"It is but we both know how many are born without it or so seems. Even those with common sense could misstep and it be fatal." The forest was alive with game as they startled deer, grouse, pheasant and even quite a few wild turkeys. There was the usual amount of various birds, squirrels, chipmunks and even snakes. Most harmless but it was wise to be careful there too. There were rattlers especially in the more rocky areas and deeper forest. Sunlight filtered through the foliage of leaves shifting in near blinding spots at times. The light drawing pictures on the bark of trees where it filtered through, one looking like the head of a bear before gradually changing as they passed. "It is said there is still magic in these forests but the spells of the witch died with her. Some are kept out just by the rumors, beastly creatures still exist that managed to survive in spite of her demise." He wondered if she had heard such superstitions as sailors tended to speak on them a lot more. He gave a signal with the press of a finger to his lips as he slowed Mackie to a stop to listen. In spite of the sounds of the forest there was a distant one of tools being used like an axe to cut wood. Voices indiscernible from this distance and the tint of smoke just barely there in the air. He studied the trees that had grown so much in the years he was away but gradually figured them out, the markings made up a lot higher before indicating they continue a bit closer but quietly. He veered the stallion off this small road and into the forest picking his way carefully. It would bring them up to a higher point of a small mountain as the various noises grew louder.

"It is believed the highwaymen that hit and run come from here or Swan Lake. There is no proof and I believe that Ultan is either here within these walls or the other. They may still consider him useful for connections to give him sanctuary. Maybe why the two never returned." Especially if they saw Ultan or his son. "I offered to go in diplomatic relations, with a small army but Leoric put a firm no to it once realizing Ultan might be here. He made me give my word I would not do it on my own. Once the idea Ultan could be here, it was easily given for there would be a battle and I'm not ready to die let alone foolishly. He is going to hire two bounty hunters he knows in Heathfield under Pierre Lafayette, who has a lot of connections and word about port along with many other ports. If needed, the two private investigators will be hired but not if Ultan is still there. We're hoping the bounty hunters can flush them out first for they would recognize the two." It was all still being determined what was the best course of action without the need of another battle but well prepared for it now with the extra army instilled from the last. He paused again as the thunder of hooves could be heard and a group of about twenty riders, well armed were riding in from the road leading to the other Keep. "We best go," under his breath as he eased back into the fuller cover of the forest. If groups were out, they might well be keeping check on this road if they knew of it. He knew another way through the forest for having grown up here when things were quite different.

The sight of the riders had her eyes narrowing as she briefly searched for any kind of sigil or insignia to indicate their leader or their employer. The search for Ultan was a necessary one, particularly as she'd heard of the pair's plans for Montrose and various members of the Callihan family, though she was no one to consider going in. The bounty hunters would be the best option, especially if one of the two noblemen were playing host to Ultan and his son. Nodding to his suggestion of departing, she followed into the woods themselves, active mind already working on the situation and its implications. "I fear that Leoric and Gaidan may not have a choice when it comes to a battle, James, not if the two nobles are bulking up their forces and if what we saw there is any indication, they're preparing to trench in."

There was the mark of a black dragon inside a circle indicating they were from this Keep, an envoy that had been sent out to conduct business with Harman more than likely. There was one with three bands of black over the sleeve of his tunic one might get a glimpse of but certainly too dangerous at this point to linger. James saw enough for now and would report that much to Leoric without having stepped over the boundaries. He kept to his word. Once they were out of the forest, or this part of it, he helped her up before swinging up into the saddle on Mackie. He led them down along an embankment that gave way to a smooth flowing river. One of medium size but what was breathtaking was all the flowers in multitudes of colors lining its banks. Patches of wild iris in blues growing a bit higher at the very edge. Sun filtered away to fully washing over the scene as if they had come into a whole new world of its own. Otter, beaver and geese gathered in groups as well other varieties of wildlife. Little pieces of what looked like white fluff floated about in the air giving it a Fae appeal, butterflies, dragonflies also abound.

The change of scenery was welcome after the sobering sight at the village, prompting her to relax more. Studying the landscape, she had to laugh watching the otters at play. Reining in Grace to a halt, she glanced over at him. "You certainly can pick the spots, James. If you hadn't brought me here, I would never have known to look for this place. It's lovely."

"It was one of my favorites for fishing when a lad and older, a lot of rainbow trout are in there as well as other good size fish such as Bass." Taking her down to an area that opened up a little further down where there was sand for a stretch along the shore where it was more trodden down. Most likely for use as a watering area in the evening by bigger animals and the deer by day. He dismounted here, taking the moment to help her down but once to her feet and in his arms she would get a fuller, more in depth kiss. One he obviously had planned and waited for this moment. Grace even nudged her as if making sure she was as close as she could get to James. She might wonder if he taught her that.

She might wonder on it... when she had a minute to breathe and regain her wits. For the moment, she was much more interested in the kiss and the man whose arms were around her. Lifting hers to twine them around his neck, she lifted her chin to make the kiss easier and returned it with equal interest for the embrace, her body against his but not overtly pressing to him.

He drank deeply taking his time to fully kiss her complete. She would hear the result in the thicker quality of voice as he murmured against her lips, "I have fallen in love with you, Alaina." Which was a big step for him to admit such but he knew it to be true. Not expecting anything said in return as he engulfed her in his arms to just hold her a few moments with nature in one of its peaceful scenes all around them, as if to keep her safe to him. This woman he knew could take down a few men bigger than him if necessary. It was something else within him, of man and woman in this way he was feeling the profound effects of at the moment.

Held close, she kept her arms around his neck as she let his words sink into her mind. There was no doubt in her mind that he meant every blessed word; he was not a man to speak the words lightly or capriciously when hearts were involved. Closing her eyes, Alaina regained her equilibrium and her breathing, searching her heart before she offered any kind of response, choosing her words with care. "If love means my heart beats faster every time I see you, or that I count minutes until we can be together... or that I fear for you when I know you take risks, then I think you're not alone in those feelings." It was a roundabout way of expressing herself, but that was Alaina.

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Eldest Sister

It was a warm morning with a soft breeze, promising the day to get hotter still by mid afternoon at least. James had one of the household lads bring a note to Alannah, who he believed was in the kitchen helping the cook, if she could join him at her stables. He was going down to take a look over all she had done and have two of the horses saddled up. It had been a long time since he and she had time to talk without it being a family affair. They had been the first born daughter and they grew up close in their childhood. Teasing each other, competing as was normal in the way of it. He wore a loose fitting poet's shirt of tan tucked into riding pants of brown and boots that had seen many days of wear.

The note received, Alannah went to change clothes fit for riding ere she went to join James at the stables. She'd been up nigh dawn to clean stalls and tend the horses, then returned to join their father for breakfast and some time spent in tending his needs. It was coming from his rooms that she was intercepted and went to meet James. Tying her hair back in a ribband under a hat to keep her nose from burning, she wore what the Captain called divided skirt and low-heeled boots with a short sleeved blouse for the growing warmth of the day. She'd a notion the which to have saddled for him, as well as Daisy for herself.

He turned a smile her way as she approached then took her into his arms in a good brotherly hug. "You've done well with the stables here," a matter he wanted to talk with her on giving her some options. "I know the stables in Montrose could sure use your direction and hand in turning them back to what they once were. I hate to see you need abandoned the stables here so I leave the option to keep them too with an assistance in your absence to tend to them under your specifications. It would give you a reason to come visit us here at times for I know Da will be shoo'ing you out of the house if he feels you are devoting too much doting on him or hovering. You know how he gets, loves the attention but after a certain amount he is sending you out of the house yelling he's no invalid." Either choice was fine with him but he would at least offer.

"Aye, he will, but that is his way." She laughed with the thought of their father calling after her loudly and chasing her from his room. "I'd be pleased take over the stables up at Montrose, for I've come to enjoy my time spent. Can we find aught to serve as proxy here, I would be glad of it. Otherwise, I'll see to bringing my horses to Montrose to the stabling there. Have you aught in mind for the taking over, or no?" She reached up to offer Daisy a piece of carrot and then one to Merlin, a blood bay stallion she intended for him to ride.

"We can see to a proxy here. You can come down when you can, once every few months for inspections. Have the one send you a report every few weeks or as often you need. Overall your expertise will continue over the stables here. Bring any of the horses you want with you to Montrose to breed too. I can always see to getting more, or having you choose them, which might be better." He knew she could handle both even from the distance and would be seen to here. "Shall we?" as he was over to greet the stallion chosen for him, running a hand down his nose then mane. He had a small basket in case they wished a respite along the way, something to drink and eat, as these hours were for them to talk. One long overdue since he had to leave Montrose that time long ago.

"Come and meet Merlin, and to be sure I will think over what you've said. It makes rare good sense, but we'll see the how well I manage. I'll go to fetch his tack while you get acquainted. Be a good lad, Merlin." A fond pat to the bay's nose as she went into the tack room kept spotlessly clean and organized, sorting out Merlin's and Daisy's tack for riding. Alannah was proper attentive  to the details of her horses, making sure as their saddles were fitted correctly to the horse's size, and the horse itself capable of bearing the weight expected.

He and Merlin eyed each other a bit in that way of assessment between man and beast. It started the respectful rapport in getting acquainted. He would help her with the tack for riding so they had the two horses ready in short order. He well noted how clean she kept not just the stalls the horses were in but her office too. "I'm right impressed, Lanna," reverting to the childhood affection of her name besides Pumpkin. "No matter where life calls you, you should always have a few horses to take care of if not a whole stable." Which right now she would have good size stables to run. Once the horses were ready, he'd help her up even if she was right capable of it herself before swinging up into Merlin's saddle. Leaving him a moment to adjust to his weight. "I might beg of you to keep him." Giving her a wink before recalling. "Did the mare have her foal yet?" Of the pair he started her out with as a gift.

"She dropped a fortnight ago, a handsome little colt. I've taken to calling him Dodger thus far, though it's an unlovely name." Settled in her saddle as if born to it, she adjusted Daisy's reins and gave the mare a bit of a nudge out into the paddock towards the gate. "The other we expect will drop in the next month or so."

He followed alongside. "I'll have to make the time to see him, maybe a good racer in his blood. Dodger," repeating the name as he rather liked it. A chuckle followed and once out of the paddock, one of the lads seeing to closing it for them, he headed for the open fields. Wild flowers bloomed in abundance as well colors as they took their time. The field leading into another with only the need of passing through the edge of the forest. "There is a lot of game to be had here in these forests." They were situated near the royal hunting grounds with permission to hunt them. He continued through this field that became an incline leading up to a rocky area he let the stallion pick his way up through. Up and between some large boulders before it flattened out onto a plateau of grass and trees again. He chose a grassy spot where it opened up over the cliffs with a very scenic view. "Come take a look, Lanna," reining in Merlin before dismounting and leaving him to explore for some sweet grass and clover.

His words were answered with nods or quiet ayes, for she preferred concentrate on the ride and the scenery rather than talk, but as he reined in, so did she to swing down from the saddle. Landing to the grass, she left the reins loose, commanding the mare to stay with but a word ere she went stand beside him and look over the landscape. "Beautiful, aye. There is ever aught new and lovely to be seen and never the same twice."

He slid one arm around her, reminding him of a time long ago when they were little and had gone out exploring. They had found a spot much like this and spoke on their dreams of what they would one day become. "I remember a time when you spoke on riding the wind with the wild horses. How much you loved the horses and still do. I remember telling how I was going to grow up into the most noted warrior this world had ever seen. You teased me about being a Prince and finding a princess and I teased you about being a princess and finding a prince." Pretty much the gist of their long ago conversation. "Are you happy, Lanna? Do you still have dreams? I know they are no longer seen through the eyes of a child when we were much freer then to dream."

"Aye, I remember." Her lips curled in a smile full of memories of a time seemed long ago yet not as she leaned to his side and laid her head to his shoulder. "I would say a Duke is nigh to being a Prince... and perhaps it is that my brother has found a Princess to suit him?" Alannah thought on the conversation with her sisters and Cait from yesternight and raised a gaze to his face a moment. "I've dreams yet, and it's not likely as I'll cease the dreaming, but the older I grow, they change to suit the age. Simple dreams, to be sure, but they're honest and my own. The horses were one, and you saw it come to pass for me. The rest..." She tried shrugging to make it a casual remark, looking back to the scene laid for them by Nature herself.

"Aye, I've fallen in love for the first time. I plan to marry my Princess if all continues to go well. Not so simple as seen through the eyes of a young lad. She knows my feelings and shares them. So in that I've been lucky. I'm a few years older than you and it took me this long. Perhaps we are not so different still in those areas. I hope you do for it would be right proper for you to not only have children one day but to love and be loved in this way. I may not have said it often enough as the time away, living day by day to stay alive in the colonies, it brought home that if I got to see my brothers and sisters again to let them know how much I love them all. I love you very much, Lanna, even if I've never been one prone to such words and I dearly hope you one day sooner or later, have what I have found. I wish this for you most deeply as I wanted to see you have your other dreams too. But it needs to be love and that I cannot make happen for you." Although he could see to her at least having the opportunities to meet others and not just locked away in the Keep of Montrose. "Nothing less than a Prince will do," fingers gently gripping in a little tug against him for teasing that much. "Then again, the man should be a prince in your eyes."

"I'm pleased for you, James. I knew no ordinary lass would do for you, but a woman true and strong, who can stand beside you no matter the what comes." Feeling her eyes mist a bit with joy for this most beloved brother, she looked away so as not to show them. "I love you too, and I think Alaina will make you a fine wife and helpmeet. For what it is worth, you've my blessing and wish to see you two married. I'll be proud to call her sister, for knowing she stood beside you and the others in retaking Montrose." When he turned the talk to her, she sighed and let the smile fall from her face. "I've not lost hope of finding love, but I fear I'm ill-made for it, be he frog or Frog Prince. I am happy with my family, with Da and my horses. To ask for aught else seems selfish, in the way of things, but I'll not turn it away does love come for me. There's naught amiss with waiting for the truest kind that lasts, no matter what age I may be."

"I don't think our lives will be placid or dull as stubborn and set in our ways we both are but I think the love we share and intelligence to know better at times will see us through any clashes." It was the fact most of the time they saw things eye to eye. One good clash already but it proved a lot to them both and seeing their feelings either might naturally overlooked. "I can hope she becomes like a sister to my brothers and sisters and that her family likes me well enough once I meet more of them. I'm pleased you like her for it means a lot to me." Smile lifted with a dip of his head to meet her eyes. He knew they had misted before, he could tell by her voice and so gave her that space. "I know you'd not ask for more, but know that I had not, it shall come like a thief in the night to steal your heart away with the right one." He knew there was a bit of sadness they would all be feeling with somewhat of a separation with two places to seemingly divide them. Except he felt they might actually see each other more for time would be made of quality to be spared. Too often they all lived in the same place and not really see each other than passing for things taken for granted. "I will do all in my power to see this family stay strong together." He'd tow all three of their
seafaring siblings into port if need be if they slacked from their words.

"We will all do our parts. Regan has promised she'll come to visit as often as she can, and Deirdre is to come once or twice a month if not more. Adam will be the one difficult to bring round, for he feels his responsibility as Harbour Master keenly. I've few worries over Faelan and Morgan finding their way home either." Alannah permitted herself a soft laugh. "We're reunited, James, I do not think you need fear us coming apart, not with Da restored and Montrose our own home again."

"Aye, one thing that has made me very proud of you all, is the loyalty to your word and the honor in your hearts. You all do the Callihan name a great honor even with the diversity of your personalities. You will get to see me a lot, although I will be traveling too." That would be expected even if he was only stationed out of Montrose. "I wish to warn you being you are to return to Montrose and a real concern if Caoime should. There is still unrest dealing with the Earl of Cottonwood, Charles Ackerman and the adjoining lads of the Viscount of Swan Lake, Phillip Harman." She should recognize the names even if there had been little dealings with the English lords over the past decade or more. The names heard more when children. He drew in a breath here. "My concern is that Ultan may have taken up sanctuary with them and they oppose the Crown, or at least not recognizing it. The King sent two men to talk to them and they have not returned." Although no heads were sent back or such to indicate they were dead and a statement back in that way. "I cannot go in for Ultan would recognize me as well if I hired the two private investigators at this time we used here in Montrose. Two bounty hunters from these lands, respected men, are going to be assigned in flushing Ultan out if he is there in either Keep. Alive. What Ultan did makes it hard for treason deserves death. Only reason he may stay alive is out of respect to us." It was a grievous point especially were Caoime was concern. He would need make the time to talk to her, reassure her none of them held her responsible for her father or brother if he indeed was as bad.

She recalled the names well and committed them to her memory for the future. "Aye, I remember them, and will keep an eye and an ear out to aught that may be heard. As I'll keep Caoime close to the keep or with me and one of the guards does she wish venture out. It is not unlikely that Ultan and Gillean will wish reclaim her to use as a bargaining point with either those lords or other confederates in their planning." Nodding for the thoughts, she could not hide the reaction the mention of treason's accustomed sentence brought for concern for Caoime. "She knows well the price to be paid for his deeds, James, and tries to harden her heart, but it's difficult for he is yet her father, and Gillean her brother. I have told her time and again, there is not a one of us blames her for aught they did, but thank her for the care she tried to give Da best she could without raising Ultan's knowledge or bringing both to trouble. It may be best, do you ask me, to find a role for her out of Montrose where she can find her own self and place, and know herself to be a Callihan enough to regain her pride."

"If Ultan thought he could he would. I think presently they are just holding on by the skin of their teeth with little thought of Caoime. Gillean, I am not sure of and wish not to throw out the baby with the bath water. I will find a way to find out his heart. I can hope he is under pressure of his father, that Caoime might at least regain her brother if nothing more." He drew in a breath here for it tore at his heart for his cousin. She had made a huge difference in their father surviving. "I am willing to establish anything you feel suited to give this confidence back to her. I know our father would do anything for her too. She was a very big part in saving his life by saving his sanity and strengthening his will to survive or our coming would have been a mote point by the time we could. What role do you think would give her pride back?" He was relying on her expertise and wisdom in this area as she knew Caoime the best.

"It is difficult to say. She's a love of books as ever, and a talent for things not... usual." Alannah was attempting be careful in her words when speaking of her cousin for she wished be concise in defining Caoime to James. "The lass has a sensitive nature as well. Is there aught you know of who would welcome someone like Caoime, putting her to work but nurturing her heart and soul, not just her mind?"

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Departure

Darkness still shadowed his room as he moved in the silence of the hour just before dawn. The silence was near deafening or perhaps it was the weight upon shoulders and heart that made him feel this way. He knew Josh and Tamara had been up to something last night but nothing seemed to be amiss as he headed down the steps. He too knew where to step so as to not have a creaking sound peep. In this kind of silence it would be as good as a bellow. He would travel light as the one duffel bag afforded. In these situations one had to be ready to run. If possible grab anything personal so the less to grab the better. One item, the duffel bag. Simons, his long trusted butler, was up with a few words in encouragement and that the manor would be well kept in his absence. He had received word that Garath would be over early morn which would be in a few hours. The cloak was donned that hung ready in the hall, totally unaware there were some extra items in a hidden pocket. Simons saw to the door as Joe left, mounting up the ordinary roan stallion brought around. One that would be picked up at the stables behind the Thistle Tavern later in the day as he would make it on foot from there to the port and the ship getting ready to sail.

As he rode out passing through the gates, a shimmer drew down over his form changing his face to that of one known as Charles Abbott, an Englishman in his thirties. Beard with a scar hinted where the hair refused to grow leaving a small line along his jaw. Eyes were a faded blue under bushy brows and hair slightly unkempt cropped short with a receding hairline. Nose was small with a near squished look of one that had been in quite a few scraps. Cheekbones squared as well the jawline. The stallion was dropped off without question, borrowed from the McDonough stables which was quite ordinary in these lands and nothing to alert anyone of an oddity. With the duffel bag swung over a shoulder he headed the last leg of his journey here in Heathfield to the port. The ship would be leaving at dawn as the lighter shade was already hinting along the horizon before the sun coming up. Captain Milton Harris was on deck of The Sheffield as Charles boarded.

"Ah, Mr Abbott, good to see you again, it has been some years. I see you're after back to England with us again. I hope your travels have been prosperous." The older man studied the one that he considered an adventurer, mysterious one at that for the various ports he came across him. "The trip shall have good weather by all indications." Something Milton tried to schedule his runs with. He'd been caught in too many storms upon the sea in his early days and didn't care for any repeats after losing so many men during each.

Charles paused in his steps to salute the Captain respectfully. They had talked a few times but he avoided such friendships while undercover as well prying questions of the curious. A wrong thing said could cost him his head, especially with the English and well reminded himself. He hedged them with elusive, ordinary sounding answers but was wise to avoid such completely. "A good day to you Captain. Fair winds is what I wish for." The English accent came crisp and clear going well with his looks. He knew where his cabin was below that was assigned so continued from there not keeping any conversation going, leaving the Captain to his duties.

The long enough trip was uneventful, perfect in Joe's mind or rather Charles as his appearance and identity was known presently. The early morning was overcast as they ported in Southampton. One with a light drizzle, a typical day in England, rare were the ones of sunshine. The air held the oncoming winter cold this far south of the country at the ocean's edge. The Sheffield, a small brigantine, was going to be staying here for a duration from conversations he picked up. A few short trips before winter set in. Joe was counting on one of them being to Heathfield again or Kildare, which was closer, now that their port had become busier. He would prefer the trip back being on a ship he had a good idea of its captain and crew. Harris didn't seem to be directly under the thumb of England's hierarchy which was also a plus. An insignificant ship and captain, if they were even really aware of him.

Disembarking he headed for one of the better port Inns, The Dandy, one without a tavern although had a dining room that served all three meals for a reasonable charge. The rooms were plain but clean as he found in past expeditions. They would recognize him as one of many travelers that had passed through before without causing any trouble. One of an unknown background that spent a night or few and was gone. He signed the registry under Charles Abbott, before handing over a post to be sent, for a few more coins, to one Burgeous Northam in Winchester then headed for the room the key indicated. The note was simple in case intercepted by prying eyes: Birdie, I have the fusia pink silk material you so coveted from India. I'll be by soon to drop it off. CA. Birdie would not only know that he was in England but would be there in the next day or two.

Once within his room he locked the door securely behind him. He was tired he found and planned to get some sleep before an excursion this night to the portside tavern, The Blue Whale. It had been a descent place at one time but over the years in changing hands it had become a haven for the more rowdy sailors. Still it had local citizens that frequented and even some of nobility dealing in shadier deals. A place for all walks of life and information hub for its location. A perfect place to visit where something pertinent might be overheard. The crux being not to draw attention in the process or get into any of the many fights that broke out. Sometimes by their own bouncers that decided they didn't like someone just for their looks. He stashed the duffel bag under the bed before removing his cloak as he sat on its edge. It was in this process his hand happened to slide against the outside area material over the hidden pocket. It would not be noticeable to the eye but certainly to the touch of a Druid's hand.

He turned it open to the pocket, wondering what in the world he had left there, only to pull out the gift reminders from his children. Love so pure and endearing. It was honed into him that a man never cried but here alone in a place far away, he allowed all the emotions that had been regimentally confined their freedom. It wasn't the kind of heaving weeping but cheeks became wet as he sat there staring at the objects in his hand. He knew who the locks of hair belonged to as well the hand made talisman by his son, his appearance turning back to his own with the emotional release. It reminded him sharply of Maurice's words and knew he would need rein them in again. This was done as his features and overall appearance changed to Charles once more. Now that the blur of tears cleared as well, he noticed the fairy fossil seemed different. If he remembered correctly it was more a stone gray and now it seemed to have taken on a more fleshy sandstone color with hints of pinks. It seemed warmer as well, next he noticed the smaller lucky stone of Tamara's under the locks of hair. He lifted those to press a kiss, the scent of them to linger before mentally shaking it off and carefully placing them back in the secret hidden pocket as being the perfect place for them. Laying the cloak along the bottom of the bed, he then twisted around to lay down and get that sleep he was going to need in being alert this night.

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Talk on Castle Matters

The museum was completed in being restored as well the gardens, now with a blanket of white over them in winter's sleep. It was a cold day in Kildare, snow falling as seemed the norm of late. Corina had been out earlier but now sought the warmth of the castle. To the library to be exact that was a sore sight presently. Many books had been left, covered in dust as she was seeing to that task along with the help of a maid. One area was clear, an old oak table polished and clean with tea set up as she left notes to the others where she would be if they had time. They had not gathered for a meeting of late with each their own tasks to be seen to, so one was overdue. There was a stack of parchments with reports she had skimmed over as she had been allowed to see them as such affected them all.

Rosalind liked the snow as it fell well enough, to be sure, provided as she did not need to go anywhere or step outside. As was the way of things with her, she kept to the castle when the cold was strong and the flakes fell from the leaden sky. Thinking to seek out Corina for company and to see aught needed be done for the coming holiday, she went to find her by way of the library. "Corina? Are you in here?"

She'd managed to lose her ladies somehow. It wasn't that they were particularly sneaky, but they did tend to move rather quickly. Hearing a voice that sounded very familiar, Alexandra stopped into the library and looked around for a pair of golden heads.

Long blond hair was kept back held by a multi color bandana. Something bright compared to the plain gray gown worn. She was hidden by rows of shelves, some with books, some mostly barren. She was up on a sliding ladder, flicking the dust rag to dispel some devil tails. "Yes," came followed by a sneeze. Milly, down the next isle, offered a god bless you. Coming down from the ladder she moved out into the isle where seen. Smudges on her cheeks didn't stop the bright smile as she was quickly over to Rosalind first for a quick warm hug then Alexandra in turn. "I'm pleased you could make it today. Vadoma is out meeting some of the newer families as well ones not met yet." There were becoming many citizens each week as Kildare was growing now that there was a true King and even a Regent in command.

Returning the hug, she smiled warmly for the greeting. A bit of a laugh given for the smudges to fair cheeks. "You look well busy the day. Are you needing some help?" She laid her shawl aside, intending lend her hands to the re-organizing and dusting. "You ought have told me, for I'd have come when you did. Hullo, Alexandra, are you come to help as well?"

"I can, if that is what my ladies wish. But I think we might need to look into some pinafores for you." She chuckled softly. "This is obviously dusty work." Giving Corina a quick hug, and a curtsy, she reached over and gently removed one of the dust bunnies from Corina's shoulder. "But it'll be gorgeous when it's finished. A library fit for royalty, as it should be."

"It was a spur of the moment as I passed by this room earlier this morning and said to myself, it needs attending. Libraries are important and one day this room will be grand again. At least it will be clean. All the help gained makes it go faster and easier." She enjoyed their company as Millie came out long enough to dip a respectful curtsey to them all then went to get new rags and more polish. A smile flashed Millie's way, thankful for her diligent work. "This is Millie if you have not met her yet. I found her in the kitchen as an extra and decided she would do better as a personal maid." Which she could be shared with the others to keep her hands busy as she was assured it was her wish. Hard worker that saved all coins earned to help out her family. They had plenty of work besides kitchen maids that there might be too many of. Which brought to mind some organization needed.

"I think you should look over those reports as well Rosalind. They are a little upsetting but better to be known. Least the ones on the highwaymen that have ambushed ones riding alone outside the castle walls. The usually thievery and brawls that break out, some with a lot more damage than others. A few cases of men being abducted, shanghai onto ships leaving port. I think they are going to need a port master soon. Although that is more for Leo and Gaidan than us. I asked Vadoma to visit the new families, accompanied by two guards all considering, to find out by seeing firsthand what their needs are, conditions of living that maybe we can get a list and fulfill such with a Yuletide giving. Gaidan had spoken on me getting a new gown but after reading some of those reports I feel ashamed to, but would prefer contributing the money for others' needs. I have enough gowns that I can spruce up one to be more festive. It was mentioned about a feast that will be open to the citizens as well, they would not be in the grand hall, however, first for they would not all fit and secondly for security reasons but the knight's hall will be used." With the army and knights there as well, any potential uprising would be squelched.

At mention of the highwaymen, she turned ashen, but nodding, recalling well her journey to the north and the attack she herself was nigh spared thanks to the knights and the rangers. "Aye, I will see to them, however unpleasant, for it is worrisome and will need be resolved. Does it mean more in the way of patrols and knights, sure and we will need persuade Leoric and Gaidan to see it done, but more to my worries are seeing the local families do well the winter long with enough food and fuel, and those who have not yet sworn fealty to the King and Regent of Kildare." She looked over the shelves needing polish, glad for aught to do in the way of keeping her hands busy. "I understand well your feelings on new gowns, and to be certain sure, Corina, we will see to the charities of the season, but I would remind you as well, you are to be a Princess, wife to our Regent, and thus you've an image to maintain and present. I had thought much the same myself, but I am nigh in the same position as you, with wishing Leoric being proud of me. I think as we can balance the new gowns with the good works needing be done, especially come the feast and our families attending the holiday with us. Aye?"

Alexandra didn't say much, listening to the two as she went to find some pinafores, handing them off to both ladies and waiting to tie the sashes at their backs to protect their dresses. When Rosalind finished, she piped up quietly, "Lady Rosalind makes a good point, Lady Corina. People expect to see you as their future Regent Princess, or as their future Queen. I know your hearts are in the right place, but why not give some of your dresses away to those in need instead?"

She had been mulling that very thought over, balance between her feelings on gowns and those who had less. "There must be a balance between the two. If I dress elegantly enough without being overdone like many royal ladies in foreign lands, heavy with jewels and silks, fake hair and the like, it should suffice. Would it not endear the people more to see us take an effort not to flaunt what they could never have?" She took the pinafore after dusting off the front of her gown then around her waist it went as she held the sash back so they could be tied easily. Her smile brightened, "aye, I like that idea at least for ladies of families that should have them but don't have the funds for all that was taken away from them." A fancy dress would not do some ladies any good. So, they would need to determine what was appropriate. They would have a better idea once Vadoma got back, probably take quite a few outings to meet all. "We might consider joining Vadoma in this task so it gets done quicker. With plenty of guards," she knew well none of them would be allowed to wander freely outside the castle walls, definitely not past the outer walls into the wide open areas. "Gaidan said, these were for us to see so we had an idea of what goes on. There are the renegade families, where all has been quiet of late, but all the other daily issues they need address. Some we can help with, some we cannot." Which had her lips purse as before receiving the reports, she really had no idea of all the little things that mounted up for the bigger things.

"Who would think a quartet of court ladies might see aught they should not and report it back? Sure and such people tend look upon us as butterflies with naught of substance between our ears. So we might well glean aught of importance on them." Rosalind smiled suddenly, right pleased with the prospect of being a bit on the sly side for the good of the kingdom. "Aye, delivering gowns and invitations to those families, then food and sensible items to those lower should be in order the next few weeks amidst our plans for the feast, do you ask me. We could accomplish much in little time, doing two things at once. And if there is aught else be done for Gaidan and Leoric, sure we'll see it done."

Tying Corina's first, then Rosalind's, Alexandra paid attention to what plans the two were making. Once Rosalind's excited words halted, she finally interrupted to speak carefully. "That doesn't mean you should both go haring off willy-nilly into danger, my ladies. Forgive me for speaking out of place, but you're both very valuable to the King and the Regent. You can't just go visit these places on social calls. Precautions need to be taken, and you both need to be aware all the time of the danger signs so that nothing happens. And I think Vadoma and I will need to brush up on our sword skills too. You both will need personal guards that don't draw attention."

"I love the way your mind works, Rosalind," that glint in green eyes brightened with the prospect of a little adventure more than captured butterflies within the castle walls. Then came the voice of reason as eyes widened a touch Alexandra's way, "that's why we will bring you with us, to remind us of protocol... if breech," such a bit of a wicked smile. "We will get the approval of Leo and Gaidan," of course there might be some side things along the way. "A troop of guards if we venture to any outlaying villages." Although she was not so sure they would be allowed to go that far in the more lawless areas even with a troop of guards. So the question was, how did they find out on the status of those, who were also citizens of Kildare. She had that hmmm look to her features.

"Aye, do we tell them what we plan, Alexandra, aught may be done ensure our safety." She nodded in agreement with Corina, for it was oft best ask permission than apologize after the fact. "To be sure, the question is, do they allow us, and to which families of question may we go?"

"Well, when you both put it that way, I can still object, just without the valid reasons. I don't know if King Leoric or Prince Gaidan will be alright with this, though." Alexandra wouldn't, not if it was her fiance going off into unknown territories!

"Then we will just have to find out tonight at dinner. Both will be in," Gaidan had left the reports for them to go over while the two were away a couple days to see to some matters directly. Which she had gotten wind of. "Did you hear any of the rumors about the northwest section of deeper forests being inhabited by leftover beasts from when the Witch ruled? They somehow had gotten away from her rule so when she died, they were not pulled with her." It was a little unbelievable yet caused a shiver to run through her on another level that didn't have the problem of logic.

Rosalind looked surprised by that, for she'd heard naught of it. "I've not. Where did you hear such, Corina? And what manner of beasts do you speak of?" She could but imagine the sorts of creatures the Witch might leave behind and found it right frightening indeed.

"Do you mean things like the manticores and the beasts that look like bears, but they walk on their hind feet?" She'd heard some of the more wild stories, wanting to dismiss them as speculation and a taste for the sensational. Courtiers did like to scare themselves with a good story, after all.

"I was taking a walk and overheard Niall MacKinlay speaking on it with Sir Vincent before speaking on it with Leo and Gaidan. I wasn't sneaking around, they just didn't notice me." She had on commoner clothing to fit in and not having knights, soldiers and the like keep bowing as she passed. "Of course my steps stopped and I just had to listen! I heard of bird type ones with razor sharp beaks, some kind of bull dog looking one that leaped. That was enough for me to hear and not get caught eavesdropping so continued on. I'm sure Leo and Gaidan will tell us more." Which it was getting to that time to clean up for dinner, she would need to take a soaking bath for the dirt. Glance taken of a window as dusk was coming upon them then back. "We can meet here again as we will know more after tonight's meal."

"Aye, that seems a wise course to follow. We're nigh covered in dust, so there's need to tidy up ere dinner is served. And once we speak to Leoric and Gaidan, we'll better know the how to proceed with our plans." She smiled, well satisfied with the thoughts and plans the three came up with. Four, did they count Vadoma, for certain sure she would be part of it as well.

"As my ladies wish. I see Milly is waiting for you, Lady Corina, so I'll tend to Lady Rosalind this evening. I'm sure Vadoma will be waiting for you both in the dining room." They took turns waiting on the royal brothers and their
ladies at table; it was Vadoma's evening tonight.

Giving each a quick hug, "I am hungry," food and for knowledge as well. Millie curtsied to them both as she would attend Corina even if not her regular duty since Vadoma was not here. She was more a maid but had wishful dreams she might one day become a lady in waiting but satisfied to be their maid as well. "I will see you in about two hours." Knowing the time dinner would be served. Millie would take the pinafores so they could be washed. They would find when they returned to work again, it would all be done for Millie would see to it, not asked.

"Aye, that you will. Millie, it was a right pleasure meet you." Rosalind smiled to the lass and returned the hug, ere she stepped away. "Shall we go, Alexandra? There is much be done in little time to do it."

"Lead the way, milady." She curtsied as well, winking playfully at Millie as she followed Rosalind out of the library.

-e-

The Blue Whale
 
Joseph woke with a start, disoriented until the drab walls and furniture came into focus, placing him where he was. Reality setting in as he ran a hand down over his face then jolted up, remembering he was to go out this evening; wanting to get to the Blue Whale before it started to get crowded. Relief washed over him as he noted the window and still light out, hazy as it was. It had only seemed he overslept. Maurice's words once more rang through his thoughts on being careful. Even this little abbreviation from his calculated precise ways gave off some warning signals. He had thought he was more in control of events, emotions. It would be wise for him to be extra careful. Maybe it had been a mistake to take this mission on but there were none better qualified. He was grumbling to himself but the image of Charles Abbott greeted him in the mirror as he was over to splash some cold water on his face in dispelling the last dregs of sleep. Staring at the image for a moment, he recalled a time many years ago when his skill was not quite as honed. Luck played a big part or so he would swear for that night a few henchmen broke into his room at another hotel. One more sleazy than The Dandy, looking for Charles only to find a stranger in his bed and left to continue their search, leaving him alone in their rush. Of course he got up and left at that point not testing fate in that they would come back.
 
Joseph had not the skill at the time to keep the image while sleeping. In that case it had saved his hide. He shook off the thoughts as he grabbed up his cloak, the duffel bag he would leave under the bed. It only contained extra clothing and the wrapped up yards of silk he was bringing to Birdie. Nothing that could give away his real identity. Though, he could wonder if his real identity could save his hide more than the ruses he could have others perceive of his looks and even build. He wasn't willing to chance his real face to become known. Couldn't chance being linked to home. The method, in its simple form was called Beauty, a means by which one gave off that illusion no matter their true looks. A form of telepathy of perception that had others coming into contact picking it up and seeing the one as such. Joseph had mastered it beyond simple illusion. The saying the world was only how one perceived it, fell nicely with this ability. It also explained how a person with imperfect bone structure and flaws compared to what was considered perfect, could come off as beautiful or handsome even more than ones with perfect bone structure and complexion. He reeled in his thoughts as he donned the cloak and headed out. Locking the door behind him.
 
Those at the reception desk noted his departure for the evening with a nod as Charles steps were brisk giving off that feel he was in a rush and focused on wherever he was going. He brought his hood up once out the front door. Nothing extraordinary for the windy cold weather he was greeted with. Others of like were making their way along the street as well carriages passing by with ones looking out at the sights of Southhampton at night. The drizzle of earlier had turned into mists, foggy in areas that seemed to creep down the alleyways. It was one of these alleyways he turned down that the image of Charles Abbott melted away into an old man known as Ebenizer Potter. White hair of what was left on a balding pate. A cane procured from within the cloak and used as an old man would. Eyes were a cloudy hazel, a man that hibernated but became known in this particular tavern over the years. He was considered harmless, liked, even if he made no sense at all most of the time. Scrawny looking man, hollowed cheeks, teeth missing and slightly hunched over as what comes with age. Some tried to guess he had to be at least in his eighties.
 
The bouncer at the door recognized Ebb, as he was called, and saw to opening up the door for him so it didn't take him five minutes to accomplish it. "T'ank yea lad," gruff voice that even cracked as he managed his way into the tavern and over to the empty table he usually chose if not occupied already. There was an alternate one otherwise, and even an alternate on the alternate. All were ones out of the way that were not the choice tables to inhabit. Mary, a buxom copper head woman with a motherly smile and rounded face, caught sight of the old man, recognizing him immediately.  She was right over with an ale, remembering his preference, "how are we doing this balmy night, Ebb?" Winsome smile that was well practiced to gain her the tips she needed in supporting her family. For Ebb her smile was a touch warmer for the old man was not one trying to grab her when he could. Even the slight bend in setting his tankard, exposing more flesh and cleavage didn't seem to be noticed by him. For Joseph beneath Ebb, this was one of those trying moments to keep from noticing! "I be good lass, err," obviously trying to remember her name, "May," which he was gently corrected that she was Mary. "What happened to Mae?" Peering up at her with poor eyesight, "you look like Mae." Mary patted him on the shoulder giving him a wink, "enjoy your drink. I'll be by later to check on you, handsome" She had a nice sway of hips as she sauntered off to see to a few others that were coming in and settling at different tables.

Ebb was carefully trying to take a drink, hand trembled as he lifted the tankard to his lips. Lost in his own world or so it would appear. There was a lone cloaked man sitting at another table not far from him that seemed interested in watching the old man. Features were shadowed so it was uncertain exactly where he was watching or watching at all. Could easily be the door where ones came through to access the tavern. There was a younger male at the bar down one end where it curved that had sight of both the cloaked male and the old man. Three men in their fifties were gathered at another table and there was a clutch of sailors in their twenties playing cards at another. More people were coming in including three that seemed to be together but went separate ways, one to a table and two to the bar at different locations. The three middle aged gentlemen were closest to Ebb as they talked low on some recent occurrences. Those of the colonies and the ships being sent. Names of captains and their fleets. Speculations on the outcome.
 
Ebb was listening intently while froth rolled down his chin to drip on the table as it didn't quite make his mouth this time. Mary had left a cloth which he used to mop the white whiskered chin then the table. He was picking up talk on a fleet one spoke on that was sent elsewhere on another mission although the man had no details as the mission seemed even more a secret. He brought it up in case his colleagues had any information. One knew the captain, Henry Robinson. A few derogatory words to follow as another made comments of the like. The man had a negative reputation with anyone descent. They speculated on some rumors attached where the noble family of Ackerman was brought up. That then connected to comments about the son rebelling and leaving the country. The father a stern man in both business deals and family was so rumored. The third man at the table confirmed it was not just a rumor, he had connections with Ackerman the elder who he felt dealt in shadier deals but could not confirm them. Words had gotten so low with that comment and afterwards, Joseph barely made it out in spite of his acute hearing abilities. The rest he was unable to as their attention diverted to the door and words ceased completely. For anyone noticing the old man Ebb, he was concentrating on getting that tankard to his lips again and the ale down his throat and not his chin.
 
Edgar Clarke, one of many private investigators for the Crown of England, had an unusual case to resolve. He struggled his way up in law then investigations to barely get in with connections to the Crown, marginal ones so it was with a bit of luck and persistence. He was good and strove to prove himself and keep his job as well. It paid better than most other occupations. It also gained respect amongst the elite, or in some cases -- one to beware of or try paying off. He followed orders from the Crown and certain well established families in tight with the royals. A number of years back they were tracking a spy then lost his trail. Important information leaked out several times and this one remained elusive. It was an incident a few years ago where some thugs went after him, Edgar learned of and questioned, that a man known about was not the man in the room rented. Now, this occurrence could have other reasons as with the ways of these port towns but something nagged at Edgar on it that it was connected. Other information gained pointed to an undercover spy coined as the Chameleon. It was uncertain to Edgar exactly what the spy's crimes were but that part didn't matter over catching him and delivering him to the Crown authorities.

The coined name was linked to one Charles Abbott in recent fragmented information gained. Charles had not been seen in some time and so the case was stalled. Obviously the spy was not around and that would account for the absence. There was another that seemed to disappear for months or even years at a time, this was the old man that came to the Blue Whale. Now, they might not be connected for the only information linked was the absences. It was still yet to be determined if the two showed up around the same time in these intervals that would place more a connection. Neither had been seen together, in fact totally separate as it stood.

Edgar was a tall man, well built that had seen his share of fights. Considered good looking in a sharp cut of jaw look, one set in determination. Reddish brown hair and clear gray eyes. He had come to frequent the Blue Whale for a number of reasons. The least of which was the fine looking woman by the name of Mary that served him. Information flowed through this place like the drizzling rain associated with England. If one frequented enough, bits of the puzzle were gained to then take back and fit with other pieces. He passed the bouncer who didn't try to stall his entry but he always got the feel the man didn't like him solely for his occupation. Untrusting, which he could understand. He gave a nod nonetheless and headed in.
 
The investigator made his way through the common room towards the bar without direct eye contact of those within. The group of three gentlemen was first recognized, ones near the upper crust although not noblemen by birth but gained wealth. The group of sailors was typical, those faces changed from day to day although one was seen before in here. There were a few consistent patrons, especially the bouncer inside that was following his every step without disguising it. He knew the kind of silent warning that he was being watched and not all that liked. Give him a reason it all but shouted. Crown official or not. Many of those had gone missing, disappeared overnight without a trace. The same as any common man in the wrong place. The cloaked man was not recognized but then his features were shaded, nothing about him clicked nor the other few at the bar.

Edgar was immediately recognized by the three gents as well, whose conversation also switched track to ordinary mundane things such as a few social affairs coming up at certain estates. The group of sailors also noticed those that came in and Edgar's bearing, as well the information that flowed through the underground grapevines, had the one placed as an official of the law. The hooded man continued to keep to himself un-pulsed. A platter of food had been set of bread, meat and cheese with a small bowl of soup that he started to partake of. A few at the bar were talking, seemingly just met except the one that sat in a position giving him the view of Ebb as well the cloaked one. He was taking his time with his drink presently while keeping to himself.
 
-c-

Edgar's three men were stationed appropriately, all taken in with a skipping glance before resting on George, the tender of this bar. His usual of an ale was requested, something lighter than whiskey which was his preference when working. Coin left to cover it as Mary sauntered by to fill her tray. She gave him the usual sassy look without a word before she was off in that graceful sway of hips. It had him turning to watch as it was one of the highlights in his line of work. It was then he caught sight of Ebb at a table and headed straight over, all thoughts on Mary gone. Coming up alongside the chair adjacent, "mind if I have a seat?" He intended to talk to the old man since his last appearance and tracking him so far had led to dead ends, seizing the moment finding him in the flesh.

Joseph could feel the change in the air as soon as this particular man walked in. He was not one he had come across so was fairly new in his position with the English Crown. A new face but like the sailors he could tell by his bearing what he was. Ebb was mopping off his whiskers again as dull eyes lifted to try and peer at the man. "You be wanting my chair? I think you can take any of the other three. I'll not be needing those although I don't think you need all three. One should do for you. There are a few tables left you can grab one still that already have chairs there." He was rattling on purposely mistaking the man's intentions.
 
A smile appeared, in spite of the gravity of the situation. Edgar was well aware of all those who were in the common room but they were unimportant at the moment. His focus was fully on the old man. "This one will be fine." He leaned forward against the back of the chair while he spoke. "You're called Ebb. I'm Edgar. Mind if we talk a bit?" He tried to keep his voice friendly, a man just trying to make conversation even if some knew who he really was.
 
He left the puddle the tankard had left in front of where Edgar was to sit, "eh? Edgar." Peering at him more. "Edgar Remmington, sure - sure, have a seat. How is your place in Sussex? Your lovely wife and children? It's been years, eh.. three, five, ten?" As he was trying to figure it out. The oddity Edgar might find, or his drink was having a super effect, was the more he kept focus on Ebb's face consistently it would seem to shift, minutely, kind that left one wondering if their eyes were playing tricks on them. Like a subtle ripple over still water only to smooth out again. Could be the smoke as well for layers were drifting by. "Have this seat," he repeated like it was the best one in the whole tavern as he shoved his foot against the one leg as one trying to nudge it out even if tipped with his weight, might well tip more instead.

He resisted rubbing his eyes as the old man spoke, choosing to blink once instead. "Right. The family is fine. Sussex is lovely this time of year. Quite festive." He wasn't above using the mistaken identity if it helped gain the information he needed. He caught the chair before it tipped and pulled it out, though he made sure to sit away from the puddle. "How have you been since we talked last? Spending time in the city or the country? Didn't you spend time near the coast?" He leaned back in the chair, trying to maintain a casual appearance.

He scratched at his whiskers with so many questions aimed his way and went off onto his own tangent instead. "Did I tell you about me dog, Red? He was a fine setter that hunted with me. Lands use to be a lot different in my time. More forests and game in them. Things sure did change everywhere. Did you say your wife and children are doing well? How old are they now? The children that is." Knowing well the man was just going along with the mistaken identity. One made up on his part as well. "What did you say your last name was again?" Hand trembled lifting the tankard again as ale sloshed down from the sides of his mouth before it dropped completely, spilling over onto the table that would have it run down onto Edgar's leg. He grabbed the cloth and tried sopping it up but the strokes only helped the ale on its way over Edgar's lap for the sweeping motion.

He took a deep breath as the man went off in another direction. "Well, and near grown. I was asking how you've been and where. Did a lot of ... " His questions were cut off as the tankard was dropped. He jumped up, knocking the chair back, and stepped back, staring down at his soaked leg and lap. "It's all right. Let's get you another drink." He motioned to Mary to bring both another cloth and a tankard. At least his coat would cover the wet.

"I've got rheumatism you know." Like it had been a long topic before. "Starts up me right leg, runs up to me shoulders then down me left leg." Talking away as Edgar saw to the mess he just put him in. "It's only ale and will dry." Like Ebb never noticed the stench ale left in clothing it dried on. "Me pappy had the same condition and could tell the weather just by what joint ached him that day. Did I tell you about me dog Red?" Mary was over with fresh towels to help clean up the mess. Another tankard of ale for Ebb was also set in replacement. A sweet smile to Ebb knowing at his age accidents happened and a slight piercing look at Edgar for upsetting the man, or so assumed for him going to the table and questioning him. She was off in a flurry near as quickly as she came for she had a growing crowd to take care of. Another of the barmaids arriving and setting to work as well.
 
He growled under his breath but waited until the barmaid left. Whatever patience he had left was worn thin, not only from the fact that he was soaked and would smell like ale for the rest of the night but because of the look from Mary. "No, you haven't told me about your dog. And I don't want to hear. I want answers. Do you know a man named Charles Abbot or the one known as the Chameleon?" He leaned forward. "And answer me. I don't need a tale or evasive answer." His eyes narrowed as he watched the old man.

"Yea gots an attitude there laddie that wont get you far in the world." Hazy eyes grew wider, "lion?" With a frantic look around the place as if such a beast was inside. He was up taking his cane that he hung over the back of his chair earlier to wield it at Edgar. The crowd was already starting to stir when the ale was spilled and attention drawn to both Edgar and Ebb. A couple of the sailors had moved from their table and gravitated in that direction. One, large bulky man bumped into Edger's back, hard, as they seemed to be passing through.

He was about to answer Ebb when the man started to swing his cane. Aware of the crowd watching, Edgar started to grab for it when the sailor bumped him from behind, pushing him into the table hard enough that he winced. His three men were up and moving toward the table to deal with the sailors and make sure they didn't interfere. They were burly men but that didn't seem to bother the sailors. While they were occupied, Edgar grabbed hold of Ebb's wrist to stop the use of the cane. He grabbed the man by his cloak and tried to force him toward the door. "Come with me," stern command boding no resistance.

The sailors started throwing punches while the three gentlemen looked on then passed a look to each other before they were up to join in the fun. They had their own gripe against the Crown investigator. Max, the bouncer inside, was moving through the crowd avoiding the ones fighting to grab hold of Edgar and pull him off Ebb. The bouncer outside the door heard the commotion and was immediately in to try and break up the fight. A couple more of George's men were coming from a back hall at a run. Ebb let used the cane like a staff to try and push himself from Edgar as one of the sailors grabbed a chair and swung it, hitting Ebb instead as he pushed away into the line of the swing. It sent him staggering, or more pushed through those who were fighting as others got up from their seats to join in, choosing sides or just to fight.

The younger man at the bar moved from the seat he'd occupied as the hooded man remained at his table, leisurely having a cigar. The smoke curling up and around his hood, leaving his features still in shadow. Ebb fell behind an upturned table, half dazed for the hit to the back of his head and shoulders. Fighting to remain conscious in a losing battle, Joseph's features shifted but in the image of Charles Abbott, not himself. Falling to the floor in a half turn exposing his face where the hooded man saw the change as he'd been watching. Table and seat were vacated as he was skirting the chaotic crowd fighting, giving an upnod to the younger fellow near the bar who was just as quick moving in that direction. Joseph knew he was not going to stay conscious for the black that started to cloud his vision. Last thing he remembered was being pulled at by strong hands. A few words were spared between the hooded man to the younger as they made use of one of the back halls and an exit down another which they obviously knew about, taking Ebb/Charles with them.

He hadn't wanted the old man to be hurt but there was nothing he could do as he was grabbed and swung around. He didn't see what happened to Ebb as he ducked the wild punch thrown his way, and came up swinging, connecting to the chin of the man that had grabbed him. Nearly lifting the man to fling him out of the way, he tried to look for Ebb, only to duck another. One of his men went flying backward over a table and Edgar moved to pull him to his feet before another swing was taken, this time at one of the three who joined in. The remaining two were working together, sending sailors flying.
 
Edgar started for where he thought Ebb had gone but Max was suddenly in front of him again, blocking his way. Since Max was bigger, Edgar did the only sensible thing. He picked up a chair and swung it at the bouncer. There were crashes behind him but he ignored them though at this point he was completely turned around. A few screams and crashes sounded and he felt a mug hit his shoulder, adding more ale for him to wear. Finally, it seemed the fight was beginning to fade. A few were being helped out and he thought he could hear shouts from the city guard. "Where's the old man?" He grabbed hold of one of his men. "Look around. Find him. He could be hurt." Not to mention he'd have to answer for the mess here. He identified himself to the city guard as they piled in then began to look around himself. The old man seemed to have vanished into thin air. Furious, he began shouting orders but to no avail. Ebb was gone.

When the fight got too wild the three gents had ducked out so they didn't get into trouble with the law. Something they really didn't need. Most of the patrons had been put out by the bouncers, the sailors were some of the first, any left conscious and their unconscious buddies to follow for them to drag away. George had called Max off Edgar knowing the connections and didn't care to get shut down even for a few days. Days open were important and he'd stick up for his man if needed. That it looked like Edgar was manhandling an old man if Edgar pursued the matter. Most likely no one would take blame for the incident and so many over the course of a week that it would only be a headache for the guards to pursue. All finally quieted down as he, his men and barmaids started cleaning up the place like routine. Others were gradually filtering back in but it would not be as packed in the aftermath. At least not until the guards along with the investigator and his men took their leave.
 
-tbc-

Awakening

It was Joseph whose eyes flew open as if startled from so deep a dream little was remembered. He thought he heard a voice, a silken coaxing one and still his lips felt like they had been touched by another's. Uncertainty clouded thoughts as he sat up. A lingering dull ache in his head had hands lifted as fingertips massaged his temples. At first he thought he was waking up in bed at the Ranch, but the sounds associated were not there. Then he remembered the mission. "Hell.." not being sure where he was or if found out. The room cast in darkness didn't have the feel to it the one at the Inn had. His features went immediately back to Charles Abbott, or so known.

Jed seemed to pull from his daze the moment the Fossil Fairy disappeared back into the cloak. Not that he was aware of that fact. His hand half lifted with the mug of coffee that had been hot was now cold. That fact boggled his mind for a few moments though idly wishing he hadn't awaken from the dream with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Certainly it was all a dream, except something nagged at the fringe of his conscious. He rebutted the thought to what was more logical. A dream. Lost for a few moments in such thoughts when he realized he heard a voice coming from Charles' room. The mug was down with a slosh of cold coffee onto the table as he near tipped over his chair getting out of it so quick. The door burst open as he stared a fraction of a second at the man sitting up fully conscious. "You're awake." Speaking the obvious without thought.

Joseph, as Charles, flew out of the bed ready for a confrontation. No weapons except his hands and wit. Once from the covers he realized he was stark naked as cold air hit. "I'm awake, who are you?" He didn't recognize the younger man in front of him. Didn't know if he was foe or friend.

Jed moved his hands up in a quick defensive way. "Wait," a touch of fear in his eyes for the look on the man's face boded he could well defend himself, naked and weaponless. There was something about him as he remembered from his youth how the man managed the impossible against all odds. "We are friends. Pulled you out from the fight at the tavern when you were rendered unconscious..."

"We," cutting him off as Joe picked up on that one word with a fleeting glance to the open door and light beyond from the kitchen. Luckily it was not a bright light for even the muted glow was a touch painful to his eyes after being in darkness for so long.

Jack, a light sleeper from years of practice and need, was up when he heard the commotion downstairs. A robe grabbed and tossed on as he flew down the steps. Noticing his son not in the kitchen area and the door open to the spare room, he was quickly there, blocking most of the dim light. Assessment was quick between son and the man standing prepared to fight before lingering on the latter. He had managed to catch the last of his son's explanation to Charles. He might not remember his son for such changes ten years from ten made but he hoped he remembered his face, older it might be as well but not drastic changes. More gray and less hair on his head. "I am hoping you remember me, us," motioning to his son with a slight turn of his hand, "Jack Mitchell, my son Jed, although we go by Walker now, me wife's maiden name. God rest her soul. You helped me boy out a decade ago and in turn us so we could avoid prosecution." Moving further into the room that he could be seen better and his hands out at his sides showing he held no weapon. He trusted on the goodness of this man he had come to know possessed not to attack.

Joseph visibly relaxed, taking a moment to grab the robe left on the bed to cover himself up with, as well warmth. "I remember you and Jed now. He's grown into a fine man." As he looked over the younger man with a more critical eye. "It has been a long time. I'm sorry about your wife." Having picked up on the phrase that indicated her passing. "Where am I and what happened?" His mind still in a bit of a fog. "Is there a woman here as well?" The recollection had him asking without much thought that it might be odd.

Jed let his father talk from here but the last had his eyes getting a touch bigger.

Jack blinked not just for the last question but the reaction of his son. Almost had him wonder there for a split second if his son had brought a female in. Knew in the next second that it was impossible considering where they were and he would know better. He shook it off. "No. There is no female here. We are quite isolated so we would not be found. This hunting cabin is not known about. A fight broke out at the Blue Whale when inspector Clarke decided to question Ebb Potter and the old geizer decided to resist. Clarke tried to take him by force feeling he knew where you were." Jack paused at this point in that split second decision, "he is trying to find the one called the Chameleon." Watching Charles intensely as he continued. "Some there didn't like the inspector harassing the old man whom they liked well enough, so they interfered. Next there were fists exchanged as Edgar's men stepped in, sailors, the bouncer and others wanting a fight. Ebb managed away but took a hit from a swung chair. Knocked him clear down behind a turned over table. Except, it was Charles lying there not Ebb." Leaving the last statement to sink in that he knew what happened. "You're the Chameleon, Charles. Me son and I got you out of there before they found out. You were in rough shape with the hit to your head, we weren't sure you were going to live. I'm pleased you have, I owe you a great deal for your help a decade ago. Me wife passed away about a year ago from illness. Something that went around and took many with it. Doctors were useless except for the rich."

Joseph, as Charles, soaked this all in, knowing that the time was reached when he could no longer continue as an undercover agent for the Crown. He had lasted decades longer than most and with his hide intact but to continue would not be the wisest decision. Everything in confirmation had come that after this mission it was time to retire. If he did, the Chameleon, as he was dubbed, would remain a legend. That was far more appealing than the other alternative. He knew he could trust Jack and his son or he'd not be standing presently in front of them. He would have been locked away, plus, rescuing him put their lives in grave danger as well. "You know the consequences if I am found with you. I need to get to Winchester, a friend there that can help me get out of England before I'm discovered, before any association with you and your son."

"I got your things from your room," Jed interjected as he motioned to the duffle bag setting on a chair against the wall.

Jack was making a few decisions as Charles spoke and then his son. "I would say my debt is met in returning the favor of you saving my son. I can get you to Winchester without taking the regular route which will be watched. I would like for you to take my son Jed with you, wherever you call home for it has to be far better than here. I'm sure his face was seen and it wont take them too long in coming around snooping to find out if he knows anything or connected with you." Knowing well other things might be found out and would put them both in jeopardy then. "I think you can train him better than I can from here. He's got the blessing of his mother's people." Not looking at his son through any of this for it was ripping out his heart, still, knowing it was the best thing he could do for him presently. "I have a few matters to see to without them getting hold of my boy to use against me." Finally he turned focus on his son, Jack looking the wear of his age and more in that moment. "This is not a whim, son. I've thought it over many times. If Charles will take you with him, there is so much of the world to open up for you that can never be gotten here. Once I'm done with matters here, I'll come an join yea if allowed."

Jed was staring at his father, disbelief written over his features. Stunned. So much so, he couldn't say anything at first. "..but Pa, I was going to help.." knowing well his words were falling short for the look on his father's face told him he'd made up his mind. When Jack Mitchell made up his mind, there was no turning it around. Worse, what he was suggesting made sense, much as he detested that very thought at the moment. He knew the law would use him against his father to bring him down if they could get hold of him. With this last involvement, they would come looking for him. As much as they both had been careful, neither expected the scene that night and a few of Clark's men got a look at him when he barged his way through to join up with his father in getting Charles out. His father at least had been cloaked. There were other thoughts playing on his mind from there that had him turn attention upon Charles for his reaction.

Joseph was soaking it all in. Logic dictated that he should turn it down flatly even if he needed their help in getting him to Winchester. He could manage it on his own as he was use to doing. Except, instinct had other ideas that he should take Jed with him. Not really for his own sake but the young man's. There was the hint of death to linger about the young man to be cheated. Joe had been good at cheating death for himself, why not another? Especially one so young that would otherwise have a long life before him. There was a long silence, or so seemed, as Joe warred between logic and instinct. Instinct always proved the better of the two, "aye, I'll take him with me but you have to follow my orders exactly, Jed. There cannot be any deviation for it could cost both our lives and probably your father's as well." More directed Jed's way but he was looking straight at Jack. "When you are ready to leave England, Jack, get a pass on the Sheffield, Captain Milton Harris, tell him to drop you off in the best port he knows." Being Milton always referred to the port in Barrett's Bay as that. "Head for the Thistle Tavern and tell the tender, Alex, who you are." Not adding details as it would get him there and Alex discreet who he'd tell. Which in turn would get to him and he would seek him out.

"Thank you for getting my things Jed," knowing he risked his life doing so and had accomplished it in spite of the inspector now on his tail. "I'd like to get my clothes on, something to eat if you have anything and on our way immediately. No time to waste in getting out of South Hampton." He wasn't sure how far Clarke's jurisdiction extended but he know they would be spending a few days here looking for him. The port would be watched especially as that would be the logical means of escape. Charles Abbott and Ebb Potter were wanted men so either disguise was not safe. His appearance changed right before them, confirming he was the Chameleon. "Meet Alger Windsor," the name chosen for there were many of the name and all associated with royalty. Enough to get him into places by the surname alone. The facade of Alger was an upstanding looking male. Tall, good looks, old enough to have a few gray hairs at his temples. Full beard and moustache helping with the distinguished look. Blue eyes and slightly wavy auburn hair. The looks not far off from his own brother which made it an easier one to keep up.

Jack felt as if he was holding his breath, never had he thought he'd bargain to help a  man out, especially this man. Desperate times. Dire times and it was with much relief Charles accepted his barter in helping. He loved his son greatly, more than his own life. "Jed will follow your orders exactly or he will answer to me when I catch up with you both." He didn't know how long it would take to see to a few matters, months, possibly years, but he was determined to see his son again. He tucked away the information for when he got to that point, name of the captain, ship and tavern of a port with no name other than being the best one this particular captain knew of. "Jed will fetch your clothes while I go make us some breakfast. We leave immediately afterwards." About to turn in seeing to that task when he froze on the spot he stood. Staring. "Amazing," was the only word spoken in reflection of Charles becoming Alger. "Maybe you can teach Jed to do that." Little did he know of the future but sometimes things said came from something more than known presently. "Alger," testing out the name and almost felt like kneeling before him for the nobility extruded as well. A hand on his son's shoulder to pull him from staring before he was out to the kitchen to see to some food.

Jed was slack jaw and staring when Charles turned into Alger. Pulled from the stunned reaction by his father's hand like a life line back to reality. "I will bet you are none of these men. The real you." Which he would really like to meet one day and thank the real man for all he had done for them. Excitement brewed deep in his soul with the prospect of becoming an apprentice to the man he idolized, worshipped, since he was ten. He pulled from those thoughts to get the man his clothes. If waiting on him like a servant would be the way of it, that too would be accepted in spite of his pride. For this man he could step pass it. He went out then to help his father by getting the horses ready, the cart would be left behind in case they had been noticed at all by someone passing that was questioned.

The meal was meager but filling. Enough to hold them over until far enough away to have a bigger meal if anyone was hungry. Flasks of coffee were also taken, keep them all alert and awake for the time it would take taking the back way out of South Hampton. The usual pack horse was used and luckily they had him aside the two that pulled the cart. Riding double would rouse suspicion if anyone came across them along the way, as unlikely it should be, better to always be prepared. Oddities were noticed and it would not have been safe for either he or his son to get into the nearest village to procure another. Blessings sometimes came in small favors and Jack took it as a good omen in getting to Winchester without incident.

-tbc-

She didn't need to snap out an order for the helmsman to turn the wheel and avoid the other ship but it couldn't be helped. "Try not to get in too close. We don't want to run aground." Cursing in a way that would likely turn her sisters' ears red had they heard, she was over to the side where the ship was moving closer. She didn't need her glass to see the activity on deck or to spot their captain. The other two ships moving in gave lie to the ruse of a broken mast.

Commander Palmer's frown grew even deeper as everything was planned on a timely bases. The other ships responding far too quickly before he could crowd this ship further to shore. At this point, he wasn't sure he could retreat fast enough as he gave the command to turn. The three ships, with the original plan, were to scatter which would likely deter any of them being followed and far faster ships not loaded down. He didn't like any of this plan to start.

Robinson gave Edwards the signal first as that ship pulled away heading out into the wide open ocean at a fast clip. A quick change of plans as he couldn't take the chance Palmer could get out in time and there were to be no capturing. "Sink the Amethyst," he would put in a report of Palmer turning on them or something to that affect, there was the uprising of Durkin to sustain it. "If the cannonballs hit the other, well, accidents happen." His men blinked when he gave the order to sink one of their own. Crew members known as friends but their fear of Robinson would have them obeying and hoping the ones got off, though even so, the cold water at this time of year would probably kill them even if they did. The shore was still a good distance and it would take an act of God. The gunwales were open up as red sparked as the first cannons were sent flying towards the Amethyst. The first one took out their main mast, another splitting through the rails and by chance hitting the ropes that held one of the dinghies having it go down the side. Another ripped through the hull as Robinson was turning to give the full gauntlet of fire from the one side while aiming towards the open sea. A few flew towards Regan's ship but few were spared as it was more important to sink the ship of theirs that would not get out and leave no trace.

Palmer couldn't believe his eyes and certainly they were not prepared nor would fire on one of their own. He tried to maneuver his ship out of range but there wasn't enough time as well the other ships coming his way. He gave the order to abandon ship, least save some of his men as the few remaining dinghies were released but the cannon shots were hitting well taking down his ship. Fire surged up fast as the cripple ship gave off those doomed moans of wood cracking and crackling while losing altitude, even the water would be hard put in putting out some of the fire that now raged. A black cloud rising up that started to spread around and beyond the ship.

When the booms rang out, Deirdre dropped her Bridge hand and rushed to the porthole. Her voice high pitched and forgetting their father there. "Alannah, they're firing on Regan and another. Some other ships," not totally sure what was going on but certainly there was a war and cannon fire.

James was at the rail and if will power alone could have the Drifter there faster, he would move it by such thoughts. He was trying to see what became of Regan's ship through the smoke as they drew closer.

"Deirdre, calm yourself. Sure and naught will happen to Regan." Not wishing alarm their father, she rose to her feet to join her sister that she might lead her from the porthole. "But if there is trouble, we're like to be there directly. Do you stay with Father, while I go to speak with the surgeon and see if my help will be needed. Aye?" A fond hand touched her sister's cheek, asking Deirdre's co-operation in this ere she smiled at their father. "Regan is a right smart captain and will maneuver round aught. I'm not worried for her, but there may be others picked up as need tending." Bending then to touch Ronan's cheek as well with a kiss, she took herself from the cabin to enquire after where she might best be used.

"They be firin' on the ship blockin' the Dream, Capt'n!" One of the men shouted as if Morgan couldn't see for himself. They were still some distance away but he shouted to the Gunners below after making sure Alaina and Fael's ships were out of the line of fire. "Fire at that scurvy dog and get 'm off the dream. We'll chase him to whatever devil's hole he came from." He was furious, not only for what he saw as an attack on Regan's ship, but for the treachery exposed.

The other ship shielded the Dream for the most part though one of the cannonballs took off the head of the figurehead. She might just leave it as a battlescar but that would be thought on later. Shouting orders as the Dream started forward, she had the helmsman turn the ship around the burning one. The Dream would come out of the smoke, guns blazing at the second ship and with her kin zeroing in on them, they best flee now. "Get the dinghies into the water as soon as you can and see if there's any survivors. Man the ropes and ladders as well."  Her heart was pounding and she was short of breath but adrenaline kept her going. She could be sick later.

"Oh, blast and d..." Cutting her words off as the ships opened fire, the Drifter cutting cleanly through the water, she scowled blackly. "They're firing on their own, the bloody buggering bastards." The curses slipped out that time as she grimaced. "We can't open fire yet, not until we come around that other ship, where I don't have to worry over hitting the dream. Can you two help fish out any survivors?" The question was posed to James and Adam as she  snapped an order to her pilot to redirect the Drifter to starboard, the better to come around.

There were many screams of anguish coming from the smoked filled area, spurts of fire could be seen and at one point a man leaping from the uptipped bow, clearly on fire as he leaped to his death in the icy water below. Probably a more kind death than burning. The ship had split in two by this point. Palmer refusing to get into the dinghy having his men go first but they were barely away from the ship when the last cannonball ripped it in half. By the time the ship was claimed by icy fingers and the smoke diminishing, there were few left. There was part of a large crate with one man laying over it and another flagging for any of the ships to pick them up. A few others clung to what remained of the ship that didn't go down and had the smarts to keep moving until they could no longer, fighting off hypothermia. Edwards ship was long gone as well Robinson's had fled at full speed, gaining a greater distance by the minute. If they tried going after two fast ships while loaded down, they would be wasting their time and those in the water would surely die.

James helped lowered ropes and ladder ropes, going down one far enough to get hold of a man's hand to draw him up from the icy water. The man on the raft was knocked out, possibly dead but the one with him was insistent in helping James get the other up using the ladder even if it would take some doing by both of them. James noted the man's lips were purple but had to admire his determination.

Morgan cursed roundly as the sip slipped away but once he was back in Tortuga, he'd learn who the coward was. He turned his attention back to the sinking ship and seeing if there were any survivors though more than likely the sea had claimed most. He saw Regan's crew doing the same and searched out his blonde haired sister, sighing with relief when she waved.

Adam was doing what he could to help, but all he was seeing were bodies. He shook his head as he looked over his shoulder at Alaina. There wasn't much he could.

Regan was still furious though her temper was cooling. The cabin boy from the downed ship was brought aboard as well as another young man, probably one who wasn't a sailor long. Both were wrapped up in blankets and hurried down to  the ship's surgeon while she turned the Dream away. Otherwise she might crash into one of the others!

The unconscious man was entrusted to the ship's surgeon, while the conscious man found himself wrapped in blankets and given a mug of steaming tea laced with a good shot of Scots whiskey. There were precious few survivors of the third ship, her expression a combination of suppressed fury, barely veiled disgust and sorry for the innocent crewmen caught in the midst of it all. A hand rested on Adam's shoulder for a minute in thanks and understanding before she swung her gaze onto the man who insisted on rescuing his companion. "You're lucky to be alive. Who are you, man? Your captain's name and your ship? And what you know about what just happened, if you please?" There wasn't a lot of time to be gentle as fresh orders were given to reroute the Drifter to one of the coves and signal the other ships. They needed to have a brief conference, and then get to Kildare with all speed.

Faelan's ship had caught up with the rest as the few men left alive were taken aboard the others. He signaled for a dinghy to take him over to Alaina's ship as certainly they would confer before continuing on. He would be boarded within the next ten minutes or so.

James was up with the two, helping to lay the man down and get some blankets on him before the surgeon and a couple other men would take him below. He had checked him before the surgeon got there, "he's alive." Rising then as Alaina questioned the man, coming to stand near her. "This act of kindness might serve all us well." Just a gut feeling but they would have pulled survivors from the sea no matter. Others would not have like the other two ships. A hand wiped over his face as it was slicked with the spray of ocean water, the slicker blocking most though strands of hair were plastered against forehead and neck. Eyes intent on the conscious man as he was wrapped up, given something warm to drink and asked questions on.

Durkin looked between the two once he could form words as he couldn't feel his lips much. Words were slurred and slow so recognizable. "Paaaaddddyy Durrrrkinnn. Creewmaaan." Slight dip of his head to the man being taken away, "Commaaannnderrr Paaalmerrrr." He could hear his teeth rattling. He had more to say but he would need to warm up first. The Ammmmeeeythysssst." It was catching up to him as eyes rolled behind his lids and quite abruptly passed out. He had pushed his endurance and his body was demanding retribution.

Deirdre was reluctant to leave the port hole but knew she would have all her energy spent in keeping their father from rushing above. He was yelling he was not too old to defend his children if need be. She had to reassure him the door was locked from above when they called the drill. Not really being sure it had been but anything to stay their father. With Alannah off to help if there were survivors or need of such assistance, it became more than one person could handle. Rowan would not be stayed by a lass and soon was bursting his way up onto deck. Deirdre right behind him but luckily it was all over as she had stalled him enough. In that she found some comfort. Coming to a halt just round her father's side, she screamed when she saw the man fall, looking quite dead. Hand flying to cover up her mouth.

Catching the Signal from the Drifter, Morgan turned the Naiad toward the coast and that sheltered cove. He nearly had flashbacks of their battle with the Unholy Trinity and decided that the one who ordered the attack on his own was no better than those pirates.

Adam put his hand over Alaina's briefly, then looked at the men James was helping. He waited quietly until their father flew up onto the deck like some wraith of vengeance. "It's all right, Da. Regan's fine." He was over to Deirdre, putting his arm around her shoulders.

There was one more survivor brought aboard and no others. The man was close to death but she knew everything that could be done to help him would be. "Put into shore, helmsman, with the others. Seems we'll be doing some talking before we continue on. Make sure we didn't take any other damage." In the excitement of the battle, they very well could have.

Mustering a faint smile for Adam's hand on hers, she went to listen carefully to the crewman before the strain of his ordeal proved too much for him. Letting out a sigh, she calmly called for two men to carry him down to the surgeon and his corpsman to be attended. Shaking her head in disbelief, she glanced up to see Ronan and Deirdre, wincing in sympathy. "There's something rotten in all of this." The dinghy caught her gaze, frowning until she recognized Faelan, and confirmed Morgan and Regan were heading for the cove.

With Faelan aboard the Drifter, the Dragon's Tooth would remain just outside the cove as protection. A cannon would be fired if needed to alert the others. He was over with Morgan to put his arm around Deirdre who seemed distraught. "Maybe we can get some answers if any of them survive." He got to see the one lying on deck as well another in not much better shape being taken down below.

"If they are English and sure looks like it was English ships, we'll get the most answers from the Captain. The English don't make important information privy to the crewmen and even amongst higher ranking ones. Durkin seems willing and I think he'll survive. All's well at this point, Da. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get into some dry clothes." Though not thoroughly soaked for the slicker, he was starting to feel the cold where he'd gotten wet. Last thing they needed was for him to get sick. He headed below to see to that so he'd be changed by the time they anchored.

Deirdre was physically shaking and not from the cold. She'd been protected from such sights all her life up to this point. It was a bit shocking. Flanked by Morgan and Faelan, she gradually calmed down and the tremble through her subsided. "You're certain Regan is fine?" She probably would not handle it well if Regan had been hurt.

-tbc-

The Inquiry

Order was quickly restored aboard the Drifter once their newest passengers were taken below decks to the waiting surgeon. Alaina was not one to let her crew go idle or allow them to slack off on duty if she could prevent it, sending the sailors back to their posts with a series of briskly spoken commands. The pilot was commanded in turn to bring the ship into the cove alongside Faelan's and Morgan's ship, forming a protective cadre around Regan's when she joined them so that any damage could be assessed and addressed. Word had also been sent down to her cabin to assure Ronan and Deirdre that all was well; none of their party was injured and that they'd be underway again shortly.

Gone to lend her hands to the surgeon when the wounded English were received, Alannah made herself useful as possible to him. Fortunate it was that neither were after being that hurt, mostly well shaken and cold for their dunking. Soon coming round after being tended and warmed, the English Captain asked after speaking to his captor, as he saw it. Alannah nodded and went to seek out her brothers and Alaina on the top deck, that she might deliver the message. "Captain, James... the Englishman is after being awake and wishing speak with you. Do you come below, he'll like as not answer questions of you."

James glanced to Alaina before coming alongside to head down to the sick bay to see to this English Captain. He stopped on his way to see his father personally, reassuring him as well along with Deirdre. He would come with more information as they gained it. Ronan expressed his concerns that this might be related somehow to his brother, which took James a little by surprised for a second and then not that his father suspicions were parallel to his. Deirdre assured him she would see to their father while they waited. Reassured as well Regan was fine along with the others. The English taking the suffering. He was back out to join Alaina in heading to the sick bay.

Faelan lent a hand where needed, deciding to stay on the Drifter for a bit, watching his ship from the rail, who were watching the expanse of sea for any signs of those two ships if they decided to come back. It was not likely but then this was the English.

Morgan watched as the other ships eased into the cove then turned to access the Dream. He spoke briefly to his First Mate before swinging over to join Regan on the deck of the Dream. "What sort of damage did you take?" He asked, then studied her. "Were you hurt? Did you lose any men?" He smiled slightly, knowing she'd likely scold him for his concern. "You did well, little sister."

Adam stayed with Ronan and Deirdre while Alaina and James went to see their captives. He watched Morgan's ship from the porthole, then chuckled when he saw him swing over to the Dream. "We'll know shortly how Regan is."

She prowled the deck of her ship, spotting minor damage here and there but even below decks, save for cargo that shifted when it shouldn't have, there was little damage. The crew was set to righting things and she grinned when Morg joined her. "Minor damage except me poor mermaid lost her head. One of me crew took a splinter to his arm when the ball hit the figurehead. Other than that, we've two near frozen lads on board and both are sleeping." She motioned toward the Drifter. "Shall we?" This time, they'd use a longboat to make the short trip.

Leading the way down to the surgeon's makeshift infirmary with James after he'd seen to his father, Alaina stepped into the circle of light to speak quietly with the corpsman. Assured the man was in reasonably good health, but was in pain, a little disoriented, and bore the signs of his experience, she nodded and sent him on his way, then shifted to make room for James in nearing the man's bed. "How are you feeling, Captain?" A little courtesy never hurt.

Alannah chose to return to the cabin with her father, sister and brother, knowing as she would likely be in the way for the questioning.

"Commander, I was under Captain Henry Robinson following his orders as well the third ship under my orders." Roger had time to think once he regained consciousness in the couple hours until this moment. He was a dead man, better believed that he perished with his ship than to try and go back to a country that had betrayed him through Henry. "I will give you all information that I have willingly if you will grant me sanctuary in Kildare along with those surviving from my ship if they want." He was on his own, they were on their own but he would ask for them as well.

Paddy was listening when he interjected. "He ain't the bad mon, the other one is. It's why meself and a few others were trying to take over yea ship, Roger." Figuring he was free at this point after three years in bondage. "We weren't going tae kill yea though, just lock yea up until we could bring Robinson's ship down. Thar be things ye din know. Me and me brother were shanghai out of Cork when Robinson's ship came in a bad way from a storm. When he got other men and yea needed another, how I got on yea ship. Me brother, he killed after a while, framed him with something he didn't do and flogged him to death." So he had a score to settle. "But yea treated me no different than yea English sailors."

Roger looked on in surprise as Durkin spoke up. Now he knew what had been boiling he had stopped, understood it better as well. "It seems Henry's hatred goes deep for the Irish." Drawing back from the distraction to the two in authority he didn't know their names yet.

A brow lifted as Durkin ended up in a conversation with the Commander and them in turn. "I can see that the King of Kildare will hear your plea. He's a kind man and will probably grant you sanctuary." That was the least he could do if approved. If this man was as it seemed. A good man in a bad situation. "What exactly where your orders?"

Listening in silence, her skepticism was increasing, though she kept it under wraps. When James spoke of Leoric's likelihood to grant the man sanctuary, she frowned, but continued to stay quiet. She would wait until they were in a more conducive location to express her doubts.

"The orders that I was privy to, were to comb these coasts down to the lands of Heathfield to see if there was a fleet. Warships in particular. The orders were coming from someone in a high place in England. Not necessarily directly from the Crown. I am not privy as to who or why but it is not something uncommon to find out the strengths of other lands that draw the attention of England. Robinson has a deep rooted hatred of the Irish and has bent rules, making up a legitimate reason to account for his actions." Which had Roger frowning as he had been near from the onset of this mission. "He had some of us port in Barrett's bay and enter some of the local establishments to see if we could find out any information on the land's navy. There seemed to be none more than a couple warships. Those of the lands were friendly but seemed to know nothing about any fleets, hence this last mission. Robinson was watching your family in particular. Waited for your ships to come up the coast. We were to flush one ship out, the last, and see if that drew any defensive measures by other ships about. There was to be no cannons used, nor have it so the last ship crashed ashore. Just enough to see if there was a fleet. There was enough time calculated but the first three ships caught on we were not from the Colonies." Which they had painstakingly dressed for. This part had him confused and wondered if Robinson would have fired those cannons anyway.

That's when Durkin interjected again. "The room you imprisoned me in was a storage room. I managed to get a hand free and when looking for something to hack off the other shackle, I found the flag that usually flies atop the mast. I got the porthole open and waved it in the wind, hoping they would see us for what this ship is. Robinson would harm that last ship no matter his orders and sunk you anyway. That's me figuring and some rumors that passed about amongst the sailors." Being confined on a ship, there was little that was private unless not spoken on at all, nothing written either.

That was a lot to absorb as James watched the two then glanced to Alaina, he was sure she had something to ask or at least decide on their fate from this point.

"Aye," she finally spoke up, "we saw the signal and that's what alerted us that something was wrong." Studying the two men, she finally had a question of her own to pose to Palmer. "You said there was to be no cannon. Is it possible that your fellow captains left you out of the real plans, hoping that you'd either be killed or captured and inform us of what they wanted us to know?"

He glanced between the two with quite an astonished look on his face that this could have been a scheme on getting rid of him. Yet that didn't make any sense, then he realized that maybe they felt he was a ploy of some plan devised with a lot of ifs in it. IF they would retrieve him from the ocean IF he didn't die there. IF they would believe a contrived story. Then he remembered something as he pointed to his replaced Commander's jacket, the colonial styled one. "Inside the left near the seam, if you run your fingers along it you'll find where it is really a hidden pocket. Inside there should be the orders with official seals to verify I am speaking the truth." Realizing as well they had been watching this family in particular, or Henry had being the Captain and head of this mission. The papers were wrapped in cloth then oil skin over it to keep them from getting wet. Something his father taught him to do a long time ago when he decided to join the Royal Navy in his footsteps.

James was over to the jacket doing as the man instructed. There was indeed a folded up packet in oil skin which he drew out. Unwrapping it to the cloth beneath to protect it from the oilskin as he was back over to offer the find to Alaina.

"Rest well, Commander." Aware that James was concerned for his father, she indicated he should lead the way to her cabin, trusting that everyone else would be congregated around Ronan. "We'll speak again later."

Following her brother and sister to the cabin, Alannah kept watch for James and Alaina, anxious for news of the man saved from the water and an explanation so as not to be so confused.

Deirdre was quick to step back into the room after checking the hall once more. "They're all coming Da." Making sure she was out of the way and set to listen.

A cordial nod was given the two men before he was in a brisk step taking him down the passageways to Alaina's cabin where his father, and family it seemed awaited them. They were congregated. Once everyone was inside he spoke up as his father's anxious expression would not have him delay. "It would seem this Commander was under the Command of another who opened fired when they were not to. It was not in his orders. If I recall correctly, there was not a cannon shot from this man's ship. It seems the other turned on him to make it look like we attacked their ships or possibly some other reason of that caliber. We did learn they were sent here to find out if the lands had a fleet of warships and this ploy to find out what they couldn't by sight or by others they met inland. The ship that fired on his, was the Captain, one over him who would, by the way the English conduct things, not know the extent of the orders by whom or reasons. How much this other captain knows is not known though it has become clear he has a deep hatred of the Irish." If he left anything out he was sure Alaina would fill it in.

Ronan first gave Regan a hug, more strength in it than exhibited in a while before turning to his son, soaking in all he had to say. Once done focus turned on Alaina, sparing his son a glance as well. "What are you going to do with these survivors? Do you believe what they have to say?" Not all English were bad and he didn't hold such prejudices.

After greetings were finished, Morgan took a lean against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he listened. He looked down at the toes of his boots, not meeting anyone's gaze as of yet. "Who was the one in charge?"

She clung to her Da for a moment longer then stepped aside, though she stayed close while she listened. A glance was given to Morgan, curious, but she had nothing to say.

Taking Ronan's question seriously, Alaina answered loud enough to be heard. "I'll do what is proper, Your Grace, and turn them over to the King and Regent when we make landfall. It's not for me to decide their fates. As for whether I believe him?" She considered it, shrugging. "He's got more reason to tell the truth than he does to lie, and he was quick enough to offer up the documents. Palmer knows he's a man without a country now, if his own comrades distrusted him enough to fire on his ship. He's a survivor, so I think he'll stick his neck out to save it."

Ronan was nodding with the reply in agreement. "I think those two lads will figure it out. Something about them that they can sniff out the truth." He was curious on Morgan's question as he waited for that answer.

"If I tell you Morgan, you're not going after him until you speak with the King and Regent. I understand revenge but it could put lives in danger for I think this is a political web that we don't know how big the spider is nor it's sting. The captain's name is Henry Robinson. Now, if you can gain information by those you know in various ports.." He knew his brother well enough to see red but he also knew he had smarts too.

He looked up at James, eyes narrowing slightly then he nodded. "Aye, I'll agree to that. But if I run into the man himself ... " He gave a shake of his head. "It'll be hard to hold back."

"About the same if I run into the man myself, any one of us." Meaning the brothers however the same would hold true for Alaina. "Word to the wise, be sure you have a few good fighting men with you or us." Looking between them at this point as the day was wearing on and best to sail while there was light. "I think we should get to Kildare and have this sorted out quickly." The King and Regent should know as immediately as possible.

Rowan first addressed Morgan. "You be sure to hit one for me when you do." Obviously he approved of the idea, as he would do when younger. "Still, as James suggests, be careful, play it right." Then as James offered up getting on the move. "What are we waiting for? I need some air at this point," as he headed for the door with his daughters on his arms to get that breath of fresh air he was going to earlier.

Morgan grinned at his father, then pushed off from his lean. "Aye, and Regan and I need to get back to our ships." He hoped the rest of the voyage would be more peaceful than the first part had been, though it did serve to break up the monotony.

Wasn't much Adam could add at this point but once he was back at Heathfield, he could start asking questions himself. He had a few friends who might give him some answers.

Regan looked up at James, head tipping slightly before she too, was making ready to head back to her ship. Her thoughts were going around and around, still feeling a lot of anger that it had been her ship that had been attacked.

You can bet Faelan, who had been quiet the while everyone spoke up, would be talking with Morgan soon and some plans laid. He too needed to get back to his ship as he headed up deck, his dinghy waiting.

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