleased ter meet you
Navneet the Maid. @Navneet_{I am nodding and smiling} Captain sahib being at Kama Sutra place then? You no go there. Is being bad ladies and you can be getting pustules very nasty. Noor madam should reply to letter are you knowing, Biilleee?
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy Camel suit who? *frowns* Oh, no, I mean proper actual business. No push stools. *scratches me ‘ead* ‘e never said ‘owt ’bout a reply. I can come back la’er if’n you think it’d ‘elp. Bet’er get t’goat back ter its owner. Only borrowed ‘er. Been nice ter meet yer, miss. *Smiles and nods me ‘ead*
Navneet the Maid. @Navneet_Maid1 {Camels? Pushing stools? Sighing, I give food wrapped in cloth to take for eating and goatskin with milk} If you please Biillee you can be coming tomorrow and Noor madam @OrientalEnigma or Zafarji @Zafar_Bahadur1 will be having letter for Captain sahib…..but maybe you have to sail aways now? {Smiles sadly}
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *nods an’ smiles* Aye, I can be back tomorro’, we don’ sail fer a couple of days yet. See you tomorro’ miss.
Navneet the Maid.@Navneet_Maid1{Waves} Alvida~~farewell Biillee.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Looking steadily at the two letters, one from @Capt_Bart and the other from @auroretrav2014 that
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma@Navneet_Maid1 has just handed me, I fume at @Capt_Bart lack of discretion. But what to expect from a privateer? At least he can write… or I /hope/ he can and didn’t entrust his thoughts to a loquacious local letter writer. *Weighing the purse in my hand* And the coin? Is more than I expected from this trade, although probably more down to the business acumen of @billy_cabinboy. But for @Capt_Bart to have committed his thoughts on /my/ trading arrangements to paper and then make them seem /less/ than legitimate was rash indeed. Pacing the room I consider my options carefully* To close the trade route would involve loss of coin for all concerned, including the dopey @Capt_Bart. The loss of coin means little to me of course, but can I risk severing the only link to my dear friend @auroretrav2014? And how in the name of all the Gods I hold dear, did @billy_cabinboy know he was delivering a letter from @auroretrav2014 when my first dispatch was concealed in a bolt of silk to be delivered via an intermediary? From the tone of @auroretrav2014 reply it appears the gift was received intact. *Biting my lower lip as I continue pacing and thinking* Yet @auroretrav2014 I know would have been equally careful in penning her reply; her circumstances alone require that she take all possible care in what she commits to paper. *Shaking my head* Only for her dispatch to end up being carried around the back streets of Paris by those whose employment is of a purely itinerant nature.Still fuming at the irresponsibility of @Capt_Bart I settle down to read the letter from my dear friend @auroretrav2014 again…..having decided my weapon of choice should be the /only/ one men of the sea understand…..GOLD!!
Jean @Capt_Bart *Watches as Albain tries to demonstrate to Billy how he single handedly saved some damsel in distress from some huge ogre. Smiles as Billy nods in all the right places, even though I’m pretty sure he’s just humouring Albain. At least he returned from Lotus Flower @OrientalEnigma unharmed, and without the goat, which is definitely a bonus. I’m still not sure what he meant by a camel in a suit pushing stools around. Probably something that got lost in translation. Apparently, he has to return today to see if there’s a reply to my letter. He doesn’t seem too put out at that prospect. I’ll just have to drag Albain to a bar to entertain him. Oh, the hardships of being a captain.*
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma @Capt_Bart *Fumes* Idiot privateer and his rum befuddled brain. Does he not realise it’s not /where/ the silks turn up, but the nature of the illicit cargo he concealed in my initial shipment. And my line of communication to @auroretrav2014 would be severed if I adopted his plan. But I have a plan too…..and will be seeing @billy_cabinboy later.
* Wanders down t’road back ter @OrientalEnigma, with t’goat alongside again. I think t’goat is gettin’ used ter this. Not pullin’ at t’rope. In fact, s’almos’ like she likes it. Waves cheerily ter t’ stall holder outside. ‘e don’ look as ‘appy. ‘iding ‘is apples. Grins an’ whistles as I enter t’courtyard.*
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Observing @Navneet_Maid1 dressed in the lightest of summer saris
attending to @billy_cabinboy needs as an honoured guest, I welcome him* Namaste Billy. You are welcome to my father’s house. Please enter in peace and humility. ooking you up and down* And if you have any small weapons, such as a dagger, concealed about your person, please hand them to my bearer now.
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy Namaste ma’am. As’salâmu a’alaykum *’opes I said it righ’ an’ reluctan’ly ‘ands over me knife.*
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *An imperceptible look asks @Navneet_Maid1 to withdraw, but to remain at a discreet distance* Come Billy, walk with me to my private garden as I wish to speak with you and there is something I would like you to see. *Leading the way* Firstly, I’ve read the letter from the still absent @Capt_Bart and burnt it, having decided his proposal was not even worthy of a reply. But how did /you/ know the other letter for delivery was from a dear friend of mine? Don’t bother denying it, because I’m aware you knew her name before you even handed the letter to @Navneet_Maid1
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *watches Navneet ‘ead inside. She really is very pret’y. Ties’ t’goat to a railin’. Don’ wan’ ‘er eatin’summat she shouldn’. Follows a pace behin’* Bart reckoned as ‘ow it migh’ be a bad move fer ‘im to wander in ‘ere, seein’ as ‘ow tha’ fella is hangin’ around outside. An’ Albain was gonna ‘ave the let’er delivered ‘idden in summat, but ‘e was worried they’d open it and find it. ‘e figured it was safer wi’ me. T’ goat eats anythin’ if yer ask ‘er ter. An’ I was ‘appy to ‘elp. Aurore ‘as allus been nice ter me.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Absorbing your reply in silence as we reach my private garden, a huge wooden chest makes an imposing sight as it rests on a wooden bench. Aktar the bodyguard stands sentinel over it, his massive frame blocking out the sun as he glowers at you,flexing his muscles and cracking his fingers. The strength of this man so obvious he could easily lift and toss the chest the entire length of the garden with one hand as if it were a mere melon. Noticing your look of alarm I ask innocently* Oh, I’m sorry. Have you not met Aktar before?
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Shakes me ‘ead. Big bugger, but I be’ I can outrun ‘im.* No ma’am, not ‘ad t’ pleasure. *Wonders wha’s in t’ ches’ tha’ needs summat tha’ big to look af’er it. Glances aroun’, checkin’ fastes’ way out*
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *I nod at Aktar, whereupon he hurls the lid of the chest open, its contents blinding both of us on exposure to the sunlight, full to the brim of gold ornaments, jewellery, precious artefacts and coin* Tell me. What do you see Billy?
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *steps back, away from t’ ches’* I sees trouble, ma’am.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Turning to you whilst an outstretched palm points at the chest* But this is a mere speck in the eye when compared to our entire ancestral wealth. I cannot speak for my ancestors, but what I can say is that all the wealth added by my father and myself has been acquired through /honest/ trade. No-one has been cheated and all those with whom we have financial dealings, including those in our employ in this country and Hindustan, have been, and still are, treated fairly. So I have no /need/ to trade, neither do I pay bribes, and I’m sure you will agree, I have no need to accept any. *Folding my arms* It rather surprises me therefore that @Capt_Bart, with his love of gold, is not here to collect his share of the commission from the recent trade. *Frowning* Not to mention the commission due to the crew which @Capt_Bart insisted be paid to him direct to disburse. *Sighing* Such a shame as you and your shipmates have to sail imminently without your share of coin in your pockets….and /you/ having completed most of the sales work and accounting for @Capt_Bart What do you say to that, Billy?
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *scratches me ‘ead, tryin’ to work all tha’ out, an’ edges further away.* Dunno ’bout no commision, ma’am. Bart said as ‘ow the coin I brought ya was what was owed ter ya. An’ I don’ know nuffin’ ’bout any other deal ya ‘ad wiv ‘im. *edges further back again.* ‘an I don’ know wha’ ya wan’ me ter say, ma’am, bu’ I ain’ gettin’ arrested by no one fer stealin’ nuffin’ from ya, so I’ll be goin’ now. Gotta ge’ t’ goa’ back ‘ome.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma illy_cabinboy *Smiling kindly* Have no fear, Billy, this is not a trap. *Reaching into the chest I hand you two heavy gold coins* Your share of the profit and *handing you a purse from the chest* my father’s agents brought word of the number of crew on your vessel, so I am trusting you to give each of them one gold coin from this purse as their share. @Capt_Bart can collect /his/ commission when he deigns to come and speak to me about our trade arrangement. *Exhaling sharply* But as has brought no further orders this trip, there will of course be no further profit for you and your shipmates.*Gesturing to Aktar, he slams the lid of the chest shut so hard the wooden bench beneath shatters in all directions as I laugh* Gold……beloved of seafarers……and such a heavy /and/ valuable metal!
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *stares a’ coins in me ‘and. Thinks ‘bou’ ‘andin’ ’em back. Could still say as ‘ow I stole though. Mebbe best ter take ’em n’ run. Drops ’em into t’ purse and ‘ides it quick.* Never been fond of t’ stuff meself ma’am. I’ll tell Bart that t’ Dutchman better look fer a new supplier. Namaste ma’am. *Turns an’ runs, grabbin’ me knife and t’ goat on t’ way.*
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Walking back to the main courtyard I call after you* Billy! Wait please. I have a small consignment for @DonPauClaris if you will be so good as to take it to your ship and ensure delivery? Just a small Persian rug from the weavers of Isfahan, properly packaged and stitched for the voyage.
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Edges back, a li’l nervously. Takes t’rug, places it over t’ goats back. Bows me head politely.* I’ll make sure it gets there safe, ma’am.
Noor un Nisa @OrientalEnigma *Smiling at my subterfuge, as the letter addressed to @DonPauClaris enclosed with the rug suggests he might like to provenance, the weavers name, that it is of the purest silk and quantifying the high volume of knots used, thus ensuring the rug is of the highest quality. And when he does, he will realise that something else lies underneath…..my letter to @auroretrav2014 …..written on the thinnest of paper.
“Greetings my dearest friend. I hope this letter finds you well and my thanks for yours received after such a long, but necessary pause. It brought me so much relief to hear from you again and to know you are well. A ship leaves port soon, so this missive is entrusted to an honest hand, fair winds, a safe voyage and anticipated secure delivery. The weather here is still so damp and chilly that it brings a stiffness to my dear father’s bones. He suffers with his usual equanimity though, despite no sign of a recall to our ancestral land. It is my opinion that he warmer climes of our native Hindustan will benefit him greatly now. Added to which, the tensions between France and a neighbouring country have resulted in a palpable increase in tension surrounding our life in Paris, as well as adding to my father’s workload considerably. I’m pleased to hear the bolt of silk was acceptable and would so much like to see a portrait of you, my dear friend, adorned in your red silk dress when it has been made up. I should keep this correspondence necessarily brief and close now, but please find a way to write when you can.Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers, always, Noor.” 
Albain Porcher @albainold 30 minutes ago
@Capt_Bart @billy_cabinboy [Guttural low tones yell for Billy boy.]…….where are ye lad? [Mon sour he spends the day following Luca….I must agree with the lad that Luca is a strange one…..not a seaman at all…a little girlish for my liking…shakes my head….smacking me lips together having a taste for some rum..oh well needs must!]Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 // lowering my head aware that they watch me>>ebony eyes flash from under the corse woollen hat>> long tresses hidden beneath>>>the ship cutting through the water at speed the spinnaker flying free>>biding my time in my manly disguise>>cerise lips curling into a smile>> taking the clay pipe from a pocket>>>striking the flint drawing back filling my lungs>> puffing out rings of white smoke>>> I stand at the bow of the ship>>>keeping myself to myself]
{Watches as Billy clambers around the rigging. He seems a lot happier than when he returned from Lotus Flower @OrientalEnigma. He still won’t say what happened that day, but I suspect there was a vast amount of gold involved, and Billy saw the possibility for someone to accuse him of being a thief. That so called Uncle of his still has a lot to answer for. Still, he calmed down pretty quickly, even if he did refuse to let anyone else near that damn rug she wanted delivering to Don Pau. I hope she made it worth his while. And I hope Don Pau got it delivered to Aurore safely. Chuckles to myself. I could have saved them the effort and had it delivered direct, but these women will insist on playing their little games.}}{Frowns at the thought of the small package Amalure @BlackBasque2016 gave me in Saint Jean de Luz. Aurores response to Lotus Flower. Oh joy, I get to go back there. I can barely contain my excitement. I suppose I could send Billy, but after the last time, I’m not sure I’ll risk it. Or I could send Albain. Closes my eyes and shakes my head. Then again, maybe not. I suppose I’d best deliver this personally. Ah well, at least we have no other business to discuss. She hasn’t contacted my cousin at the docks, so she’s obviously decided to sell her silks elsewhere. Pity, they were good quality. And I paid her everything she was owed from that transaction. She even sent commission to the crew, which I wasn’t expecting. I guess it’s true what they say, there are some honest ones somewhere out there.}{Now I just have to work out what Billy has against Luca. I mean, alright, so I have caught him looking at me a couple of times in a way that makes me certain I don’t want to turn my back on the kid in a fight, just in case, and he’s even more shy than Billy, but he helps us where he can, maybe a little too enthusiastically sometimes, and he asks a few too many questions, usually about things that happened before he was barely knee high, but I still don’t know what’s got Billy so worried. He barely lets Luca out of his sight. Oh, Billy is subtle about it. Chuckles to myself again at that thought. Billy … subtle. He’s so subtle, I’ve even seen Albain watching Luca warily. Oh well, we’ll soon be back in Paris. That’s where Luca signed on. I can ask around, see if anyone knows anything about him. After I deliver the package to Noor. I might take Billy with me, if only to keep him away from Luca. Closes my eyes and stares towards the sky. I must be mad. Or lacking rum. Yes, that’s it. A lack of rum. I need rum.} Make sail, ye bilge rats. Let’s get this ship to Paris, and be quick about it. I can hear the rum calling me.
//Bertrand D’Ogeron a man I am honoured to call Father. So now I wait patiently for my right to sweet revenge this Captain >>womaniser and procurer of another man’s wealth will pay his debt! Ebony hues deepen the opal fire flashing accentuated by a million stars hanging like jewels in the pitch black night sky watching for an opportune moment>>Lighting the clay pipe I draw back, puffing out its billowing smoke in circles above my head, leaning against the aft mast seething with contempt >> Why should I work on laborious daily tasks, on my knees scrubbing as a common swab>> bondye.. My God how I despise Bart! I am treated by even the lowest of seamen as a dog. >>>always been watched by Bart’s watchful little monkey>>Billy>> My hands now raw from the harsh sea water>> tearing at the itchy woollen hat dragging at it freeing black cascading tresses>> leaning down tapping the pipe out on the deck.>> An irresistible urge takes me, the crew are below deck only the helmsman and the night watch are above deck, tossing the black tresses >> kicking off the worn boots they fly across the deck hitting a water butt>> unlooping the buttons to the baggy trousers, wriggling them over curvaceous hips now free from their torture, sending them in the same direction as the boots>>the shirt falls when undone down around my feet>>stepping over it , stretching up into the moonlight with satisfaction arms above my head fingers interlocked,salt spray stinging bare honey coloured flesh>> silken ebony hair falls loosely around pert breast now freed from their imprisonment >> The sense of freedom interrupted I hear scratching behind me, the ship has rats>> My god it’s @Capt_Bart ‘s little monkey mouth wide open stuttering for words he scurries below deck>>Throwing back my head long jet hair cascades in the wind>> uttering low velvet laughter uninhibited by any constraints>>these treasures are not for the pleasure of a mere boy but that of a real man ! //
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy
*Gasps fer air.* Cap’n, cap’n … Luca … isn’ a Luca …. he’s a she!!!
Jean@Capt_Bart@billy_cabinboy {Looks up as Billy bursts into my cabin.} Calm down, lad. Take a breath. Luca is a what now?
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy A girl. He’s a girl. I mean, she’s a girl.
Jean @Capt_Bart {Raises an eyebrow.} You’re sure about this?
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Glares at ‘isself.* Aye, I’m sure. She was nekkid on t’deck. She ‘as all t’ righ’ girl parts, an’ no’ t’ righ’ boy parts.
Jean @Capt_Bart 13 hours ago@billy_cabinboy {Rubs my chin, pondering this development.} Well … that’s interesting.
Albain Porcher @albainold Oh mon Dieu Bart ……[Collapses in a chair next to the desk brows pulled together not liking what I have just heard. Not one bit] A woman at sea…mark my words nothing but trouble…….and it’s a bad omen! Oh Mon Dieu
Jean @Capt_Bart {Rolls my eyes at Albain.} You do know that omen stuff is more rumour than fact, right? My last first mate was woman, and she didn’t bring us bad luck.
Albain Porcher @albainold Women are bad luck…mark my words wherever they be! [Raises knitted brows with a nod] What happened to her then?
Jean @Capt_Bart {Shrugs casually.} She was kidnapped off the ship when my last Quartermaster tried to stage a mutiny, kill me, and steal the Oracle. She got rescued by a nice man and decided to marry him. Maybe that counts as bad luck? I mean, I still haven’t found a replacement first mate.
Albain Porcher @albainold [A resounding laugh vibrates throughout the captain’s cabin shaking a leathery belly] When something better comes along..can’t see them for the sea spray…left you high and dry did she….Their nothing but trouble! One word to ye…Aimee! [Grimness at even the thought]
Jean @Capt_Bart {Shudders at the thought of the Dragon Lady as a first mate on any vessel.} Well, I suppose someone should lock Luca, or whoever he … she really is below decks until we dock in Paris. {Looks pointedly at Albain.}
Albain Porcher @albainold Don’t look at me like that……….[Folding arms across chest] Not me no…. not a enough rum on board to persuade me anyway….I’m the quartermaster…send the mad Turk !
Jean @Capt_Bart Well, I’m the Captain. It’s not my job. I can hardly send Billy. And I don’t have a first mate, as such. So that leaves you. I’m sure you can persuade the Mad Turn to help you. Who knows, maybe he’s mad enough to. {Waves my hand vaguely towards the door.} Go on, she’s female and naked, how hard could it be? {Wonders if I should rephrase that.}
Albain Porcher @albainold [Looks hard from under wiry brows] Not as hard as I like skipper! [Chuckles] Better be an extra ration! [Peering out cautiously onto the quarterdeck….there she blows….scratches my beard between forefinger and thumb ….flattery…now that’s it] Nice evening Mlle, you’re a fine looking woman for a man. Mon jour madam…o need for that! [Quite sure that the hand gesture was unnecessary…calling for the mad Turk…he throws her over his shoulder while I retrieve the clothes….she kicks and squeals like a banshee……thumping his back with closed fists……Opening the door to a spare cabin…well store room… throwing the clothes in…..holding the door open for the Mad Turk…he drops her and runs out with her foot up his derrière…slamming the door shut and turning the key in the door….we make our escape.] This calls for a rum or two….Mon jour she’s a fire cat if ever I saw one! Come on mate were wasting drinking time!
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //Swinging my leg up kicking the toad of a seaman’s backside as he retreats through the cabin door>> this was not/in/my/plan. >>gritting teeth together curling both hands into tight balls pounding the cabin door>>ing out a string of verbal abuse // “Monkey boy just you wait! Snivelling little rat >>as for you Bart you stole from my father>>I hate you!>>Scurrying bilge vermin the lot of you!!!!” Rot en enfer vous malodorantes porcs ânes (Rot in hell you foul smelling pigs asses) //Turning around leaning against the door, one last kick with the sole of the foot>>A smile curling from the corner of cerise lips I start to laugh looking down>> naked as the day I was born save for cascading tresses covering pert breasts>>cocking features to one side >>someone at least has used their head rather than their balls>>my tote bag has been thrown on the bunk bed,grinning I have clothes but better than that a dagger hidden in the lining.//
Jean @Capt_Bart {Watches from a safe distance and scratches my head in part amusement and part confusion. So I’m not completely surprised that Luca isn’t what “he” appeared to be. Without the clothes, she’s even sort of pretty. But I stole from her father? That’s a complication I probably don’t need, although it’s never stopped me before. It would be nice to know who I was dealing with though. Stole from her father … I’m not sure that narrows it down all that much. There are a fair few people in the world who may have the mistaken idea that I may have relieved them of money or goods in some unauthorised shape or form over the years. All completely innocent transactions. Well, mainly innocent. Well …. anyway, it doesn’t help me work out who she is. I suppose I could ask her, but since I know she keeps a dagger in that bag of hers, I’m not sure I’m in much of a hurry. She’ll keep, until we get to Paris anyway. Sniffs the air. And she has a point about the smell. I’ll have to suggest that Albain has a wash sometime this year. Sniffs my pits. Definitely Albain!}
// Curling my fingers into tight balls the nails digging into the palms groaning in frustration>>I/ will not/apologise for my fiery temperament! // ebony eyes glint with intensity fire burning in the depths>> that man stole from my father! I am due what I am due, and he will pay.>>his sweet flattery whispered in an innocent girls ear>> father was furious that he put me in disrepute>> I hate him.>used shamelessly for him to Steele gold from fathers fortune. >>//Moving smoothly with gliding steps hips swaying gracefully in a sensuous manner I walk towards the bunk>>sitting down on the edge of the makeshift bed >I must make plans, if he thinks I will be complacent he will have to think again> retrieving from the tote bag a clean blouse burgundy in colour cut low at the neckline>> cerise lips turning up at the corners white teeth gleaming in the candle light, glancing down on firm breast I will cut his grubby fingers off if he attempt to fondle these>a barrel stands in the corner of the dim room filled with cold water, refreshing the sculpture curves which glisten in the half-light>>patting the wet skin dry before wriggling into tight black trousers taken from the tote bag>> slipping the blouse over my head pulling the frill `down over the shoulders leaving enough flesh exposed>> Then I lace up the corset worn over the blouse nipped in tightly accentuating a tiny waist >>slipping over the corset a sleeveless waistcoat>> silken black trusses fall freely across my shoulders tilting my head to one side teasing the curls out with nimble fingers >>then wrapping a bandanna around the top of my head to keep the long tresses in place tying the ends at the back>> > lastly placing a necklace around my neck doing the clasp up at the back of my neck>> From the chain hangs a large gold cross given to me by my father.>> >>Now/I/am/ready to face my nemeses>>walking to the door>>curling my fingers around the door handle turning it but it is still locked >>>casting a look at my feet, I need my boots// Captain Jean Bart! You can hear me I know you can, let me out now! I want my boots>>>Bart let me out>>Or lose your family treasures!!!
Jean @Capt_Bart {Scratches my chin and wonders if I should just wait until we get to Paris. But my curiosity is getting the better of me.I have to know who she is. Besides, if I know who I’m supposed to have stolen something from, it might help me to explain to her that I was a completely innocent party. Well, it might help me think of a reasonable explanation anyway. Grabs an apple from the a barrel and pulls my knife from belt and starts to peel the apple.} Less of the noise please, luca, or whatever your name is. We’ve fed you, and even given you your boots back. Well, we tried to. Was there any need to throw one at the Mad Turks head? He’s a grumpy cur at the best of times. A boot upside the head did not improve his temperament. So, what is your name? And why did you join my crew? You know my name full well Jean Bart! Or would you prefer to remember me by the birthmark >> a small heart on my…..you stole my virtue and my father’s money!//Ebony eyes peppered with fire stare piercingly into his eyes through the metal bars in the door// If maybe shall we say>>you let me out we can talk about this without me doing you irreversible damage >>Joining the crew should be obvious even to you!
Jean @Capt_Bart Pretty sure even I’d remember a birthmark there, regardless of the virtue involved. {Takes a bite of the apple,absent-mindedly wiping the juice as it drips down my chin.} That door has held stronger than you, but if you want to bruise yourself, could you at least do it a little quieter. You’re disturbing the sea gulls. Now, about your father, what did you say his name was? Only, I’m having trouble working out who he was. It would be easier if you had his beard or something. {Shudders at the image in my head and chews on my apple.}
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 Itit ou deyò //Calling him a bastard in her native tongue// You know my Father full well and the trade he brought you way>> You would never have entered the port of Saint-Domingue without permission of my father>> Bertrand D’Oreron!
Jean @Capt_Bart Oh, him. Really? He’s your father? {Frowns in thought, and then shrugs.} I’m guessing you have you your mothers looks then. I don’t remember him being all that curvy. Although he did have a temper, and a mean right hook. Maybe you got that from him. What? Don’t glare at me like that, it’s a compliment. He had one of the best right hooks around.
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 Bart you presume too much>>my mother so I am told was a beauty// Arches a single brow so he does know my family, tilting my head looking thoughtfully through smouldering ebony eyes// You do realise they will be looking for me>>when they realise Captain Jean Bart kidnapped the daughter of Bertrand D’Ogeron! It will be a long fall for you and your crew from a short rope!
Jean @Capt_Bart 3 hours ago {Shakes my head.} You have this all wrong. I did not steal from your father. There are some things even I would never do. Your father was an honourable man. A little deluded in some respects, but honourable. He had these noble grandiose ideas to make honest men of a bunch of cut throats and vagabonds. I was tempted to try it for a while. It made a change from being pursued by the English navy at the time, but it wasn’t the life for me. And as soon as I realised that, I left. I thought I left on good terms. I certainly did not take anything with me that was not mine to take. And I did not kidnap you. You joined my crew willingly. Lord only knows why. Remind me to have a word with Albain about that.
//Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //Arches a brow cerise lips curl into a smile// My father will believe what ever he is told, if I say you kidnapped me then he ill take my word! Look into this face//gestures with a shake of the hand// do you believe I am that stupid>> really>>// >> you took my virtue and you will pay>> closes my fist tight banging on the door//Let me out Bart>>NOW! Ask at the Black Dog the tavern on the docks in Paris>>they know me, then we can make a deal>>just let me out you bastard!
Jean @Capt_Bart Chuckles as I turn to walk away.} Oh, please, darling. Your father blindly believes what he is told? Then age has not improved him for the better. And you unlocked that door about an hour ago. We’ll be in Paris in a few more hours. I’ll ask at the Black Dog, and if you’re still on board the Oracle when I get back, then we’ll talk. No one’s going to stop you leaving though, and in the meantime, if you could keep the noise down to a dull roar, I’d appreciate it.
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 @Capt_Bart //Pushing the door open with the flat of my hand>> it swings open>>huffing while retrieving my only boot from the floor stepping into the walkway>>Fixing my sites on his head as he walks smugly away>>a well-aimed throw hits him in the back of the head>> the corners of cerise lips pull up into a smile gleaming teeth glint in the dim light //Don’t call me darling! and you owe me a pair of boots>>Oh and I /will /not/ be/ going/ anywhere/ until I have compensation!
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Jean @Capt_Bart Come on, Billy. Hurry up. We haven’t got all day. {Nods to Albain, hoping he remembers he’s supposed to keep an eye on our “guest”, Lucia, that he bears in mind she’s armed with a knife, and that he doesn’t get completely blathered on the rum I know he has hidden behind the barrel he’s currently sitting on. His reassuring smile and wave doesn’t reassure me all that much.} Got what you need, Billy? Good, let’s go. I need to stop in at the Black Dog on our way to Lotus Flowers.
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Rolls me eyes. Stoppin’ by t’ tavern on our way. There’s a surprise.* Aye, I’ve go’ it. *Clutches t’ box Amalure gave me tigh’ly ter me ches’. A’ leas’ we’ll be away from t’ devil woman. I’ll be glad when she’s off t’ ship an’ gone.*
Jean @Capt_Bart {Ignores the eye roll, making a mental note to not let Billy spend so much time with Miguel, and sets out, smiling at a few of the prettier wenches decorating the docks. Not many of them around, but then, it is early in the day. Things will pick up by evening. Lets hope we’re back by then. Ducks into the Black Dog tavern and beckons one of the barmen over. Harry is an old reprobate, and that’s on a good day, but pirates can’t be choosers. Besides, there’s not much happens around here that Harry doesn’t hear about.} I’ll be back in a couple of hours, I hope. I want anything you know about Lucia D’Ogeron. Daughter of Bertrand. Yes, him. Yes, I am serious. Yes, I do know his reputation. It’s the daughters reputation I’m less sure of. What do you mean, which daughter? Hells teeth, don’t tell me there’s more at home like her. I told you, Lucia D’Ogeron. Don’t ask why, we’d be here all day and I have a delivery to make. {Slides some coins into his hand as a show of good faith, and ducks back out.}
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Chews me apple, waitin’ quie’ly.* Can we go now?
Jean @Capt_Bart {Chuckles.} Yes, Billy, we can go now. I know you’re eager to see that pretty young thing again. {Grins at the slight blush on the boys cheeks.} Word to the wise. Wipe the apple juice off your chin before we get there. {Heads off with a jaunty walk, whistling cheerfully.}
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Mut’ers an’ follows, thinkin’ abou’ Navneet @Navneet_Maid1. ‘er long brown ‘air, ‘er sparklin’ eyes, ‘er perfec’ skin. Tis almos’ worth goin’ back ter tha’ place ter see ‘er.*
Jean @Capt_Bart {Checks that there’s no one lurking around outside Lotus Flowers.} Seems clear, Billy. Best I stay out here though, just in case. I’d hate to be accused of bringing trouble to her front door. Remember, Lotus Flower is a friend of Aurore. She’s not going to accuse you of stealing anything. Just deliver that thing to Lotus Flower for Aurore, sorry, Amalure, and we can head back to the ship. And if you need me, yell.
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Nods an’ wipes me chin.* Aye, Aurore said t’ same thin’. As ‘ow she’s alrigh’ an’ stuff. *No’ tha’ I’m sure ’bout ‘er, bu’ I’ll give ‘er a chance. Migh’ be worth it fer a glimpse o’ t’ pre’ty one. Brushes some dus’ offa me jacke’ an’ ‘eads inter t’ courtyard, ‘opin’ I can jus’ leave t’ box an’ run. An’ mebbe catch a glimpse o’ t’ pret’y one.*
Navneet the Maid. @Navneet_Maid1 {Smiles}
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Blushes* morning, miss, go’ a box for Lotus … for Noor ma’am, from … a frien’ * ‘olds it ou’ ter ‘er*
Navneet the Maid. @Navneet_Maid1 {Gently I am reaching and opening my hand for the article} Billeee, Namaste and you are welcome in this house
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *scuffs at t’ groun’ wi’ a boo’ *no time terday, Miss, bu’ I can come back la’er, if there’s a reply or summa’ …
Navneet the Maid. @Navneet_Maid1 {Thinking you are shy like Navneet was when she first come to this Paris city so I am touching my fingers against yours as I am taking the little article and looking at your eyes pointing downwards} Noor madam is absent from residence just now. Gone to function with her father. I will give when she returns….so perhaps you come back to see if she has letter or reply for dispatch. {Pauses} And I am also thinking she is wishing to be seeing the @Capt_Bart about some transactions.
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Frowns a li’tle* I’ll be sure ter tell ‘isself, and I’ll be back. *Nods eagerly.* A couple o’ days mebbe
.Navneet the Maid. @Navneet_Maid1 {Nods and smiles in a kind way} Alvida, farewell to you Billeee and be coming back soon please….
.Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Nods some more.* Aye, miss, I’ll be back, real soon *Smiles an’ doffs me ‘at , draggin’ meself away an’ back ter ‘isslef waitin’ outside, still watchin’ o’er me shoulder as she fades from view.* While the Captains away!!!!!
@catalanlass2015 [Eye brow twitches watching the fire cat walking free……Mon Dier….there will be hell to pay…..bad luck a woman on board!..best to be civil ….scratching my backside….might have a wash with a lady on board!]
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //Strolling up onto the deck gliding effortlessly with every step, toe to heal accentuating flow of curvaceous hips >>dark brown trusses brushing against semi bare shoulders>>from the corners of cerise lips a lifts a smile towards shining ebony eyes>>amused that my appearance unnerves the comical quartermaster, Albain>>Sitting down on a deck hatch, legs parted elbows resting on my knees, slipping out a small knife from my boot>>laughing the crew seemed reluctant to give my boots back, arches a brow wondering why!>>running the knife with skill just underneath the peel of an apple taken from the barrel >>the food on board akin the pigs swill.// Good morning Albain. //Smoothing my hand over the space next to me//Come join me on this fine day.
Albain Porcher @albainold [Gives a gruff reply….bushy brows pulled together…..eyeing her with suspicion.]Things to do missy… wish you a good day.[Breaths out a sigh….Mon Dier that woman is beautiful…but dangerous…Doff my hat…taking a couple of strides past her.]
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 Albain! Don’t run away Mon Cherri //Cerise lips turning up into a glorious smile, standing from my seated position>>dipping my face with mock shyness, slinking towards Albain >>placing nimble fingers to his chest, walking then one by one slowly up to his beard hesitating momentarily to gaze into his eyes before twirling one finger through the grey hairy mass>> leaning in whispering // Tell me now Albain, where is our flamboyant Captain?
Albain Porcher @albainold [Coughs and splutters ….not sure how to take this….what does she want. Pulls away raising a knurled hand to the beard scratching the hair between fore finger and thumb] Mon Dier Lucia! What you want lass?
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 .//Tosses wild silken hair back with a flick of the hand>> laughing unashamed of my flirting// Want! Why would I want anything Albain!// twisting the chain to the gold cross around my finger>>the cross dangling delectably on bare fresh // I notice there is no first mate>>did he leave or was he killed?
Albain Porcher @albainold [The light dawns with this shenanigans…..the Wiley vixen means to trick me…AGAIN……Not this time!] he first mate, found a mate…she now …..[I trail off as Lucia hones in on the word SHE]
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 // Arching a brow over ebony eyes which darken with interest >>slinking closer to Albain the very closeness making him sputter and cough again.// A woman! So Bart does not mind a woman manning his ship! //A dark shadow I see in the corner of the eye>>Quickly drawing Albains sword he leaps backward in shock>> not noticing an intruder skulking on board>>lunging forward with lightness of step bringing me within an arm’s length of the intruder>>>>sword arm straitened>>lifting the intruders chin with the tip of the sword!// What do we have here? //Mischievously darker hues glinting through ebony eye>> tilting my head sideways towards the crew>> with a sirens smile lifting from the corners of cerise lips>>the tone of my voice taunting with velvet tones// Do we lash him to the main mast>> or cut his throat now! //Trailing the tip of the sword down with agonising slowness towards his family assists>> smile twitching with delicious intent>>raising the tip again slicing through his belt >>unleashing his trousers to the deck around his ankles, the raucous laughter of the crew sounding throughout the docks>> well-placed boot on his backside sends him reeling towards the gangplank, picking up his trousers as he runs like hell towards the tavern// That is how a woman utilise her skills Albain! // Bowing low to the crew with an exaggerated twirling arm movement to one side>>with the crew on my side Bart has no option but retain my services on this vessel>>and before the day is out>>on Bart’s return, Albain will sing my praises! //
Jean @Capt_Bart {Strides back on board the Oracle, with Billy dragging his heels somewhere behind me, lost in his own little world. Stops and looks around at the crew drinking rum, around Lucia, who seems to be regaling them with humourous stories.] Albain!!! What in hells name is going on here?
// Tilting back my head back laughing the apple leaves my hand thumping @albainold on the back of the head>>he turns quickly >> looking for the culprit>>winking at @billy_cabinboy cerise lips turning up from the corners in an innocent smile>> his>>@albainold conversation not going unnoticed with the dark stranger at the foot of the gangplank>> arching a brow in wonder at his @BlackBasque2016 business with the Golden Oracle //
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Amalure //Striding down the docks after having words with the first mate, towards the tavern, the sound from black boots on the cobbles echo in the closing evening, hooded pitch black hues look fervently from under blue black hair which falls across one eye, lips curl up into a smile uttering a fervent prayer for the liberation of the suppressed. Vigorously breezing into the tavern brushing aside the riff raff that tug at my arm, coat tail slaps against black boots on entering like a crack of a whip, pitch black hues survey though the acrid smoke hanging heavily in the room. Stoned faced elderly seamen gather around card tables their skin baked in hard lines with years spent at ea, dry cracked lips suck on clay pipes held in gnarled hands drinking hard while playing cards, indulging in the insobriety of the ladies of the night, for a price. Nodding to one old reprobate, Albain, “The old fox sheds its old hair, but not its old habits. “Basque proverb! @BlackBasque2016
Albain Porcher @albainold [Cocks my head back with a grin…..wondering what Aurore’s friend is doing in these parts….shrugs….sliding an arm around a wenches waits with a tight squeeze…then pinching her well rounded backside.]
Amalure @BlackBasque2016 //A red faced whore grabs roughly at my arm greedily offering her wares for a few coins, sweeping her away harshly, and pitch black hues glare in disdain. Taking a drink in hand I choose a table near the window with full view of the docks, sitting down leaning back in the chair, swinging leather clad legs crossed at the ankles up onto the table, the aged leather boots have seen many a campaign with my brothers in the fight against Spain. Pitch black hues survey the passing trade, countenance dipped leaning back further in the chair sipping an aperitif, hues darkening survey from under hooded brows with suspicion curled on tight lips. Finishing my drink I stand striding across the room to Albain, with a grin and flash of white teeth, dragging him to his feet he swaggers next to me falling over tables on our way out into the docks.//
Albain Porcher @albainold [ Jerking… back … chin…..one eye closed…. bushy grey brow pulled together.mumbling] th bobbles r grooving steady …steady …as sh goe !!! Oh cobblers…Amalure stop sawing…sway…. Oh Mon Dier!!!!!
Amalure @BlackBasque2016 // grabbing the old fool by the arm before he breaks his neck, we weave our away to the ship, shaking my head looking towards the top of the gangplank lifting a free hand in salute to Bart who waits on the deck of the Golden Oracle, rolling his eyes at Albain. //
Jean @Capt_Bart {Rolls my eyes at Albain, and shrugs at Amalure.}
Albain! You old soak. You were supposed to fetch supplies, not drink them. {Shakes my head as Albain wobbles past me onto the ship.}
Amalure, welcome aboard. Grab yourself a bunk and make yourself at home. Despite first appearances, my crew really do know what they’re doing. Most days. Has anyone see that gull? I’d hate to leave without him. He brings me luck. Billy, check the route is clear. Lucia, make the crew ready.
{Grins at Amalures slight look of surprise.} Yes, we have a woman on board. She might turn out to be a decent first mate. Time will tell. This isn’t her first voyage with us, we haven’t sunk yet, so whatever Albain tells you, she really isn’t bad luck.
{Pauses and reconsiders.} Well, not as such, anyway. Alright, lets get this ship moving. We need to get back to Catalan, quickly, in one piece, and without losing our passenger, so let’s work together. Albain … go sleep it off. You’ll fall overboard if you stay on deck. Or Lucia will be tempted to push you over. {Mutters under my breath.} Or I will.
{End SL – please enjoy the video} The Voyages of the Golden Oracle }
And so a new chapter begins>>>>>>>>>
Jean in the water, we stand a chance of carrying out John and Don Paus mad idea. Nods approval as Lucia guides us carefully alongside.} Not bad, not bad at all. See, Albain, she can steer a ship this size. She didn’t even bounce off the dockside, which is more than can be said for your last attempt.
{Chuckles as Lucia smirks and Albain growls, albeit with a good natured twinkle in his eye. For all his protests about women on board being bad luck, I think he has a soft spot for Lucia. Nods to Billy as he scampers ashore and heads off to see “Uncle” Jacob. Smiles to Amalure and claps him on the shoulder.}
You know the way? Good. Need an escort? {Chuckles at the raised eyebrow.} Just checking. Safe journey, my friend. Tell John, we’re going for Plan C … or was that Plan Sea {Heads down the gangplank and wanders over to meet my cousin.} Jacob, you old rouge. How’s business. I have a proposition for you. How do you fancy blockading this harbour?
Jacob Jean Jacob Lucia D’Ogeron Bosun steady as she goes! Albain await the captain’s order!
// grinning at Bart with a nod the crew are hungry for action and the promise of rum is wetting their appetite for a fight// Keep your eyes peeled Billy //I was born for this>>>laughing heatedly the bosun chuckles behind me // my little monkey boy!
Jacob Jean Billy Boy Albain Porcher 
Betty le lit Slapping him on the shoulder for his command, I scoff to myself…lecherous drunken old coot. // So where do you want it.//with a clear indication to the cutlass!//
Albain Porcher Billy Boy Jean Lucia D’Ogeron // Steadying myself as the bosun brings her about>> feet spread apart pistols ready tucked into a broad leather belt>> cutlass in hand glinting in the morning sun, shaking it three times in the air the men send up a roar //
Make ready the grappling hooks Hold fast>> mark your captain!
{Smiles and nods.} They won’t be outrunning us, that’s for sure. Alright, prepare to board. We take anything of value, and any arms. The men go free with their ship, as long as they behave themselves. If they fight back, give no quarter. Billy, keep an eye out for any other ships.
{Readies myself to board the Spanish sloop. It’s been a good day. This is the second ship we’ve boarded. e’d better make the most of it before the Spanish start sending their ships in convoy. The two of us can easily out manoeuvre a single enemy vessel, probably even two, possibly three, but if they start sending them in mass’s, we’re going o need all the arms we can find.}
Albain Porcher Lucia D’Ogeron Follow my lead >>Board and mark your man!
//Roaring like lions swinging into action the men eager for the reward>>
// the booty is ours for the taking but >>
Heed the captain well or there will be no gather all the arms >>make it so and the rum will flow tonight!
Jacob //Swinging back across to the Golden Oracle from the sloop>> dropping from the rope next to Bart like an agile cat>> leaning in giving him a full view of voluminous breasts >> dipping nibble fingers into the valley of delight >> slowly retrieving a small bag of gold >>dangling it before his eyes with a luscious smile//
Remember Bart you owe me compensation one way or another!
//throwing back my head laughing>>white teeth gleaming in the sun//
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Miguel Pedrosa say as I completely blame the parrot. That Lucia is certainly well … built.*
@Capt_Bart@miguelpedrosa91@catalanlass2015@SquawkyMcduff Captain? What is what? Oh Mon Dier …….That’s a parrot.[ shrugs]
a stowaway shouldn’t think he’d eat much and he can do the night watch!
[me belly shakes with a resounding laugh]
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Jean off the gull, he’s dinner. And try get rid of it as soon as we land. If we’re lucky, you’ll find some idiot to buy it. I do not need a damn parrot!
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*Squawk* Pieces of eight *Squawk*
Bruxa Evora 
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{{ Our appreciation to Madame De Chevreuse @MmeDeChevreuse for once again inspiring the Warpedsails team with her fantastic artwork }}
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //Strolling around the deck thumbs tucked into the black belt which secures the knife in place>> ebony eyes darken concealed under the brim of a large hat>> listening as the crew in small groups speak of treasure while quenching their thirst on rations of rum>>repeating Albain’s stories of hauntings and murder, shaking the head with lips pursed this has to stop>> and Betty firing Billy’s imagination scaring the lad half to death>>stares up with a deathly glare where Squawky is perched in the rigging bouncing while singing>> one day that parrot will go too far.//
Squawky @SquawkyMcduff *Squawk*
Now when I was a little boy And so me mother told me
That if I didn’t kiss the girls
Me lips would all grow mouldy *Squawk*
Betty le lit @BedLoving2016 {Tis an omen that parrot singing up there, an rigging banging against the main mast to his wailing, the wind this day is fair and we be sailing up this river, it’s a ill wind that what it tis.} Tis you feel your skin creeping Billy boy, so it does! A whistling sailor and a crowing bird was never no good {Diverts me attention towards a group sitting on the deck} Wasson my ansums? Give wanton lass a drink.
Albain Porcher @albainold [Gnarled hands cup me head which is pounding…….me mouth is parched and tastes like Squarky’s nest….Rolls towards Betty and the group of men she’s sat with.] Shove up Betty [I says as I sit down] Gives us half a tanker matey, is a man to die of thirst?
Billy Boy @billy_cabinboy *Grumbles … no nest ter sit in … ain’t natural … ain’t a proper ship wi’ no nest. Glances up ter make sure Squawky is alrigh’. Wish I knew where ‘e learnt all ‘is songs.*
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 Steady as she goes, mark the Captain, Albain watch the port side. // Glares in the direction of Betty who’s ample breast >> is oozing over the boson’s face// Betty!!! Put your tits away>> Bosun, take the wheel! And stop taking liberties! // seething black hues eyes widen showing my distaste>>> the crew have become undisciplined>>heels to the black boots tap in rhythm to the creaking ship in sail>> moving smoothly with gliding steps sensuous hips sway with the roll of the keel towards Bart.// What’s the depth Captain?
Jean @Capt_Bart //I sigh, for the umpteenth time.// The depth is just fine, or Billy would have yelled out. That’s why he’s sat up the stern with the lead line. //My attention switches to the river in front of us.// Perhaps you should keep an eye on your own job, Lucia, instead of watching Betty. I think we’re there. Either that, or we’re about to hit a giant stone ship that’s grounded itself on an island in the middle of the river. Alright, look lively you curs, time to get off your arses and work, move to it, lively now! Albain, put the damn rum down, there’ll be time for drinking later. Billy, get that parrot down here, and keep hold of Jack, Lucia, bring us into shore, and Betty … er … stay close to Jacob and look … useful.
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 // Arches a curved brow jet eyes narrow at Barts tone>> cerise lips curling at the corners>> placing fingertips to the point a dagger as yet un-drawn>>sweeping the other hand behind my back leaning forward into a mocking bow// Captain I bow to your superior authority>>> I know my place well>> after all you appointed me first mate and I believe my duties are to maintain some discipline with the crew // Glares at Betty with a withering look>>she slinks back>>out of site// Now shall I continue with my duties //Raises a questioning brow//
Jean @Capt_Bart //Ryan was right about this place. The waters are so calm, and there is a feeling of serenity … spoiled only by the arrival of my bickering crew.// Then keep discipline then, stop whining to me about it every time Albain gets drunk, or Betty flaunts her … assets, you’ll be hoarse in no time. Bring this thing into shore, and try not to push Albain overboard. I know it’s tempting, but do try. And can someone explain to Jack that he’s an ape, not the bosun.
Squawky @SquawkyMcduff *Squawk* The monkey wears a sailor’s clothes Now, where he got ’em from, God only knows *Squawk*
Lucia D’Ogeron @catalanlass2015 //Cerise lip lift on one corner>>ebony eyes narrowing opal flames burn deep within their hues>> Swivelling slowly on the heels of the black knee high leather boots which are worn to great advantage>>each hip sways with pronounced movement in time to the tapping of my feet walking away>>Bart has forgotten who holds the ace card>> and one day I will collect at point of knife the money he stole from my father!//
Jean @Capt_Bart ((We also have a video for you to go with this stage of the SL))
Madame De Chevreuse
Tomar Castle The main point of attraction for tourists who flock to the city of Tomar is the Castle of the Knights Templars, which houses the Convento de Cristo (Convent of Christ), declared World Heritage Site by UNESCO. Located on a hill by the Nabão River, it was built in the early 12th century, as an enclave of resistance along the border with the Muslim territories. Tomar is a daunting castle, one of the largest defensive constructions of the Iberian Peninsula. Both the castle and the Convento de Cristo—which is perched on top of a hill—were the headquarters of the Knight Templars until 1314, and from 1347, housed the Orden de Cristo (Order of Christ). The construction of the Convent of Christ lasted from the 12th to the 17th century, and a visit to this magical place is a unique experience where we can observe the evolution of the Romanesque, Gothic, Manueline and Renaissance styles. In its interior, we find two magnificent Gothic cloisters and the rotunda of the Templars, consisting of two floors sustained by eight pillars following the model of Jerusalem’s Holy Sepulcher. Another highlight—a true gem of decorative art—is the Ventana do Capitulo (Chapterhouse Window) designed by architect Diogo de Arruda, a fascinating example of Manueline style whose carvings include plant motifs, knots, twisted ropes and intricate bows. ■