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McKensie and Lara III
Thomas nodded and slipped the locket over her neck and kissed her neck "I know...that's why I'm taking you with me...no more of this, it mocks the goddess you are, your abilities are not a tourist attraction Sada...stop running...stay with me..." He whispered removing the extra bangles he knew she didn't wear usually and held her in his arms.Jacqueline punched him hard and growled angrily "don't touch me you scum!" She screamed at him stealing his jacket and wrapping herself up as she tied him up "you can drown in your own grog pig..." She stepped on his chest and then ran off with his money and weapons.
Sada just closed her eyes as he slipped the locket around her neck, and then kissed it. Her smile was faint as she opened her eyes again, watching him remove the extra bangles from her wrists. She reached up and slid the hood of red scarlet over her head, letting her dark hair fall around her shoulders. "I'll stay with you…" She whispered, deciding. She would leave all the colourful tents behind, and go with him to sea. "I'll come. I love you." She promised, wrapping her arms around his neck and embracing him. "I'll have to tell my sister I'm leaving." She whispered, laughing softly. Sampson snarled when she punched him, and he tried to swing back, but he was too drunk to do much as she bound him and robbed him blind. However, he wasn't unaware of what she was doing and he was boiling mad. "You filthy cat!" He screamed after her. "You better watch your back, woman! You'll pay for this!"
Thomas spun her around and smiled "I love you..." He pulled off the red cloak and let her just be in the common dress, she looked like his Sada again "your sister hmm?...why don't you just escape...I'll leave s couple of doubloons for her..." He teased and took her hand and running to the ship quickly.Jacqueline blew him a kiss "farewell you mud slopping pig, happy trails to you until we meet again." She laughed getting on her ship and sailing away.
Edmund was pretty drunk but saw his friend and quickly unbound him "what is the story between you two?"
Sada watched as the red silk pooled around her ankles, revealing her common gypsy dress, and she beamed then, wrapping one arm around his waist as she used the other to snag three nice looking doubloons from his purse. She tossed them onto her sister's bed, knowing she would guess who they were from, before she smiled and ran out with him, up to his ship. "I've never been aboard…"Sampson growled, the drink not even able to leave him in a good mood any longer. He had paid her her coin back, and now she had robbed him more of it. He was broke, with not even enough to start a gamble on. He swore and cursed until Edmund came and untied him, and then he stood, swaying a little. "The little minx. I knew her from back home. She tried to get me in bed one night, with no intention of laying with me. She just wanted to steal my coin to buy herself a ship." he shook his head, downing another bottle. "So naturally, I hunted her down and stole the ship back, leaving her stranded. It was rightfully mine, see. My gold that bought it. And then she came back, and sank that ship, leaving me to drown. And I chased her and…" he shook his head. "It would take years to tell the tale. But that's started our feud. Arch nemesis, she and I. She's always stealing my coin."
Thomas smiled lightly and helped her over the gang plank and into the captain quarters "this is our home Sada...we have bed, food and privacy from the rest of the crew..." He took her hands and kissed them holding her pressed against him "No one will have to know you are here...I will protect you with a man's nlood if it comes to that..."Edmund laughed lightly at the tale "and such a pretty lass thief..." He mocked slightky to show him that he indeed was bested by a mere female. He gave some of his clubs he had won gambling "here, this'll get you started at least...I suppose we are going after her once you get your sense and cents." He smirked at the play on words.
Sada looked around at the ship as they passed through it. Even at night it had a certain majestic appeal. And when they reached his quarters, she smiled. It was well furnished, and nice enough looking. She wanted direly to explore, but Thomas came first. She hugged him, keeping her cheek pressed against his chest. "Thank you, for bringing me. I trust you, Thomas, I do. I'm not worried." she looked up at him, and then around his cabin. "You have a nice ship…"Samspon rolled his eyes. "Don't let her catch you calling her a lass." He shook his head. "Reminds me every time I see her. 'I am not a woman!' she screams. Wants to be a man that one." He shook his head disapprovingly. Standing, he rubbed his wrists and accepted the coin. "Thank you, mate." He smiled a little then, chuckling when he said they would be going after her. "No… cap'n doesn't approve of our squalls. We'll still be going to the island. But she'll turn up again soon. Make no doubt about that. You'd almost think she enjoys chasing me around…" he muttered, shaking his head.
Thomas smiled and looked around "it's nice enough, I need to go to the trading post to get more furnishings but I do have a gift for you." He pulled out a shiny box with soft velvet lining. Inside was a sparkling silver mirror with intricate designs on the back side "do you like it? It's been here for so long..."Edmund frowned "maybe she does not want to be a man, but wants the equal privelege of men, I mean you treat her like a brothel wench and that obviously displeases her..." He offered and nodded about the island "I don't think she'll be chasing you I believe its your turn, to get your money and Pride back."
Sada nodded thoughtfully, and then her dark eyes lit up at the prospect of a gift. What could he have gotten her? She peered into the box and spotted the mirror and her eyes widened. "Oh Thomas!" She pulled the small thing out of the box, turning it over delicately in her hands. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever been given. She smiled up at him, tears shining in her eyes. "I love it." Sampson chuckled as he strolled back to the inn with him. "A great many things displease her, and I gave up trying to understand her long ago." he shrugged at Edmund. "What's one bag of coin to me? I can easily get another. It's not worth the effort, chasing her down." he said, sitting lazily at one of the tables, ordering a meat pie. Though he had drunk, he had not eaten yet. "Besides. The cap'n would not appreciate me leaving on such an important mission." That was an understatement. He and his brother had been waiting for this moment for years. He wasn't going to let one woman distract him from his chance.
Thomas smiled and pressed his lips to her forehead "it's to show your true beauty Sad'a, my beautiful sea maiden..." He got up and checked the map nosding at the markings "we will be setting sail in the morning, I have found the seer stone and we will go to the island." He said excitedly "I've been waiting for this since I was a boy."Edmund frowned as he heard some cannons in the distance "sounds like some squall going on.." He heard the cracking of woods and shuddered "sounds like they hit a ship..." He ran outside and saw the women's ship far in the distance sinking and on fire "looks like you'll never have to worry about her again."
Sada gently set the mirror back in its case, careful to set it down again on the table as she followed him over to the map he was looking at. It was a faded old thing, well worn, and she came to rest her hand on his shoulder. "What do wish to find on that island?" she asked softly, knowing for a while now that he was enthralled with this particular place, though he had never told her why. Sampson grit his teeth, trying to tell himself that this was for the best. that he didn't care. That she deserved this. But none of that was true. He did care. Sure, he still hated her, but she didn't deserve death. Some part of him enjoyed fighting with her. And that admission made him shoot to his feet. He ran down to the docks, and since it was dark, it was easy for him to steal a boat and loose it's sail, rowing towards the wreckage. When he got there he looked through the floating bodies, scanning for her.
Thomas his hand on hers that rested on his shoulder, he smiled lightly and kissed her palm "the island holds the ancient chest of Cortez...it has the ancient history of the tribes on the island. My father always told Sam and I about it...but every attempt has been a failure...the fog is thick and there is a ship graveyard you have to get through..."Edmund followed him and gazed at the blackened water, the moon shining against the wreckage. He saw a hand reach out from the murky waves whoever it was, was drowning he directed the ship and had Sampson grab it as it slipped away. Jacqueline was unconscious as she flopped on the deck like a washed up fish.
Sada's eyes widened a little. A chest with history like that would be incredibly valuable, not just for the gold it would be worth, when sold, but also for the history that could be recovered by selling it to an institute. "Wow…" She breathed, peering at the island on the map. "Do you think we can make it through the fog?" She asked, a little worried about that. Without a good lookout in the crow's nest, it was a doomed expedition. Sampson didn't hesitate when Edmund pointed out the hand sinking into the water. He grabbed it and easily pulled the waterlogged figure into the bottom of their boat. Tipping her head to the side, he pulled off his soaked jacket, and then pulled open the shirt beneath it, pressing his ear to her chest. She was alive. He elevated her torso and let her head lean back, to open her airways and let the water drain out. When the stream turned into a trickle, he lay her on the bench, instructing Edmund to row them back to shore as he started CPR on her to help pump the rest of the water out of her lungs and get her breathing again.
Thomas sighed "we have a new crew member and that's the first place he ventured, not a fear on his face im hoping he'll be able to give us s good lookout. Our last one was thrown off...so we shall see..." He shoon his head thinking about it "it's been too long..we have everything marked and channeled it's just doing it."Edmund got the boat back to shore and nodded watching Sampson pump the water out of her "she's wounded...look at her stomach it's stained red I think a piece of the ship pierced her..." He pulled out the coins and handed it to him.
Sada nodded, feeling a little better about that. They had someone to watch for them, they had the paths charted. Then she smiled, pulling him away from his mat and guiding him to his bed gently. "Then we will sail to the island tomorrow. It is late now, and you need rest." She said, wanting him to be prepared for the day he had waited for almost his entire life. She kissed his forehead. Once he got one breath out of her, Sampson was satisfied, and he slung her limp body into his arms, carrying her out of the boat and towards the inn, accepting the coins that Edmund handed him. "Thank you, for your help. I can take care of this from here." he smiled at Edmund, not wanting him to stay up any later into the night on his account. He carried the limp form in his arms up to his room, and lay her on the bed there, ripping off the shirt and unwinding the fabric from her torso. He then went to his back and pulled out a small bone needle and some thread, as well as his bottle of drink. He poured the alcohol over the wound in her stomach, glad she was unconscious, and then pinched the skin together and started to stitch.
Thomas smiled and led her back to his bed and watched her as the last candle flickered down to the stub. He caressed her arm with his thumb and pressed his face to hair inhaling her perfect scent "Sada..." He murmured and sighed "first night of Tortuga when I don't pass out drunk..." He laughed lightly and sighed "just glad Ive found my love..."Edmund went to his own room and pulled out some parchment and wrote to Emma "my dearest Emma, it feels strange writing in proper English. I get mocked by the crew if I don't use the pirate slang. I miss you dearly and I cannot wait to be with you again, the ship is incredible and I love the salty sea breeze perched on the crowd nest. They call me sea bird. I guess I was born for the sea. The captain is kind and strict, and a good mate of mine is called Sampsun he is an interesting character. He has a long battle with this female pirate I believe he cares for her dearly...he's nursing her to health as I write...I'm a wee bit drunk so if I say brash things I blame that. How is the princess and little prince? I miss you' he mailed it and sighed going to bed.
Jacqueline stayed unconscious as he sewed the wound shut and cared for her. She woke up sometime in the morning her breath coming raspily and she threw up more water and lay back against the pillow.
Sada reclined back on his bed beside him, her head propped up by one of the pillows, and she turned her face towards him. "Well, I can't say that I'm sorry you're not drunk beyond beyond sanity, but a nice drink here and there is alright. We can buy some before we leave tomorrow." she suggested, tucking her head into his chest. The letter was posted, and since Tortuga was only one stop from England, Emma got the letter the next morning. She had tears in her eyes, but she was smiling as she read it. Then she took out her pens, and scribed a letter back to him. 'My dearest Edmund. Life here is not nearly as exciting as life over there sounds. I'm glad you've found a place you belong, and something that makes you happy, I only wish I could see you. This Sampson sounds like a strange man, but a good friend none the less. I am glad you have not grown lonely. Life here is much the same. The young prince laughed for the first time yesterday, and we have discovered that he has a fascination with dogs. Even dog statues. It's cute to watch him scream and laugh at all the palace dogs when we take him on walks. I pray every day for you, and hope to see you soon. Your Emma.' She sealed up the letter carefully, giving it to the mailman when he brought the morning paper.
Sampson finished sewing her wound, and made sure she drank something and was breathing before he finally collapsed in the chair by her bed, falling right asleep. The next morning, he had a lovely pounding in his scull, and he groaned when her wrenching on the floor woke him. He wanted to shout to her to be quieter, but he restrained himself and just grit his teeth, trying to deal with the nail driving through his brain.
Thomas smiled and nodded kissing her lovingly "I am drunk beyond insanity, drunk with love...and happiness of finding my maiden of the sea..." He sighed pulling the covers over them "I feel as if my men will not be pleased to wake up in the morning and be off to sea..." He chuckled "thankfully Sampson is good leader and will get everyone to the ship."Edmund didn't receive her letter because the letter couldn't be shipped while on sea. The carrier kept the letters there until they returned, there were stands of letters for sailors lost at sea.
Lydia was helping Donavon slowly wobble and crawl on his belly "have you told him of the child?..."
Jacqueline groaned as she sat up and turned to look at him, she sighed not knowing what to say. He saved her life and was dealing with a major hangover "ground up sea aneme in a kelp wrap helps with headaches."
Sada smiled, closing her eyes. "You are quite the poet, mon amore." She whispered, closing her eyes as he tucked them under the covers. She giggled then. "That should teach them not to drink so much." She whispered, closing her eyes. She lifted one finger and pressed it to his lips. "Hush now. Rest. Talk tomorrow." she whispered, smiling without opening her eyes before she let herself relax and tuck herself against him. She had her love, after so long… thinking he didn't love her, she had him to herself. Emma sat in her chair beside Lydia, slowly knitting away at a scarf, as the summer was drawing to a close in England, and they would need warmer clothes soon. "No…" she said softly, her hand drifting to her stomach. "I want to tell him in person." She said honestly.
Sampson peeled open one eye and looked over at her. Sea anemone? And kelp? Where the heck was he supposed to get that stuff? He didn't want to even move. But she was making an effort, and that wasn't anything she'd done before, so he just closed his eyes again and nodded, wincing when the movement speared his head.
Thomas was already resting as he blew out the candle and holding her close to his chest. He loved the sound of the waves crashing against the boat and the soft coo of the sea birds. Soon he was fast asleep having the best sleep he has had in quite awhile. Lydia smiled watching her knit the scarf "I still cannot knit, I am jealous of your skills...is his letter interesting?" She asked looking at the worn parchment "it says it comes from Tortuga I've heard that where he receives and sends letters...he'll be so pleased to hear about the baby..."
Jacqueline nodded, and quickly went to her bag and sighed in relief as her medicines were still there and safe in glass bottles, she winced holding her stomach and whimpering in pain as she created the pack and placed it on his forehead.
Sada woke early the next morning, finding what she could of the rations in his room, and made a meagre breakfast of watery oatmeal and rum, having a small portion for herself, and leaving the rest for Thomas. She kissed his cheek gently to wake him, before smiling and going to braid her hair into a long loose rope down her back. Emma smiled as she looked up, shaking her head. "I don't know why it comes easy to me, it's just one of those things, I suppose. I like to be able to create something useful." She said honestly. She nodded as Lydia looked over the letter. "Yes, Tortuga, apparently they've stopped there. I do hope he stays safe." She said honestly.
Sampson kept his eyes closed, just listening to her rustle around. He jerked in shock when something was pressed to his forehead, and then relaxed again when it brought relief, and he reached up a hand to hold it there. Opening one eye, he looked over at her, wondering why she had helped him. Pushing away his pride, he closed his eyes again. "Thanks." He whispered hoarsely.
Thomas woke up and smiled seeing food "I haven't seen actual food in awhile Sada" he praised and ate it happily "Mmm that is perfect for a cool morning...did you get something to eat darling?" He watched her brush her long dark hair and was mesmerized "gorgeous..." Lydia smiled "I'm sure he will, he's with a tame group...no pirates or anyrhing dastardly like that." She examined the carved shell that was placed inside "gorgeous...he is very talanted I bet he could sell those for gold." She pat her friend's belly "what if he isn't there before the child?"
Jacqueline sighed and nodded "least I could do...you saved my life afterall..." She mumbled and bit her lip "your ship will be leaving soon...do you need assistance?"
Sada beamed, happy for the praise, but she brushed it aside. "It's hardly worth anything. Just some gruel with the things I found." she said, putting down the brush and moving to look at her reflection in the mirror he had given her. She smiled, pleased, and looked over at him. "What shall I do, while all the crew is out and about, and I'm here in the cabin?" She asked, hoping he would give her some work of some sort.Emma bit her lip, hoping that was true. But knowing Edmund, she guessed that he was already tangled up in the pirates. She came over to admire the shell and smiled softly, nodding. "He's an artist, when he tries to be." She said honestly, smiling softly. Then she looked down at her stomach, rubbing it. "he said only a month… but if he has not come back when I give birth, then I will send a letter to tell him." She decided.
Sampson accepted that. It was just a debt repaid. And so was what he was going to do now. He just grunted in response, feeling his headache ebbing finally, and forced himself out of his chair. He left without another word, going to the inn's public baths, which was really just a natural spring out back. After a quick dip, he was feeling much more refreshed, and he returned to his room, slipping his shirt back over his head. He pulled the jacket she had stolen back around his shoulders, tying up his black hair again. Then he moved over to her and eyed her for a moment. She was only wearing a shirt, and he knew that would cause problems with the other sailors, especially since the shirt was quite see-through. Sighing, he shrugged his jacket off again and gave it to her to put on, before scooping her into his arms and striding out of the inn. "You have stitches in your stomach. You won't be able to walk for a few days, and I need to make sure you don't die from infection." he said gruffly, not looking at her as he paced towards the ship.
Thomas smiled and kissed her cheek and placed a tropical flower behind her ear smiling at how lovely the colors were against her dark hair. He sighed looking around "I need some help with sewing? If you don't mind there is a pile of clothes that needs mending...I'm horrible with sewing and Sampson refuses to do it anymore." Lydia gave back the shell and smiled "are you excited for the child? I think it will be wonderful, but after the child will you join him at sea or will he settle down with you?" She asked bouncing Donavon and practicing her sign language.
Jacqueline gasped out "I beg your...no! I'm fine I can walk slowly but I'm fine!" she groaned rolling her eyes as he carried her to the ship "fine after a day im working again just same as any of the crew..."
Sada brightened immediately when he found some work for her to be doing. She loved feeling useful, and wanted to get something done, rather than just sitting there in the cabin, staring out the window. She nodded, gathering up the clothes and dumping them on the window seat where she immediately pulled out her small sewing kit and got to work. "Wonderful. I'll start right now."Emma nodded, she didn't have to hide that. "I'm thrilled." She said honestly, as truly, she couldn't have thought of a better thing to happen to her. She was bearing her love's child. Then she wrinkled her nose. "A ship is no place for a child. But whether or not Edmund stays with us to raise them, that will be up to him." She said, tucking the shell away and getting back to her knitting.
Sampson ignored her, carrying her into the ships quarters, where he lay her on one of the hammocks, quickly checked the stitches, rebound the dressings, and then closed the shirt again. He draped one of the rough wool blankets over her and surveyed his work. "Whatever pleases you, Kitty." he sighed, deciding he had done all he could do, and then returned to the deck of the ship, to start gathering sailors.
Thomas smiled and nudged his nose against hers and pecked her lips "thank you my love...i know you like to work but I never want you to over exert yourself. But I will keep you busy alright?" He frowned as Sampson came in with the girl "what on earth?" He went out to his brother "is this a hospital now?" He had to be somewhat strict with his crew.Lydia smiled signing to Donavon to crawl to his daddy, as she let him on the floor and sighed smiling "I'll bsn him from the sea to raise your child." She insisted and smiled hugging her friend "I'm glad for you...I hope to be able to help you in some ways."
Jacqueline groaned she hated that name and she hated him, she moved the rough material away from her sore stomach and sighed touching the ring around her finger, her father who was lost at sea...he was the only one that believed in her.
Sada nodded, stealing a kiss and waving him away so she could concentrate on the sewing. When she did a job, she wanted to do it well, and she couldn't if he was distracting her. In out, in out, in out, pull tight, and over again. Emma laughed softly, shaking her head. "If he does not choose to stay on the land himself, I highly doubt we'll be able to keep him here. But thank you, I appreciate it." she looked out the window at the windblown city, and smiled softly to herself. "It would help if you could sew your own scarves." She teased, passing her knitting needles and a ball of yarn.
Sampson looked over at Thomas and dipped his head. "She's using my cot, cap'n, and she isn't bothering anyone." he said, rubbing his forehead. "I couldn't leave here there with no help and no coin. She'll earn her keep. She wants to be treated as one of the crew." He said seriously. He was tired, and annoyed, and frustrated with that girl.
Thomas sighed running a hand through his hair "I don't want you squalling at eachother day in and day out...clear? I expect her to earn her keep but there will be no harassment from the crew or you. She is still a lass so no speak of brothels or demeaning her in any way." He said seriously and watched as his crew sauntered in "get you lead out of your pants men! Or you'll be acrubbing the deck till I can see my sparking smile!" He yelled and went to the wheel and got the ship back out to sea.Lydia bit her lip and tried to start it off but it turned into a knotty mess in the two seconds she had it "I'll say it was moth eaten...or one of the dogs got to it..." She watched Donavon crawl to his daddy. She smiled "he's been asking for you all day..."
Sampson looked at his brother in disbelief. Did he somehow thing it was his fault that they fought all the time!? He certainly wasn't the one starting it! Or at least, that's what Sampson thought, of course. "Harrumph." He grumbled, nodding. "Yes cap'n." he sauntered off to his post, helping pull the anchor up while other sailors manned the sails and the captain stood by the wheel, getting them moving out to open ocean. When they seemed to be going steady, Sampson grabbed a bottle of rum, and one of the biscuits from the kitchens, and went down to check on the girl. Emma laughed merrily, enjoying her attempts at knitting. "One of the dogs must have chewed it up! Oh you poor thing, all that hard work…" She giggled, shaking her head.
James smiled, scooping up Donavon into his arms. "Have you?" he asked, throwing him up. "Missed you too, little bear." he said, walking over to sit by Lydia. He eyed her creation. "And that's supposed to be… ?"
Jacqueline winced as he opened the door, the light filtering in to the dark barracks shining in her face. She whinpered the pain intense as she was less drunk and feeling the nerves "what do you want..." She whispered and sighed "just leave me alone..."She turned away from him on the hammock.Lydia gave him a look "your noose if you say anything else about it." She warned teasingly and continued to try and knit "I am getting mocked by the entire staff and my mother because I cannot knit, I don't need my husband starting."
Sampson just stood in the doorway as she winced and whimpered in his hammock. He could tell that she was feeling the pain more acutely, at yet she was shifting about more, like she was nervous. Why would she be nervous? She was the one who attacked him all the time… "I have food and rum. If you don't want it, then say so." He said gruffly, annoyed. It wasn't as if he had come to hack her to bits.James raised his hands in surrender, drawing his pinched fingers across his lips and then tossing the invisible key. Then he smiled and came over, lifting her by her waist so he could sit down in her chair, and then sit her on his lap. "Now let's see about that knitting." he said, placing his hands over hers and guiding them.
Jacqueline looked up at him and shook her head "no...I don't want anything..." She did feel uncomfortable around him, he scared her and that's why she fought. It wasn't fear that scared her...it was playing and wanting to know him wanting him not to call her kitty but ask her name. But she was a strong, head strong woman that didn't allow anyone in.Lydia sighed and let him help her his rough hands helping her slowly knit each stitch. She smiled back at him and kissed his cheek "thank you...but if you do better then me I will lose it James...lose it." She watched Donavon play with the dog "he loves dogs..."
Sampson shrugged, and sat down heavily on an upturned bucket. "Suit yourself." he said, leaning back against the wall. He wasn't going to let the rum go to waste. Especially when there was precious little of it on the ship. So he contented himself with sipping from the bottle, just watching the figure on the cot. What was with her today? She was never like this.James worked through the stitches with her, and when she seemed to start to get the hang of it, he smiled. "There you go!" He praised, kissing her cheek. "thats lovely dear." he said, turning to look at their boy with the dog. He chuckled. "he sure does. Good thing we have quite a few of them." he said.
Jacqueline rolled her eyes, she didn't want him around and yet here he sat. She watched him as he watched her, she wasn't going to be intimidated by him. She wasn't some lass that was submissive to a man "what do you want?...really?" She asked softly feeling tired and defeated.Lydia smiled and watched her son, he was so carefree and sweet "he's going to love the snow when it comes...it's so silent he can enjoy that like the rain..." She put down the needles and got up going to play with her son "do you think the surgery is a good idea?...it's metal in his head.."
Sampson looked up, surprised when she spoke. "I'm sitting and drinking, is there anything so wrong with that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he took another swig. He had not meant to offend her by taking a break! You'd think this girl could take offence to anything! He was just trying to rest and recuperate after the last couple days, as they had been quite busy. Yeesh…James chuckled, watching the dogs lick and play with their boy. "the snow will be quite the wonder for him." he agreed. "And as for surgeries, maybe once he's older and can decide for himself, we'll talk about it. But for now, I'd rather just let him do normal kid things, than have to deal with stitches and medicines all the time." he said honestly.
Jacqueline sighed "you take everything personally...I'm not trying to make you upset. Im trying to understand you..." she whimpered feeling blood seep through and winced squeezing her side to stop the blood flow. She took deep breaths "I never wanted to hurt you..." She admitted "you weren't supposed to come after me...then it just turned into a challenge..."Lydia sighed and nodded pounding the floor to give him vibrations that always made him giggle, she kissed his head and smiled "he's getting really good at sign...I can easily communicate with him."
Well that was new, and something that he had not been expecting at all. She was trying to understand him? Why? He thought she wanted to steal from him, and make fun of him again. He stood slowly and walked over to her, unwinding the dressings, and then winding new ones again. "Right. Not trying to hurt me. That's why you pretended to love me, gave me a black eye, and stole all the coin I had?" He shook his head slowly, backing up again when he was sure the bleeding was quenched. "I had no choice but to follow you and regain what you had stolen."James nodded in agreement, smiling softly. "He wouldn't be able to communicate like that if he was talking. He's only a couple months and we can already hold conversations." he pointed out. "He's a brilliant boy…" he smiled.
Jacqueline winced as he rewrapped the dressings and considered her words carefully "you were a rich guy, that's all I saw as I started the charade, but as the night drew on I didn't want it to be you but I had no other choice...do you think I planned all of that on my own? I was in debt with a man that wanted to kill me...so I had to escape. But then you kept coming back and I got scared that you were with him...then you turned into a pig and I lost all respect and feelings for you!"Lydia nodded and smiled tickling his tummy gently, she kept seeing mother talk urgently with generals about Germany and Russia. It made her worry but she couldn't be involved anymore not with James being future king "what is truly going on..."
Sampson didn't want to hear that. It made it harder to hate her, and his hurt pride said she deserved to be hated. She had taken his heart and broken it, making him look foolish in the process. He had never trusted another woman since. Calling her out as a brothel wench was his subtle way of saying that she broke men's hearts just like the girls there did. Stealing them away for a night only to take their coin in the morning. Sampson dumped the bottle of rum beside her. She would need liquid in her, and rum would numb the pain. "Hurt men say foolish things." he said gruffly, and turned and left to rejoin the workers above decks. James sighed softly, not liking to think of the turmoils the plagued the country. But it wasn't something they could just ignore. "The world might declare war on Germany." he said, swallowing. "The country is expanding its boarders too quickly, stealing land and sending its occupants into its army." He explained.
Jacqueline sighed turning away from the bottle and his pathetic exuse, hurt men...of course his pride was wounded so he takes absolutely no accountability in his part of their war. She caught sight of a very revealing dress probably a mistress left it behind she slowly and painstakingly put it on and put her hair up out of her face. If he wants a brothel wench he'll get a brothel wench. Thomas looked up as he came up from the barracks "I didn't hear any shouting is the girl dead?" He asked with a teasing raised brow knowing that she was alive and find but he had to give his brother grief "Sada has taken over your seamstress duties and so you are in charge of the main sail again."
Lydia listened to him shocked "including the common wealth? Would you have to go to war if things get worse?" She already nearly lost him once she couldn't handle him being gone again. He was already a decorated officr!
Sampson couldn't help but think he had made a mistake by saying anything at all. He knew she would still hate him. She would do anything she could to hurt him, he expected that. But he had just admitted that he was hurt and foolish, and it had taken a great deal from him to say that. He just hoped he wouldn't dearly regret it. "No, she's not dead." he said simply, his eyes hard. He wasn't in a laughing mood. His expression only changed when he mentioned Sada. "She's on the ship?" he asked, begrudgingly surprised. He wanted to still feel mad, mad at the world, but such good news as that managed to break him out of it. "So you found her then?"James nodded, running his hand through his dark hair that had started to grow longer over the seasons. "Yes, even the common wealth." He said, looking over at her. He took her hands in his and swallowed. "A king is not expected, nor permitted in war, not after they've served once. Nation doesn't want to lose it's royalty and all that. But that doesn't mean I'm happy about sitting back here and watching."
Thomas nodded "it appears that a miscommunication took place...she thought I was sleeping with Rosaline..." He sighed not wanting to think of it "she's here to stay though and I expect you to keep the crew in line, two lasses on the boat is not only bad luck it's a huge temptation."Jacqueline slowly exited the barrack and looked around at the sun, she held on the rail to keep her balance but she just wanted off this ship, not only was the dress a mockery in was rather uncomfortanle and hard to walk in...blasted skirts.
Lydia sighed feeling relief but still she knew he was hurting, she pushed his hair back and caressed his cheek "you aren't just watching...you are keeping the people informed and motivated keeping the spirits up if it comes to that...I don't want you to feel guilt..." She said softly and handed him his son who was signing papa over and over.
Sampson shook his head slowly. "Well that's quite a huge misunderstanding." He said, his eyes wide. "I'm glad that it's all been sorted out." He said honestly. Then he nodded, huffing, "I know. I'll make sure the men stay in line." He promised, glancing around the ship. And that was when he saw Jacqueline. For a moment, he just stared, and then he went livid. So now she was trying to mock him, and get herself molested? He knew that confessing to her would be the worst possible idea. Storming over to her, he growled. "What do you think you are doing!? Do you want to get yourself raped!?"James leaned his head into her embrace and sighed softly, trying to believe that. "Thank you, Lydia. You keep my spirits up." he said, his smile soft as he looked up at her. He looked down at the little boy, signing away, and smiled. 'hi baby' he signed.
Jacqueline growled "it was either this wretched dress or a shirt and a jacket without trousers! Not everything has to do with you! I'm sorry I hurt you truly I regret that night every minute of my day but honestly im more tired of this fight! I'm tired of you hating me!" The crew was silent as the two of them fought on the main upper deck.
Thomas rolled his eyes and stepped into the caption quarters and hugged onto his Sada needing a reprieve from this nonsense "think you can make a pair of trousers for a lass your size?"
Lydia smiled and slowly got up to help the chefs get lunch ready, she definately broke the stigma of royals sitting all day being waited upon, she helped the maids clean and the chefs cook she stayed pretty active and took care of her family "Emma rest." She directed the girl always trying to push herself.
Sampson groaned, raking both hands through his hair. "You could have at least put a jacket over the dress!" he shouted, not caring in the slightest that everyone was staring at them. Then he just sighed, pacing back and forth, hating that every time he tried to care for her, tried to protect her, somehow, she always found a way to injure or defy him again. And he was just as tired of this fight as she was. "I'm done. I am so done with this. I'm done with you treating me like crap. I'm done with you whining and complaining because you think I hate you. If I hated you, I would have left you to drown." He said, his words angry, but they were lost in the truth in them. "You say you're capable, so I trust you can take care of yourself. You're on your own." He walked away, taking a deep breath, and scaled the rigging, putting his mind to the task of controlling the main sail. Sada looked up as Thomas returned, and she smiled softly, leaning into his embrace as she continued to stitch. "You're in luck. You have a pair that must have shrunk, as they're much to small for you. You could give them to her, and see if they fit." She offered, handing him the brown trousers that had, in fact, shrunk.
Emma had flour in her hair and all over her face, but she wasn't complaining, as she rolled out the dough for pastries. "If it's alright for me to say so, highness, I prefer to keep my mind busy and my hands at work." She said honestly, as she knew that when she was idle, all she could do was miss Edmund.
Jacqueline was shocked his words hurt her deeply and she blinked away tears. He didn't even listen to her or else he would have known that she cared about him damn it! She pulled a jacket over herself and picked up her things from his cot leaving it exactly as it was. She went to the brig and set up a bed of hay and a destroyed sail to rest on away from the crew and him.Thomas heard the shouting and sighed running his hand threw his hair "we can't do the mission if there is so much angst on my ship!" He held up the trousers and nodded "these'll do just fine..." He kissed her "I need a woman to figure out this lass I don't know who else could talk to her..."
Sampson sat, straddling one of the beams that spurred out of the main mast. He had a line wrapped tightly around his hands, using it to tighten or loosen with the winds. In his other, he was knotting and unknotting a short piece of rope, trying to clear his mind. Sada blinked, her expression soft. "looks like those two have some things to sort out." She said softly, putting her stitching to the side. She took the trousers back, and stood. "I'll go talk to the girl. But you'll need to talk to your brother." Her smile grew thoughtful. "A fight is never one sided." She took the trousers then, and disappeared out into the ship, going to find Jacqueline. "Hello?" she called, wandering around. "The captain sent me to find you, I have some trousers…" She said.
Thomas went to sit by him and sighed "dad taught us to take our emotions out on the knots..." He mused and watched the sail and then the waves and finally his brother "time to talk." He said seriously "I can't have that energy on my ship..." He sighed trying to be more brotherly "I'm worried about you."Jacqueline was surprised to see another woman, it wasnt common but she felt slightly grateful. The woman seemed grounded and kind, she took the trousers and changed quickly feeling relieved as she leaned against the wall "thank you..." She knew the woman was here to talk and that unnerved her she wasn't one for having heart on heart conversations.
Sampson glanced up briefly as Thomas joined him, and then just returned his focus to the knots, finishing one final twist before he set the rope aside, leaned back on his hands, and watched his brother. "You're worried about me…" he repeated, wondering why it sounded strange. Oh that's right. Because the person he was just fighting with wished him dead. Beside hate, worry seemed very foreign. "I'm fine." he said simply, not wanting to talk about the girl. She was on her own. he didn't want to think of her any longer. Sada was relieved when she found the girl, surprised to see her in a skimpy dress. She seemed relieved as well, to get the trousers, and Sada turned politely as she changed. Then, she sat gracefully among the sails that had been rearranged, and looked at the girl. "My name is Sada. I'm a gypsy." She spoke, her English choppy. But her worry creased face expressed enough emotion for anyone to understand. "Are you… ok?"
Thomas sighed "not talking about it isn't an option Sam...I'm an open war you can say whatever you want you just got to clear the air and release this pent up anger..." He leaned back against the nasy watching him "I'll stay here all day and I don't think the crew will react well to you getting special treatment...so your choice."Jaqueline sighed and shook out her messy curls some falling over her face as she bit her lip and shook her head "no..." She answered honestly and tucked her head down ashamed of the tears that were starting to come. She didn't even know what to say, she fell in love with a man and to save his life and hers she had to steal and run...she tried so hard for them to start over but they always ended up fighting.
Sampson tensed, and whirled as the sound came again. He staggered to the square, where a female figure was strung up and dancing, among a crowd of rowdy men. Sampson chuckled first, and strode up among the crowd. "Pretty Kitty got herself in a trap?" He called, strolling up to her. "I told ye you'd do well in a brothel." he said, cracking a smile at her as he whipped out his sabre and sliced through the cords on her wrists. "Come on then, Kitty. Let's get you home. Mind you don't get too close to anyone. Quite without clothes, hm?" He said, scanning her body. "Let's go!" He swaggered down to the streets again.