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At Luc’s stables :
Isabella and Jake *ride back
to the stables in a relaxing and comfortable pace without talking much and the horses are let loose in the fenced grassing
area. Isabella wipes her forehead with the back of her hand as they walk across
the yard; it’s a warm day and they’ve been riding in the afternoon sun – and naturally she brought the heavy
professional camera for the job.*
Jake: Something cold to drink?
Isabella *smiles* Yes, please.
Jake *leads her to his small
apartment in the back of the stable-building; motions for her to take a seat on the sofa and then takes out two colas from
refrigerator* Afraid I can’t offer a cold beer; I don’t drink alcohol
myself.
Isabella *Takes a seat and
puts down her camera-bag* Cola is fine, thanks.
*takes a large drink from the bottle he hands as he sits down next to her. Looks
around the apartment* This is a pretty cool place …
Jake *shrugs* It’s OK.
Isabella *finishes her soda
and checks her wrist watch; she rises from the sofa and throws her bag over her shoulder*
Thanks for the tour and the cola; I really should be going …
Jake *rises as well* Right … *looks down for a moment, then raises his eyes again to meet hers; softly* Unless, you wanna stay for a while and … hang out?
Isabella *looks at him for
a moment trying to read his expression* And what exactly would ‘hang out’
mean?
Jake *smiles wryly as he
gazes intensely into her eyes* Whatever you want it to.
Isabella *swallows hard* Oh … *Jake smiles a little, brushes
a lose strand of hair off her face before he leans down and kisses her. Carefully, trying, at first, then more forcefully
as she responds by returning the kiss. He puts his arms around her waist pulling her closer as she puts her arms around his
neck. As their kisses become more passionate, he lets his hands slide down slowly and then grapping her butt lifting her up;
she wraps her legs around his waist as he carries her over the bed.*
At the DeMarco Center:
*It’s the next morning
it has been a busy week so far for the both of them, Ava and George head towards the deMarco. There are three builders standing
outside drinking a cup of coffee and eating a bacon sandwich. One of the builders gives the others a heads up as he sees George
and Ava approach. They all pretend to talk about the building*
Bob: You see Ricky I don’t
think that will work we could *Ava and George approach them*
Bob: Hello you must Mr
Jung we spoke on the phone
George: So we did
Bob: And who is this pretty
lady then
George: This Ava Le Fay
my girl she owns this place
Ricky: I thought Don owned
it
Ava: No I do they wouldn’t
let him but it they thought he would turn it into a brothel *thinking of what happened in the office* Oh wait he did he took
whores in there
Bob: Oh *glares a Ricky*
if you could let us in and we will take a gander at the place.
George: Sure *George pulls
a set of keys out and unlocks the door* this way
Bob: So what are we going
to do to this place?
Ava: Well on this floor
I want all the walls knocking down so its one open floor
Simon: Love if we did this
we will need to put some support structures up to keep the floor above up.
Ava: Yes you could put
some funky structures like glass columns or something
Simon: Ok anything else
Ms Le Fay
Ava: yes I want the back
wall to be like a garden house, replace the walls with glass to let the light in but to this floor only.
Bob: *making notes* we
could do that love.
George: to the basement
*they walk down it’s one big open place* what we want here is make it into different therapy rooms about 8 rooms
Simon: *looks around the
place* Im sure we can do that is there any thing else
Ava: Sure is we need to
go to the top floor *the three builders are out of breath going up and down stairs* Come on keep up.
Ricky: so what we going
to do in here
Ava: This is where babies
are going to be born *all four men go pale* each room will be different; that room there will be a water birth room, that
will be my consolation room, that will be bedroom environment, that room will be where all the equipment is kept.
George: *whispers* see
sound proofing screaming women
Bob: yup we can do it all
of it love
Ava: thanks when are you
going to start
Ricky: After Lunch we never
work on a empty stomach
Ava: But you have just
eaten a sandwich
Ricky: My dear that’s
just a starter
At Godley’s house:
Donnie *Before looking for
Sergeant Godley, he went home to check on Grace, but she was sleeping so peacefully that he couldn’t bear to wake her
up. So he just left her a note saying that he’d been there. He still hasn’t told her what case Portsmith has him working on out of fear that she’ll insist
on helping instead of resting. Not knowing where Godley might be, he decides
to start looking for him at his house. He knocks on the door hoping that Godley
will be home.*
Sergeant Godley *having parted
with Alphonse Corso at the warehouses, decides to have lunch at home before writing the report. He is brewing a creamy salmon soup, having tasted and added some spices, munching a Wonka Bar to still
his hunger, he starts to lay the table as he always does, with a nice plate and a linen napkin, loads of bread
and butter, when he hears a knock on the door. Without any hurry he moves the
kettle from the oven, washes and wipes his hand and finally gets to the door annoyed, but his expression changes to worried
when he sees Donnie* Yes. Oh, Brasco? Has anything happened to Grace? I heard
she was not at the hospital anymore. I am just summing up the investigation
so far ... *he turns and walks back to the kitchen.* Care to join my frugal lunch
while we talk?
Donnie *follows Godley into
the kitchen; as he smells the delicious soup he suddenly remembers that he hasn’t eaten in quite a while.* I’d love to, I’m starving! *Talks while Godley
finds an extra plate and sets the table* Grace is fine; she shouldn’t have
left the hospital so soon, but I think she’s on the mend. I came to talk
to you about Abberline. I take if you’ve heard the rumours about him? Well, unfortunately, those rumours are now being backed up by photographs and statements
from den-owners. Portsmith is being very thorough.
Godley *very concerned, fills Donnie's
plate to the brim, frowns while he prepares his own meal. He doesn't say anything
for a while, he just spreads a thick coat of butter on a thick loaf of bread.*
I hope this is enough for us both. *he says at last as if he were
concerned about the lunch* I didn't expect company ... *he stirs the soup with
his spoon* Yes. I have heard all
kind of rumours. There's always a lot of rumours flying around at From Hell Court.
If you mean those mean things about the Inspector, I wonder who would believe such rubbish. But ... what kind of photographs? I would be very keen on
seeing one. And I would not believe a word about what the den owners say or do.
It's the Commander who pulls their strings. So, are you sure that the Commander
is behind it all? Why would she go through so much trouble because of the Inspector.
As far as I know, he hasn't been up to anything else than taking care of his family. Why now? *he starts to eat his soup, but it seems that
the taste is lost on him*
Donnie *digs into his food
with relish; Godley really is a fantastic cook! Smiles a little* I’m sure it’s enough. *Shrugs* I have no idea what it is she has against the Inspector … other than the fact that his wife is a
pirate and she hardly needs any other reason than that. *Puts his spoon down,
frowns* Although, she doesn’t seem half as keen to go after me and Grace. There must be something other than Kat that makes the Commander see red. Well, maybe it’s only a matter of time before it’s my turn.
*Thinks for a moment as he continues to eat* Maybe it’s the fact
that he does spend so much time with his family that’s the problem … she has on occasion complained about how
no one likes her or comes to visit. *Shrugs*
Maybe the woman is lonely … *then frowns* But if ruining people’s
reputation and career is her answer, she needs a hobby! *Spreads butter on a
piece of bread and takes a large bite; swallows and takes a drink; digs into his bag and takes out the stack of photographs,
places them on the table in front of Godley* As you can see, she’s really
put some effort into this so-called evidence.
Godley *fills both plates
again* I do know what it all is about. They
had a er ... *he blushes* a close enough relationship. He's not proud over
it. That was while the Inspector still was on drugs. Then came Raven, and made a huge change, and he befriended Manouche, and found Kat again ... That's the reason. Jealousy. She thinks he betrayed her and moved to the side of the pirates. *he
sighs* She has a hobby. It's all
of us, this whole town is her little hobby and she just hates it when something goes the wrong way. *he looks Donnie
in his eyes, very grave* This is all confidential. You haven't heard a word from me. *he looks wistfully at the
empty kettle* I said I didn't have enough. Now
you have to eat just bread. *He rises up slowly and walks to the fridge, and
when he returns, he has a large bowl of chocolate mousse and some small dessert bowls in his hands.* Just a small dessert. Unfortunately I don't have any whipped
cream. *He puts down the bowl and takes the bunch of pictures* If these are fakes, they are excellent. He wouldn't do
any of those things. *he smirks at a photo where Abberline apparently is demanding
money from a den owner* That's not him. Is
that all there's against him? And what happens now? *he sits down and the chair creaks under him. He digs right
into the chocolate mousse.*
Donnie *listens while silently
wondering where Godley puts all that food; he’s only had one portion and is completely filled. Still, the chocolate mousse looks too delicious not to eat so he takes a small portion. Nods* Well, that certainly explains it. And don’t worry, I won’t say a word about it. *Grins
a little* If I’d had a close relationship with Portsmith, I wouldn’t
want anyone to know about it either. *Turns serious* For now we have him held up at the Office; it’s just to keep up appearances. We don’t want the Commander to know that we are aware that it’s all her doing. I’m hoping that Abberline has alibis for the photographs; that he’s able to say he was somewhere
else at the time they were taken and that someone can testify to it. Basically,
we need evidence that he didn’t do those things. Reasonable doubt
will do in a courtroom, but I fear Portsmith will persist even with that.
Godley: We all have skeletons in our closets ... *suddenly concerned again* Held up? Did you arrest him? *he shakes his head* If you brought
him there by force, you won't get anything out of him. Oh dear ... I hope he
hasn't said anything incriminating just out of spite and anger. Why didn't you
contact me earlier. *he flicks through the photos once again* Maybe you should interrogate some of the den owners too. This
doesn't look good. Have you alerted Kat already? *he
starts to clean the table, his mind elsewhere. He takes the plates
and the utensils, shoves them in the sink, then he absentmindedly takes the dessert bowl from Donnie, who hasn't yet finished his
mousse.* But I suppose I don't count as either an investigator nor a witness
when it comes to the Inspector's case. Everybody knows I am partial and I won't
hide it. I have known him since he was just a troubled boy and joined the
forces. Rash, impatient, sometimes outright foolish, but he would not do
anything what he's accused of. Can I come and talk with him? Or should I stay out of this, at least officially?
Donnie *ignores the disappearance
of the dessert bowl* We, meaning myself and Hanson, didn’t have much choice. He was surrounded by a rather large and angry mob in From Hell Court and we had to
at least appear to be arresting him. *Looks down*
To be honest the evidence were starting to convince me that maybe he was guilty.
That was foolish of me and I am ashamed to tell you. Manouche came by
the Office and had a word with him to smooth things over and let him know that I’m trying to help him. Otherwise, as you said, I wouldn’t get anything out of him.
Manouche also said she would talk to Kat. To be honest, between all that
and trying to make sure Grace stays out of trouble, I haven’t had time to talk to the den-owners yet. I don’t expect it, but maybe they’ll talk to me knowing that my wife is a pirate … and
a witch. *Laughs a little* Most
of them are terrified of her. *Takes a bit to drink* Well, as you said, everyone knows you’re a friend his, it would only be natural that you paid him
a visit. But for appearances sake, you can’t be working on the case officially. Portsmith would know instantly what we’re trying to do.
Godley *nods* It seems that you have done a decent work, Donnie. Just proceed with caution and promise
me to keep your position at the Security Office. The reason I have
been hanging there is that someone must do the real work, and try not to let the Commander have her way with everything and
everyone. I don't know why she hasn't thrown me off ... Perhaps the bullies she
tries to hire would not manage to keep the Security up. Have you met her
latest aquisition, the Haffners? Two horrible Valkyrias right out from a Nordic
Hell. Don't even try to be civil to them. Show them who is the boss and
they will respect you ... Would you mind if I did some investigating on my own?
Donnie *smiles a little self-conscious*
Thank you, I promise I won't let Portsmith or her Amazons scare me away.
Right, be firm, I'll keep that in mind. *Shakes his head* Oh no, not at all! I only ask that if you find something of interest, let me know about
it seeing how we're working on the same side. *Wipes his mouth, replaces
the photographs in his bag, and rises* I should be on my way. Thank you for the talk and the delicious meal. *They
shake hands and Donnie is on his way back to the office. He's about to enter
the building when someone knocks him on the back of his head and everything goes black*
At Luc’s stables:
Isabella *awakened by the
early rays of sunlight; she has no intentions of starting something with anyone right now, but at least it took her mind off
everything for a while. She doesn’t feel any guilt about not wanting more
than that as she’s certain that neither does this man lying next to her. She
carefully moves Jake’s arm and creeps out of bed. On her way to the bathroom
she quickly puts on her t-shirt. When she returns from the bathroom she goes
over to her bag and digs out a pack of cigarettes; she lights one and takes a seat on the sofa. As she smokes, she notices how the light falls in the room – it reminds her of those Hallmark movies
taking place in the ‘50’s or ‘60’s where, somehow, the light is always slightly yellow or orange.
It really would make a great atmospheric photo. She
puts out her cigarette and takes out her camera, careful not to make any noise. She
adjusts the settings and takes a few shots of Jake sleeping.*
Jake *is awakened by the
soft clicking sounds of the camera; turns and looks at Isabella; firmly* Please,
stop doing that!
Isabella *lowers the camera*
Relax, it’s just a picture!
Jake *sits up and grabs his
jeans from off the floor; quickly puts them on. Annoyed* Yeah, well, stop doing it.
Isabella *Quietly* Alright, I’ll delete them again … *muttering as she enters the gallery
of the camera and finds the pictures* They’re great shots, though.
Jake *angrily* I don’t want to be in any pictures! And put that damn
camera away! *Approaches her almost as if he’s intending to get the camera
out of the way himself.*
Isabella *rolls her eyes*
Geez! Take it easy, they’re
deleted. *Replaces the camera in her bag.*
Jake *softens again* Thank you. *Leans down and kisses her.*
Isabella *Pulls away; a little
apologetically* You do know that last night was only last night, right? I mean, I’m sure you’re a great guy and last night was great, but like
I told you, I just got out of a relationship and …
Jake *cuts her off* And last night was about getting your mind off that. I
know. To be frank, I’m not looking for a relationship either, so it’s
no problem.
Isabella *smiles; a little
relieved that she hadn’t misunderstood his intentions* Good. *Goes over and picks up the rest of her clothes; goes into the bathroom and emerges shortly after, fully
dressed* I should be on my way while it’s still early. There’s no shame in spending the night with someone, but I don’t know if I want the whole town
knowing.
Jake *nods* I understand. *Follows her to the door; kisses her again* Goodbye … *smiles wryly* If you
need a distraction again, you know where to find me.
Isabella *laughs a little*
I’ll keep that in mind. *Kisses
him on the cheek* Bye. *She walks
outside to her car; nods a quick ‘hello’ to Luc while trying not to blush too heavily as he must surely know what
has been going on; gets in her car and drives home.*
At George’s house:
Ava *decides that today
is the day she is going to file for divorce and start proceedings to get custody of her children. She approaches George who
is happily reading the paper and eating his lunch he likes to read the paper Ava pulls up a chair and starts to eat her cheese
on toast.* Darling can we talk
George: *Mumbling* What
about Ava Ichabod
Ava: No George not about
Ichabod but if your not going to pay any attention to me why should I tell you
George: Oh that makes a
change
Ava: Fine if your just
going to be like that George
George: Sorry Ava he just
ruffled my feathers that all by your face im sensing that what you wanted to tell about was serious
Ava: It is George I have
finally decided it’s time I file for divorce from Don and start proceedings to get custody of my babies. Then baby we
will be free from him and I can move on we can move on together without him holding us back. Then we can do all of the things
we dreamed off George what ever you want we will do George. *Smiles* maybe we could fill this house up with little baby Jung’s
but first we need more practice
George: Baby I will be
here for you would you like me to come with you
Ava: yes please George
I need you to be there
George: Little baby Jung’s
you say well im sure I can fit them in *laughs* yes more practise is needed we must get it right
Ava: Perfect *she stands
up and kisses George’s head he puts his head on her stomach*
George: I can hear them
now *laughs*
Ava: *laughs* no George
that’s just the cheese on toast *laughs*
George: We best get ready
and head to the security office they will know where we will have to go
Ava: Ava George darling
im ready it's you that needs to get ready *shudder*Oh that means we will see *sarcastically does a Commander voice* Commander
M Portsmith protector of Deppville head of security
George: *laughs* Ava that
was freakily good can you do the walk *Ava tries her walk* Oh you got her down to a t babe
Ava: This piece of bread
has been imported from grapes grocery from the 19 may 2007
George: *Laughing* Oh you
are too funny
Ava: you best go get
ready if we get there she might be on her lunch. *waits while George head upstairs
to get ready, in no time they are in the car on their way to the security centre. Ava starts to go dizzy in the car but she
doesn’t say anything to George she doesn’t want to worry him. Ava opens the car window to get some cool air on
her face*
George: Ava you ok
Ava: Yeah I just need some
fresh air
George: you sure
Ava: yes darling don’t
worry
At Crane’s house:
Kidd *Looking thoughtful
at Ichy’s words, then frowns.* It may well be ye 'ave a point, Ichabod. Kat's 'ad 'er time and I be weary of limbo.
Why should I worry my mind with Abby's troubles. Iffen 'e 'ad 'alf a chance,
e'd vanquish me fore'er. I'm thinkin' if it's meant te be so be it. *Grabs
his arm* We'll put te sea and make for Tortuga. Aye, it be time, I say!!
Ichy: Tortuga? *thinks briefly of Portsmith who put him into the
dungeon, and Abberline with his arrogance. The horrible Lady Cynthia ... Ava's new companion ... * Aye, Tortuga ...
Kidd *Moving closer to him.*
Ye'll no be sorry luv. It'll no
be easy for ye and you'll not like what might be needful at times but ye must stand true. Savvy?? Now there be a couple of thin’s I must do. Gather what e'er ye canna do without and meet me at the Apparition. I'll get what crew I can muster fro' 'ell Court and then 'ave a word with Manouche 'bout Chiana. I canna take a babe in arms where we must go. I must tell Manouche
what must be done to counter this connection ‘tween Kat and the babe. 'urry luv. I
will not be long. *Turns and leaves the house.*
At Chateau Blanchefort:
Netta *exploring the castle
on her own, Portsmith having gone out, presumably to the Security building. She
makes her way through the huge chateau, gazing with interest at the many wonders, the art, statues, luxurious furnishings. Eventually, she finds herself in what she realizes is Portsmith’s bedroom. She looks around, doesn’t see anything of particular interest. She’s about to turn and leave, when she looks again at the huge, deep bed. She smiles a little mischievously; she can’t resist. She
removes her shoes, takes a running start, leaps up on the bed, jumping up and down on it several times, her hair flying, face
flushed; what a wonderful jumping bed! She stops after a few minutes, noticing
that she’s knocked some of the pillows to the floor. She decides she’d
better put everything right and leave the room, since she has no idea when Portsmith might return. She hops back down to the floor, picks up one of the pillows, and her eyes widen as something drops from
inside the pillow case to the floor. She crouches down, picks up a shiny trinket
from the floor, the one Jack gave Portsmith during his clandestine Christmas visit.
She examines it carefully, can’t help but notice how different it is from any of Portsmith’s collections. She puts it in a pocket, finishes righting the pillows, leaves the bedroom, hoping
to find Wilson. She finally finds him in the morning
room, approaches him* Wilson, sir … look what I found. *holds up the trinket* Why would Commander Portsmith have
this under her pillow? It doesn’t look like something she would buy. Do you know what it is? *gazes at it
thoughtfully* It looks familiar, I don’t know why …
Wilson *Recognizes immediately
the trinket. He looks at it and Netta and ponders whether it is wise to tell
that it came from Mr. Jack himself. Netta would not want to hear about the escapades
of his father with the Commander. But on the other side, he does not want to
lie to her* Familiar? Have you seen
it before, then? *He catches one of the ferrets climbing up the back of the sofa
with a yellow spare feather of Portsmith's hat, takes the feather and let's her free again. Purity the ferret stares with
small intent eyes at Netta, then it tries to bite the trinket in her hand. He
decides on a sudden that she must be able to take it, she's a pirate's daughter...*
All right. I know who gave it to the Commander. You must always remember that you are a pirate's daughter, and pirates have to be prepared for anything.
Netta *frowns, looks at the
trinket, then looks up at Wilson* It’s from my daddy, isn’t
it? *she smiles cautiously, as if she’s afraid to give voice to the thought* It must be worth a lotta money! He wouldn’t
have left it here if he wasn’t comin’ back. Is … does this
mean … do you think he’s in love with the Commander? Maybe they’ll
get married, an’ I could live here with ‘em both forever! *looks
up at Wilson, her little face beaming* I feel
like I’ve found a treasure …
At the Security building:
George *finally pulls up
at the security centre it’s been a long time since he has been in there this time he has been good. The journey felt
like an eternity for Ava she is happy to get out of the car George opens her door and takes her hand. Ava smiles at George
*
George: You sure your ok
Ava: George im sure lets
get this over and done with *Ava looks around the car park for Portsmith car she cant see it until they both get near the
entrance* Oh the battle axe is in
George: I’m here
if she starts I will stop her ok I’m here *He puts his arm around her* Come on babe lets just think of it this way once
this is done we cant start a new laugh together the house needs filling up
Ava: *Laughs* Aye it does
indeed we will be like the duggar’s *They both enter the centre and are
greeted by Charlie once again he is buried in a magazine as usual he doesn't look up.*
George: *coughs and Charlie
looks up* Charlie is that all you ever do
Ava: *nudges George* Hi
Charlie could I see some one I need some help I didn’t know where to go
Charlie *admiring a shot
of pirate gals partying in Tortuga, when someone comes to disturb them. He looks
at George* I do have a very important job, unlike you. *He turns away from them not listening to Ava, takes a notebook with the name 'Charlie Powers, Lisa's Angel
a.k.a Secret Agent' embossed in gold and writes down the visitors name and date on a page. The
Vice-Mayor will be very pleased with him. He has noted down today Portsmith's
clothing and the height of her heels, and the time she went to lunch and the time she came back. Furthermore, Mailman Mike crossed the security square in the morning in a most suspicious manner. Inspector Abberline was arrested. Hanson
was a stupid jerk. Donnie Brasco was working at the Security again. Charlie even managed to notice that Summer, passing by, wore a shorter miniskirt than DeeDee ever. He also noted the color of her knickers. The
Vice-Mayor would really love all the information he has managed already to gather ... He
slams shut the notebook and eyes them suspiciously* Depends on what you want.
I really do hope for your own sake that you aren't on a secret mission.
Portsmith
*opens the padded heavy leather door leading to her Office* Shut up, Charlie.
Please come in Ava. Ah, and isn't
it George, how's the smuggling going? *without waiting for an answer, she spin
around and clicks the heels of her boots and goes back in, resumes her place behind the enormous desk that once stood in Chancellor
Bismarck's study in Berlin.*
Ava: Hello Commander *walking
into her office* What a big desk you have Commander *takes a seat some how now
she is starting to regret coming. Preps herself up inside her head*
George: Very *looks at the
Commander uniform* I see it's you have a new uniform since I was last in. I haven’t smuggled in years I have snuggled
but not smuggled.
Portsmith: It's those bloody pirates who have taken over smuggling nowadays.
*she thinks of her precious big drug delivery that mysteriously got lost. The
pirates must have struck again. They don't mind thieving from each other, but
anyway, it was a good precaution to use Kat's name and pose as her when she negotiated with the sellers ... * So, what can I do for you, Ava? If you come to inquire about
your husband, he has not been found yet, but there are some sightings of him. One
day he'll get too arrogant and we'll get him.
George: Yes pirates *thinks
about smuggling again but he shakes that thought right out of his mind*
Ava: Well no Commander
I do not care for him anymore *she takes Georges hand and looks at him* for all I care you can do what you want
with him he can stay missing. What I am trying to say Commander is I want to start procedures to divorce him. I want your
advice on how to proceed with it.
At From Hell Court / Rartigillichal:
Kidd *Critically
studies the crew she's managed to muster. An unsavory bunch, the lot of
them, but they'd do for now. Easy enough to replace them in Tortuga.* Alright mates, ye know what we be lackin' in crew. 'ave
a look 'bout and find the likeliest candidates to fill the roster and convince 'em by whate'er means then take 'em te
the ship and them that be conscious, put 'em te work. Them that's
not toss 'em in the brig 'til we weigh anchor. *Glances at three men standing
nearest to her.* Moe, ye and yer brothers 'ave yer own orders. Try not te trip o'er yer own feet, savvy?? *Waves them away*
Off with ye!! I've business elsewhere.
*Walks off toward Rartigillichal. Arrives, banging at the door*
Manouche *opens the door,
eyes widen* Kat … nooo, ‘ang on … *peers closer at her* It’s Kidd! *motions her inside* C’mon in, mate … *she brings her into the living room, walks to the buffet* I don’t reckon I need t’ ask if ye’d like a drink. *pours two glasses, brings one to her, they sit down* What
brings ye ‘ere? I ‘ave t’ admit, I’m concerned t’
see ye. Seems as of late, th’ only times we see ye is when Kat’s
in a bad way. What’s goin’ on, an’ what can I do? *smiles slightly* Yer boatswain is always at yer service,
to th’ best o’ me abilities.
Kidd *Gulps down the drink* Ye 'ave no idea mate. Seems te me Kat's way 'as been bad for much te long. I'm in
the way of thinkin' it's bein' time for a change, savvy. Kat be none too 'appy
with my idea but she'll come 'round. *Turning to business* I'm gatherin' a crew. Makin' ready te sail. There were
certain items I gave ye once to hide away. They be needful. Do ye recall them instructions. Chiana in particular. That pendant canna wait. Once I'm away
it must be pinned to 'er clothin' so that it touches her skin always. *Glances
at ring on her own finger* As long as I wear the companion piece, she'll be secure
from any adverse affects in connection with 'er mother, savvy??
Manouche *listens to Kidd,
gulps down her own drink, stares at her, startled. Stands up, goes to the buffet,
grabs the bottle, brings it back, pours fresh drinks* Bloody ‘ell, Kidd
… No worries ‘bout them items ye left in me care, they’re still tucked away safe an’ sound. An’ ye know I’d lay down me life fer Chiana or Raven either one. I’ll see to it that th’ pendant is pinned in place good an’ proper. But … blimey, what about th’ Inspector? Are ye
tellin’ him what’s what? Did ye know he’s been arrested, even
as we speak? I wanted t’ tell … well, Kat … I were wantin’
te warn ‘er, I spoke with Fred an’ he wants ‘er to steer clear o’ th’ Security office, he’s
sure it’s a trap o’ some sort. He may be right. It’s a dashed intricate plot against ‘im this time, with forged photographs an’ all. *shrugs* Per’aps ye’ll be
finished with yer voyage an’ back before he’s even released. *takes
a drink, arches an eyebrow as she looks carefully at Kidd’s face* Though
judgin’ from yer expression, I don’t reckon everythin’ll be tied up quite so neat an’ pretty, nor
timely. *drains her glass, pours another round*
Is there anythin’ else ye’d like me t’ do, mate? Name
it.
Kidd *Stiffens
takes a deep breath and for a brief instance Kat struggles through. But suddenly
flinches and Kidd returns; quickly downs the drink and speaks as if nothing happened.*
There be word of Abberline's arrest on e'ery street corner. It be of no
matter te me. Aye, keep Raven clear of this.
The last bloody thin' I need is … *Hesitates, angrily* Just keep
'im away!! Iffen I catch 'im near my ship I swear I'll still 'is gifts as mine
were stilled. *Bares her arm revealing the tattoo* and 'ave 'im delivered te
yer doorstep bound and gagged, savvy??? *Winces*
My time's wastin'. I'm for my ship.
*Stands* May the wind be e'er at yer back mate. *Steps out the door and makes for the docks.*
Manouche: Kidd, wait! *follows her to the door,
ready to run after her, then she stops, grasps the frame of the door to keep on her feet as she feels a dizziness quickly
sweep over her; she grits her teeth, realizes she’s picking up on the internal struggle going on between Kidd and Kat.
She cries out, anguished* Oh, by th' bloody powers, luv, is this what ye been strugglin' with all this time?
*She breaks out in a sweat, sinks to her knees breathing heavily, clinging to the doorway, waiting for it to pass. It finally starts to fade, and she takes a deep breath, tries to steady her shaking. After a few minutes her racing heart has calmed, and she slowly rises.
She looks in the direction where Kidd headed, sees her no more. She brings
her arm up and wipes her brow* Au revoir, mate.
*she swallows, closes the door, goes back into the living room, considering everything Kidd said, comparing her words
to the turmoil she felt emanating from the struggle with Kat. There was a time
she would’ve chased after Kidd, try to convince her to do something differently; but she knows this is one time she
must let it go. The best thing she can do for Kat and Kidd now is follow the
instructions about the items left in her care, help watch over Raven and Chiana … and possibly break the news to Abberline. She brushes her hair back, blinks away tears, thinks to herself almost as a prayer* Blimey, please spare me that last. I
been th’ harborer o’ bad news t’ poor Fred a few too many times. She
returns to the table in front of the sofa, sits down, pours one more drink; she drinks it slowly, thinking carefully. Then she finishes the drink, sets the glass down, stands up, leaves the room purposefully. She has much to do; no time like the present to get started.*
At an undisclosed location:
Donnie *slowly opens his
eyes; his head is spinning and he feels dazed. He tries to move his hand to check
the bump on the back of his head, but discovers that his hands are tied behind his back. As
his mind becomes clearer, he knows that he’s tied to a chair and a piece of duck tape is covering his mouth to keep
him from screaming. The room is dark, but he can see a man sitting by a table
reading in a book with a flashlight. The man looks oddly familiar, but he can’t
quite place him.*
Don Juan *hears that his
guest is moving. He shuts the book and aims the flashlight right into Donnies
face and starts to talk politely* I am sorry if I hit you too hard. I am not a master with these blunt things, but you must appreciate having a bump more than a sword wound.
I figured it was the best way to get your attention. If you promise not to shout, I will free your mouth. Not that
shouting helps you in any way, because no one can hear you, but I do not like screaming. Makes
me mad. Maryann! *Maryann emerges
from the shadows and walks to Donnie, bows down and rips the tape away with a sudden jerk.*
I am sorry but I can't free your hands yet. It depends entirely on you.
*he returns back to the table, sits down by it and watches for Donnie's reaction.*
Donnie *winces as Maryann
removes the tape; looks at Don confused. He knows that Don went nuts over Ava,
but he has nothing to do with that! Despite trying to block the thought, back
in his mind he can’t help but wondering if they also have Grace. Glares
at them both* What’s going on? What
do you want?
Maryann: Justice! We want justice and a fair investigation. Not one done by his buddies ...
Don Juan *raises his hand to silence her* I have loved over
1500 women *he pauses* well maybe almost 1,600, but anyway, but the only woman I truly loved rejected me. Oh well and now I must die ... What am I saying, someone must die, not I. *softly,
but handling the hilt of his sword* And how is your investigation going. Has it yielded any results yet?
Donnie *looks from one to
the other* What exactly are you hoping to hear? I
imagine that you wouldn’t have resorted to kidnapping if you were hoping for Abberline’s innocence … what
I don’t understand is, why are you so keen on seeing Abberline’s life ruined?
Maryann *shouting* And did you ask him why he wanted so eagerly ruin my life? He killed my husband in cold blood and he walks around free while the Security hunts for petty smugglers
and thieves.
Don Juan *shakes his hand, smiling* This is not all about
one Inspector, though I see now his bottomless selfishness when he played the hero and 'rescued' me. All for a show for poor Ava who lost her mind after that incident. I
am sure that the Inspector took advantage of it, but I want my wife and children back. They
need me more than I them, and I have to take care of them. *and my reputation,
but he doesn't tell it loud* Look at me, Brasco. Do
I look like a nutcase to you? I am tired of skulking in the shadows with feeble-minded
sailors and disgusting old tramps. I want my status back as a citizen with full
right. And you and your wife are helping me with it all. And you'd better listen
to Maryann's story before you take any sides and start to judge.
Donnie *listens to them both;
what he really wants to say is that Don does look crazy in that costume of his and that it’s doing shit like this that
makes people think he’s lost his mind. But he keeps those thoughts to himself*
If Ava doesn’t want to be your wife anymore, I don’t think there’s
much neither I nor Grace can do about it. *Looks at Maryann* I want justice too … Abberline shouldn’t get away with murder. Just
as he shouldn’t be falsely accused of crimes he didn’t commit. But
I’ll listen to your story … *smiles wryly* Don’t have much
choice now, do I?
Don Juan *raising his bat
threateningly* That is not a way to talk to a lady. Let's listen nicely and politely what the lady has to say. *a woman is always a woman even if she
would be like a raisin, she has once been a juicy grape ... He motions to Maryann to start*
Maryann *sits down on the floor beside Donnie and looks at him with her
watery, melancholy and somehow frighteningly empty eyes. She wraps her arms around
her knees and starts to tell her story* I was happily married to my husband.
He was a good man and a good father. Children
were always near to his heart, so he joined a charity organization helping poor parents to cope. His work was to locate twins and triplets, because the birth of two children at one time puts a great toll
on the economy especially in poor families. And because we had suffered ourselves
a terrible tragedy losing one of our own twins. She was kidnapped and vanished
without trace. *she has been grieving for too long to have any more tears to
shed* As you see, he would never have harmed anyone. He was well known and respected in the society and everything was fine until he came to this accursed place.
Inspector Abberline murdered my husband in a most cowardly fashion. He was shot while bound into a chair. He has no chance of defending
himself. I have proof. There's a tape existing, though his friends tried to wipe
away every trace of the happening, I can prove it was exactly so. Ask Commander
Portsmith. Ask Abberline's Gypsy strumpet. *and
still her unmoving eyes stare at him*
On The Apparition:
*The three
men stand outside the brig watching the unconscious man within.*
Larry *Enthusiastically*
Well we did it. The captain will be pleased.
Curly: Why is it do you think he seemed so reluctant to come with us?
Larry:
Because you goof, he's an Inspector. His kind rather do things in a lawful fashion.
Being kidnapped by Pirates was at the bottom of his list of priorities. *Grins*
Moe *Slaps Larry
on the back of his head and pokes Curly in the eyes* Shut up you morons. I'm out a copper for that tart we used to distract ol' Charlie with if the Captain
don't make it good. We followed orders, that's all that matters. Come on we got work to do. *The three return to the upper
deck, leaving Abby well secured.*
At Bournemouth House:
Alifi *slowly
approaches the house carrying a canvas bag, her expression careworn. She steps
up to the front door, is about to ring the doorbell, when the door opens* R-Raven! Did you see me coming, dear?
Raven *looks
at her, his eyes large and solemn* Sorta.
*he holds the door open for her, she comes inside; he closes the door behind her, brings her into the parlor, where
Chiana is sleeping peacefully on a thick blanket spread on the floor. He looks
at Alifi, speaks softly* Would you like something to drink? I just made some tea …
Alifi *sits
on the sofa, sets the bag down* Yes, a cup of tea would be wonderful. *he leaves the room, she sits quietly for a moment, then she moves down to the floor to look closer at
Chiana, who continues to sleep soundly* Beautiful child … *she watches
her for a few minutes, then looks up as Raven returns* Oh, thank you, love. *she stands up, takes the cup from him, sits back down on the sofa*
Raven *sits
next to her* I … I was expectin’ you.
*he nods toward Chiana* You’ve brought something for her, haven’t
you?
Alifi *looks
at him admiringly, nods slowly* Raven … your senses are becoming sharper
as you grow older, aren’t they? I think some of it has to do with the time
you spent with your ancestors around the holidays … but a lot of it is just you.
*she sips the tea for a moment, looks at him again* How do you feel about
all that, my boy? Honestly.
Raven *thinks
for a moment* I’m usually glad about it.
I – I guess there was a time I was sorry I had all this stuff about me.
But … now I’m glad. *smiles slightly* You an’ True Dreamer an’ Manouche have a lot to do with that.
Alifi: I’m glad to hear you feel that way. Sometimes
it’s hard to be different when we’re younger. But trust me, these
are amazing abilities you have, and I hope you’ll always honor and cherish them.
In a way, it’s like honoring and cherishing your family … your ancestors … and the memory of them. It’s a way for your family to live on.
Most people don’t have something like that. Be proud.
Raven *shrugs
modestly, grins a little, looks boyish* I am.
I feel funny about sayin’ it, but … I am.
Alifi *smiles* That’s fine. *she drinks a little
more of the tea* Raven … do you understand what’s going on right
now? With your mother?
Raven: Kinda. I know she’s … con…..
conFLICT-ed … sh-she’s never been totally happy here, has she?
Alifi *hesitates,
then sees from his face how much he wants – needs – to know the truth* Well,
love, she’s been through many unhappy times in her life, and she’s come up with ways to guard herself against
pain. May not be the best methods, but … it’s what it is. Kat’s who she is, and there’s no changing that. It
doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you and Chiana … or your father. But
sometimes people just have to do what they have to do. Do you understand that?
Raven *nods
slowly* Yeah … I do. I want
her to be happy. An’ I know she … she doesn’t want me to follow
her this time. There’s an Indian proverb, ‘love with an open
hand.’ Uncle Gili told that to me, an' I think True Dreamer told it to
me, too. I guess that’s what I gotta do now with Mother, ‘cause if
I try an’ stop her … that’s not really lovin’ her. Is
it?
Alifi *nods* Very wise. *smiles* Your uncle and True Dreamer must be very proud of you.
Raven *looks
at Chiana quietly for a few minutes* Mother's goin’ to sea … has
she left yet?
Alifi: I really couldn’t say, dear. But
she left specific instructions on taking care of you and your sister. She spoke
with Manouche, and Manouche asked me to come here and handle the preliminaries, as it were.
*she picks up the bag, takes the pendant from it, holds it up* She instructed
us to make sure this piece is always in contact with Chiana’s skin. See,
it has a pretty little clasp, that’ll keep it fastened to your sister's clothing.
We need for you to make sure she always has this on. You’ll have
to share this information with Candy, or anyone else who takes care of Chiana while your mother’s away. *they stand up, go over to where Chiana lies sleeping; they drop down on the floor, Raven holds Chiana
steady while Alifi gently pins the pendant to her little dress, underneath so it’s against her flesh. She stirs only slightly, then falls back into a deep sleep. Alifi
leans down and kisses her, strokes her hair gently* Such a little angel. *she looks at Raven, who gazes down at his sister, his eyes very dark and serious* This is a big responsibility, but I know you can handle it. Anyway, you’re not alone. It’ll be a bit harder
right now, while your father’s away, but Candy will help you. And remember,
if there comes a time another sitter for Chiana is needed, you can always bring her to us at Rartigillichal, or take her to
Miranda and Malachi. *pauses* Do
you know what’s going on with your father?
Raven: I only know he’s been arrested. I
… I don’t even know exactly how I know that. I wasn’t sure
I should go to him. *looks at Alifi, puzzled* I
don’t know why I feel like that, Alifi. I always go straight to him if
I know he’s in trouble. I mean, I was stayin’ here watchin’
Chiana … but I easily could’ve taken her with me.
Alifi: It must be an instinct that’s warning you, then.
Pay attention to it, love, our instincts are seldom wrong if we really listen to them.
*glances around the room, toward the doorway* Where is everyone, anyway? Where’s Candy?
Raven *shrugs* I’m not sure. We have a new housekeeper,
but she's not here, either. I don’t remember anyone tellin’ me where
they were goin’. It’s like … it’s like I woke up from
a dream, an’ found myself here, an’ everybody else gone. Everythin’
feels so … weird … *he stubbornly blinks away a few tears, runs his hand through his hair, it falls back into
his eyes* I – sometimes I feel like things’ll never be right around
here.
Alifi *holds
out her arms* Come here, son. *he
comes to her, she hugs him, gently stroking his hair* Try not to worry, things
will work out as they should, one way or another. I know you’re accustomed
to taking action … but it takes great courage to know when not to do anything.
When to hold back and let our loved ones do what they must. *squeezes
him* It isn't easy, is it?
Raven *comforted* N-no, it isn’t. *he looks up at
her, smiles wanly* Th-thank you, Alifi.
Do you think … do you think we could come to Rartigillichal tonight? It’s
so hard to be here, knowin’ Father’s not comin’ home, and knowin’ that Mother is … *voice trails
off*
Alifi: I think that’s probably a good idea, love.
I was just about to suggest it myself. Manouche and Blake will be delighted
to have you and Chiana there. And Mr. Elliott and his daughter Dawn are still
staying in the mill house, I’m in the guest house. And we have Chírilo
staying with us, too …
Raven *whispers* M-maybe there’s too many people there already …
Alifi *laughs
heartily* Bless you, no, child! I
didn’t mean it like that, I only meant the more the merrier! You know Manouche
and Blake. Besides, even with all those people there, there’s still plenty
of room, you have your own room there, and there are plenty of us around to look after Chiana.
*adds quickly before he can say anything* And yes, I definitely want you
to bring your owl. I’m sure Wilko will enjoy the bird companionship again. *laughs*
Raven *not
wanting to trust his trembling voice, throws his arms around Alifi’s neck, hugs her.
After a few minutes, he sniffs loudly, feels he can speak* I’ll
get ready to go. An’ I’ll write a note for Candy. *he stands up, smiles at Alifi, his face looking as if a great weight has been lifted from him since she
arrived. He turns to leave the room, then stops, looks at her, confused* Alifi … where’s Manouche? Why’d
she send you to do this?
Alifi *sighs* She said she had something very important to tend to.
She said not to worry, but that she may be gone for a day or two. She
sent me here because she wanted to fulfill your mother’s request right away. *shakes
her head* Raven, just between you and me, sometimes she drives me crazy.
Raven *grins* Malachi says it’s ‘cause she’s a damn Gypsy pirate dreamer.
Alifi *laughs* Take the ‘Gypsy’ out of that equation, and you have Malachi. *she waves toward the doorway* Now hurry up, get your things
together, and fetch Sydney. I’ll stay here
and keep an eye on Chiana. *Raven turns, darts out of the room; she smiles after
him, then watches Chiana sleep while she waits for him to return*
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