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 Post subject: Re: One Good Reason (Private RP)
PostPosted: November 30th, 2016, 6:51 pm 
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"Please understand, my dear Lord Eagle," Lady Gray said with her baritone voice, "my nephew poses no threat to me or my family. He roamed the streets of Port Royal for years, like some street rat. No one has any knowledge of our connection. But I must say, I am hardly surprised that he has chosen the company of criminals," she scoffed.

Lady Gray waved with her fan for some cool air and listened to the music and chatter coming from the house. Perhaps tonight her daughter would finally have a worthy suitor to dance with.

When Lord Eagle mentioned his son, Lady Gray looked up, clearly intrigued. It was without doubt that a man as powerful as him had enemies and weaknesses. If he had crossed the seas from England all the way to Port Royal to catch this woman, she couldn't be just a petty thief. This could be an opportunity.

"Naturally, I would be more than willing to assist you, Milord. Port Royal should be protected from this witch. And if we can be rid of that mulatto in the process, that would be more than convenient."

Lady Gray closed her fan with a snap and briefly brushed with her hand past Caithair's arm and smiled.
"I feel that this might be a very profitable acquaintance for the both of us."

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"For the love of God, Guinevere." Liam let his fist land on the wooden panelling of the cabin and he started to pace through the cabin. "You claim to choose me, love no one but me." He tapped with his left hand on his chest to stress that last word. Only inches above his hand was the scar of his old bullet wound. It seemed ages ago now. Guin collapsing on the rocks. Cairbre hitting him. Rosalind hauling him into the carriage.

"But at the first test your faith in me crumbles and you turn to someone else. Someone, you say, who doesn't shut you out. But trust comes from two sides Guin. How can you demand it, if you're not giving any of it in return?"

Liam stopped pacing and turned to Guinevere. When he saw her sitting on the bed, he was reminded of the shadow of the woman he was with when they were camped out in the woods, on the run from the Redcoats. She was exhausted and in the verge of loosing grip. Like him, she looked older and carried a heavy burden.

Liam fell to his knees in front of the bed. He placed his hands on Guinevere's knees and looked up to her.
"I was taught that you need love yourself before you can love another," Liam said softly. His dark eyes locked with hers. "You need to love yourself again, Guin. Forgive yourself. Lord knows, I've been trying." Liam took Guinevere's hand in his and placed a light kiss on the inside of her wrist. "I can't turn back time. But I will try to get us back."

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Tim turned away from Bathsheba, almost as if to shield himself from her insensitivity. His face was drawn in a grimace as he tried not to notice the excitement and fondness in her voice. Tim turned back to Bathsheba, but looked straight past her when replied: "I'm sure he will" before quickly excusing himself.

He was a fool. Any man would know if he heard Bathsheba speak, if he heard her admiration in her voice, her dreams envisioned with hopeful words, where her heart truly lies. Never had she spoken to him with such longing or would she see him other than as the things he was not.
He was a fool. For hoping, for believing that something extraordinary could be possible. He only had himself to blame for shattering his own heart.

Tok. Tim's cane hit the wooden stairstep at the same as his shin. Without even realising it, Tim had mindlessly wandered over to the quarter deck. He bit back a swear and ascended the stairs to the deck, where he heard the voices of Ciaran and Cairbre. Upon hearing the latter speak Tim felt the urge to run.
Ever since he was little his first instinct was to run whenever he struggled in dark times. Back when one of his brothers died of coughing disease, he had run away from home, halfway through town. His mother had never been so furious as then when he turned up again.

But being stuck on this ship, running now seemed literally impossible. Plus that running hadn't been his strong suit lately.

Soon however, they would reach their destination. That would be his only chance, his chance to run, to get far away from Bathsheba and Cairbre, to start over.

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"When she is your soulmate, then no one ever is," Ciaran said with a sad smile on his lips. "Just make sure that you don't give up on her."
He clapped Cairbre on the shoulder with one hand while he held the wheel in the other. "The rest is up to him," he added while nodding to the dark sky filled with stars.

It was sometimes comforting to him to know that there was a reason or purpose for everything. It lightened the weight on his chest, making it a little easier to breathe; knowing that she died not solely because of him. But then in the darkest hours of the night, when his thoughts kept him from sleep, he felt this petrifying fear that his wife had only been taken away from him to punish him and that she would have to pay for it with her soul.

The sound of Tim stumbling up the deck diverted Ciaran's attention. A genuine smile appeared on his face as he called out to the boy: "And how is our Romeo doing on this night?"
Tim's pointed glare made Ciaran laugh but he did not tease the lad any further.

"What do you think, Eagle, if we keep the wind, when will we arrive at our destination?"

"Will we arrive soon?" Tim asked Cairbre eagerly, relief written over his face.

"Keen to get off this ship, are you?" Ciaran grinned. "Well, your d*mn right. I can't wait to set foot on solid ground again."

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 Post subject: Re: One Good Reason (Private RP)
PostPosted: January 1st, 2017, 7:35 pm 
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"Good," said Cathair shortly. He coldly glanced at Lady Gray's hand as it lightly brushed his arm. "Then we understand one another. I want this woman dead. She is even now hunted as a notorious criminal. I am sure that the crown would look very favourably indeed on the person who brings her to justice." He smiled briefly, an empty smile. "I look for no reward. I myself have privately put a price on her head. If you ensure that she is captured and handed over to the authorities, great favour and fortune will be bestowed upon you. So... I look forward to our cooperation, Lady Gray."

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Guinevere flinched as Liam's fist landed violently on the wooden panelling. But after that first shock, she remained silent and still, only watching him as he paced the cabin. Much of what he said was true. She realised that in his eyes, her behaviour had been capricious and frustrating. She could understand that, of course she could. But had his behaviour, at times, not seemed inconsistent? She said none of this, however. She felt that she could move past it, forget all of it, if only they could find a way to move forward together.

She looked down at Liam as he knelt beside the bed. A saddened but relieved smile formed on her lips, and she curved her hand around his.

"I know," she said softly. "And I will try, too. I'm sorry, Liam. For everything. I've been a fool. We've all of us been living in impossible circumstances. It was naive of me to expect it all to go perfectly, for you and I to live at peace whilst... whilst Cairbre is here." She reached out and tightly clasped Liam's other hand. "I know that I was wrong. Once we reach port, we can decide what to do. Things aren't working the way they are now. But I can change that. I promise." She leaned down and kissed the top of Liam's head, closing her eyes.

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 Post subject: Re: One Good Reason (Private RP)
PostPosted: February 24th, 2017, 7:16 pm 
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There it was. At last. Rocky cliffs, dense green slopes, cotton trees amidst wide fields. This was the place where he grew up. Where he on rare occasions took a picnic with his mother and Aileen after church near the bay, of where he had a vague memory of crossing the coffee fields in the Blue Mountains with his father when he was as little as five years old. He hid in the forest for an entire night once when his niece - he never was allowed to call her that- blamed him for an accident with a invaluable Chinese vase. He had feared the wrath of Lady Gray more than the wild animals in the forest.

The forests and hills became his home and Liam had often caught himself daydreaming about home after the cold and unfriendliness of England. He hoped that this could be a new beginning, that he and Guin could get away to a place where faith, colour or even the fact they were pirates didn't matter. But was there even such a place in the Carribean? And even if there was, there would still be Cairbre, who could not leave Guinevere's side. For even just his presence would ensure that every chance he and Guinevere had together was crushed.

He could almost see the harbour now, a place forever entwined in his memory with Guinevere's flaming eyes and the sweet taste of the kiss he stole from her there years ago.

Almost all the sails had been let down and over not too long they would send the long boats to help this merchant ship unload its cargo. But they would not find the captain and a complete crew on the ship, longing to go ashore. No, according to the plan Eagle and Archer had cooked up, most of them had died underway. Only the five of them had survived the illness, Cairbre the Captain, Archer as first mate, Tim and Bathsheba as passengers and dear Guinevere as the Captain's wife.

Liam felt a pang of jealousy in his stomach. It would be painful to see Guinevere on the arm of Eagle, pretend that she was his wife, while he was the deck swab of the ship.

Still another part of him was glad that Guinevere would be safely escorted off the ship, even though he could not admit that out loud.
As soon as it would become clear that almost the complete crew had died of an illness, the harbour master would order them to be put in quarantine, probably seperated. Cairbre would protect Guin and make sure that their story would hold. But Liam wondered if Cairbre had thought further than the safety of Guinevere and himself. Did he know how the situation was in Port Royal or how afraid the British were of rebellion? If he lost touch with the others.. It was more commonplace than not to be 'mistaken' for a runaway slave or to be just taken to the cotton fields. Those men and women lost their freedom forever.

No. Liam shook his head as if he literally tried to chase these thoughts away. He had to have faith in the plan and in the others. They would find a way to make it work. He needed to have more faith in himself. He knew each corner of this city and every tree in its surrounding woods. No one had a reason to suspect them.

There was no more time for worrying now. There came the long boats.

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 Post subject: Re: One Good Reason (Private RP)
PostPosted: April 19th, 2017, 7:50 pm 
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Guinevere watched the longboats approach with a horrible sense of foreboding. Her gut instinct told her that it was not a good idea to step off this ship, to make port in a thriving hub of British authority. And yet there was no turning back now. She stood beside Cairbre, her role as his wife complete down to the last detail; she even wore the golden engagement ring, the very real symbol of their promise to marry only weeks ago. Cairbre had retrieved it from his jacket pocket and presented it to her with a solemn, uncomfortable smile. He too was aware of the dreadful irony of Guinevere standing at his side, her beringed hand gently resting on his arm.

She was attired as a lady, in a fine grey dress, her hair immaculately curled. Her pale complexion was finished with a dusting of powder, and a tiny black beauty spot had been applied on her right cheek - a mark which denoted marriage in high society. Clearly despite the disastrous illness that had spread across the ship (supposedly), the captain's wife felt that it was only proper to arrive in Port Royal decently arrayed. Guin felt hugely uncomfortable, dressed up like a painted doll. But that was nothing compared to the discomfort of pretending to be her former fiance's loving and attentive wife. She glanced over her shoulder at Liam, who she knew would be feeling even worse than she did.

"Ship, ho!" There came the call from the longboats. Guin quickly turned her head, her heart thudding.

"I pray to God this will work," she said out of the corner of her mouth. She felt Cairbre reassuringly steady her hand against his arm. "Lord preserve us all if we're found out..."

"We won't be found out," Cairbre said firmly. "Not if we stick to the plan, and stick to the story."

"Story," Guin muttered. "It's more than that, it's a farce."

"Not entirely." Cairbe glanced down at the ring on her finger. "That was yours, once."

"Yes, I know... Cairbe, I don't want to talk about that this very minute..."

"Good, neither do I," he said quietly with a small smile. "Let's just all of us concentrate on making this story, or farce, look convincing. Our lives depend on it."

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 Post subject: Re: One Good Reason (Private RP)
PostPosted: May 27th, 2017, 8:34 am 
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The Harbour Master stood in the front of the first long boat. Even though the waves made the boat rock, the Harbour Master stood firmly with one hand in his side, the other in his jacket pocket and he did not waver once as the boat slowly approached the British merchant ship that had lowered its anchor near the port of Port Royal. Neat rolls of grey hair were visible under his tricorne and his golden cufflinks shone bright in the sun. The young Redcoats in the sloop observed the man in a reverent silence.

The Harbour Master was known as impeccable man. He lived with the book of law in his left hand and the Holy Bible in the other. And as a God fearing man, his life was characterised by modesty, hard work and obedience of the law. He would not be led astray by indulgences and he would make sure that no one else around him was either. He expected discipline from his wife and demanded it from his servants and underlings. The Royal Navy rewarded him for such diligence, while the men both feared and respected him.

The Harbour Master was the first to board the ship and as he stepped onto the deck, he sensed that something was off. No orders were shouted across the deck, there was a lack of usual bustling of footsteps and an empty quarterdeck. This meant trouble, the Harbour Master knew.
There were only a few people on the top deck, standing in a rather unorderly line. The man nearest to him was the Captain. He was tall and without any question British and even though the Harbour Master concluded that his uniform left something wanting, the man seemed to have the bearing of good breeding. Next to him there was a red-haired lady, presumably his wife judging by her position on the arm of the Captain. But after an infallible inspection of the woman, the Harbour Master thought she looked uneasy, as if she were not comfortable with herself or the man she was standing next to.

Next there was a tall man, clad in black. This man could better not be part of the crew, for the Harbour Master immediately knew by seeing the man's mocking smile and his leisurely posture that he was not a man of discipline and obedience. Two youngsters were standing beside him. Outcasts they looked with ragged and worn clothes. The girl looked at him, inquisitively, almost boldly. The boy had a vacant expression in his eyes, as if he was not right in the head, and he was hiding something behind his back.

Then finally a mulatto as the last of this remarkable company. The Harbour Master did not conceal his disdain for this boy, who did not even have the decency to cast his eyes down as he was supposed to. There were more than enough mulatto's in the city. Trouble that's what they were. Capable of stabbing their fellow man in the back if it was to their profit.
The Harbour Master frowned. In more than thirty years of service in the Royal Navy he had never come across such a strange group of vagabonds. But first things first: work had to be done.

The Harbour Master walked in a straight line to Cairbre and addressed him formally.
"Captain, on behalf of the Governor of Port Royal, I am here to assess whether this ship is permitted to enter the harbour. I am the Harbour Master and nobody on this ship is to move unless I have have cleared this vessel and every soul on it. According to the port regulations I shall need a full transcript of your journey's proceeding, the manifest and papers of all passengers and crew member on this ship. But more importantly, you need to tell me exactly what the devil happened here, Captain."

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