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-There are no real words that can describe a man's pain, but when Henk heard those dreaded shouts about the Hornet bein' ablaze he saw just that in Jack's eyes! He stood there for a moment unsure what to do or think, as he watched him and several men "abandon" the Albatross with due haste, before she settled down again. He mumbled something to the barkeep about returning later and left, following the commotion outside leadin' to the docks!-

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Just as Benoit was nearing the end of his mug and wondering to himself how he ended up drinking ale and comming to the conlusing that Ol' Willem pulled a fast one on him just to see if he could get away with it, there was a crash at the door and the shaken sailor at the entrance declared any captain's worst nightmare, FIRE!

The free traders heart sank at that moment, it all seemed too familiar. The world seemed to slow down at that moment, as if to give him all the time he needed to add up the days events and find the connection, the blame, and to put it on his own shoulders.

He was to the door in an instant, his mug carelessly spinning on the floor, he paused and spun around to gage the patrons, to look for any sing of a smirk or malacious intent. He noted nothing out of place from the normal shock, but there were several new faces and one in particualr that stood out as somehow important; somethign he should recall. But the shock of his realization connecting the agry sailor he had chased off earlier and Jack's ship clouded his mind and eventually he could form no other thoughts except that he had to somehow right this wrong.

He raced off.
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The news that fire had broken out down on the wharves spread through the tavern like a wind-fueled inferno of its own. There had been no mistaking the people most intimately affected by such news; those who were ship masters had scattered chairs, tables, food and drink in all directions, sprinting for the door, their faces contorted in sheer terror. Such a disaster could mean ruin for any or all of them. Following close behind were a few well dressed men (and one well-dressed woman) that she presumed were merchants (mainly because one hand never strayed far from their purse). Conflagration would mean, for most of them, an inconvenience against which the wisest had hedged their bets, so they moved a little more slowly. After a decent interval the merely curious followed in their wake.

Deoiridh briefly considered whether or not to follow. If the fire were serious, there was little she could do. And if it were really serious, she would be part of a gawping crowd, revelling in the spectacle of the misery of men who had lost everything, men who had precious little else to lose.

The young boy who helped out around the tavern arrived with her food and drink. He shuffled his feet and looked sullen; dropping plate and mug to the table he cast a surreptitious glance at Willem. Willem seemed to have been expecting this.

"I sees what yer thinkin, don't think I was just dumped here by the Almighty like yestermorn's first turd. You can forget about pokin yer nose in the goings on down the wharves. There's an evening's worth of wash to be done, and the slops from upstairs to be tossed out. Jump to it!"

"Va vous faite foutre," muttered the boy under his breath. "Gros piece de la merde."

She smiled in spite of herself, as the boy stumped off toward the kitchen, the very picture of youth thwarted in its endless quest for mayhem and mischief.

She took a couple of bites of the food; it was good, not great, but hot and filling and well-made. Abruptly she pushed the food away, her appetite vanquished by the thought of what was happening on the wharf.

She had the dining room to herself, apart from a sleeping drunk, face-down in a pool of his own vomit. There seemed to be nothing to do but wait. But as the evening's events demonstrated, she was living in a world where events did not wait.

Abruptly she rose from the table and made her way upstairs. She had observed the exchange between Willem and the short, blood-spattered woman. He had held up three fingers and pointed upstairs. She made her way to the third room, finding the door slightly ajar. With a deep breath she knocked forcefully.

"Madame?"

No answer.

"Madame? I apologize for the interruption but I wonder if we could talk."
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Stopping short of the door to the Albatross, Benoit straightened his coat and loosened the bottom pistol in his bandoleer as he caught his breath. Before entering he grabbed the handle and squeezed as tight as he could until his anger had subsided; until his hands were completely steady once more.

Walking in he placed his hat back onto his head and pulled it low. The third table was empty save for a partially eaten supper and a barely touched Meade. None of the others had arrived back yet and the room was empty save for himself and Willem.

"Merde-." The curse was low, barely audible, but Willem didn't need his ears to know something was troubling the Frenchmen.

"What be the word from the docks Benny?" The keeper of the Albatross asked.

"Willem, the woman at this table, where did she go?"
"Why she just went up da stairs not too long ago, why do ya ask?"

Not bothering to answer the free trader pulled his pistol out and went up the steps two at a time.

"What in the blasted-" Willem struggled to get out from behind the bar, grabbing his stick as he came, a monstrous club he used whenever things got out of hand in his inn. He followed Benoit up the stairs unsure at this point if he would be helping the man out or using the stick on him.

Once at the top of the stairs Benoit saw her down the hall standing in front of one of the doors. He walked toward her, pistol pointed at her gut.

"I advise against making any sudden movements." His words were spoken calmly but his eyes were narrowed and his lower jaw jutted out slightly farther than usual.

The woman looked surprised but held her composer well given the circumstances, confirming all the more what he already suspected.

Willem came up behind him at that point, "I don't know what you're think'n Benny, but you know I dunno like trouble in my inn."

The Frenchman put his back to the wall, Willem on his left and his gun still pointing to the woman on his right. He took a very long time considering the situation and the hall was deadly quiet, it seems as if all three of them were scared to even breathe at that moment. Finally he brought his left hand to his chest and pulled out a second pistol. When he first pulled it out it went in Willem's direction but after a brief pause he swung his arm around so that now both weapons were pointed at the mysterious woman.

Willem started to put his free hand up in a calming motion and was about to say Lets all keep our heads now. But before he could get out the first word Benoit said the strangest thing.

Still focused on the woman he said, "War creates art, wouldn't you agree?"
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There was no response to her second inquiry--perhaps the woman was sleeping, or had stepped out for a moment--so Deoiridh turned away, resolved to return later. . .and found herself staring down the barrel of a pistol. The muzzle of the weapon seemed to expand, appearing as large, black and fatal as that of a cannon, so large that she could form no impression of the man holding it for some moments. He said something, but in her mind his words were drowned out by the soft click of the hammer being drawn back. That click, however, brought her back to herself. Looking away from the pistol she discovered that it was being held by the French captain she had gone to see that afternoon. He was accompanied by Willem, who stood to one side, trying to look menacing and authoritative but succeeding only in appearing profoundly nervous, jiggling the large club in his hands. As she looked, the Frenchman produced a second pistol from his breast, cocked and pointed it at her. In a calm voice, he spoke to her in an English almost completely free of accent.

"War creates art, wouldn't you agree?"

Her life had known many terrors, and as a result little suprised her anymore. Some might have concluded they were facing a lunatic, but the man's hand was steady, and his eyes were clear. Without thinking she addressed the man in French.

"Pas du tout, Monsieur. Vous vous trompez."

Perhaps not the smartest thing to say to a man holding a pistol on you. While the words might be her last, she took a grim satisfaction in the fact that even after all this time her presumption had not been beaten out of her.

"La guerre ne fait pas l'art. Peut etre c'est la guerre qui fait les artistes. Mais c'est le passage du temps seulement qui decide si notre ouevre pauvre dans ce monde-ci deviendrait l'art." [1]

She turned her head toward Willem. "Sir, I am at a loss to how to address you in this matter. I took you for an honest man, a man of principle. On your word I ventured to the docks, seeking this very man. Now I see that you were simply setting me up to be robbed. You could not accomplish it then, you are attempting to do so now. Conveniently, the tavern is empty"--here she turned back to the Captain of the Luron de Mer, speaking in English for the moment for William's benefit--"thanks to a "fire" announced by the man I saw you speaking with earlier. All very convenient. Rest assured that I have no intention of gratifying you by screaming or calling for aid. Likewise, I fear that you have been grossly misled as to my financial circumstances. I have but a small amount of money about my person, and no assets in a form that you could touch."

She paused. Willem was shifting nervously and glancing sidelong at the Captain. And the particular character of that unease was suddenly clear to her, and abruptly she was deeply afraid. It was clear that Willem did not know what was going on any more than she did. If the intent was not robbery, what was it? She pressed on regardless.

"Those in the homeland who stand by the character of the Confederacy are men and women of unimpeachable character. I am sorry to see that the same does not appear to hold true of those who espouse the cause in the New World."


[1] "Not at all. You are mistaken. War doesn't make art. Perhaps war makes artists. But it is only the passage of time that determines if our poor works in this world will become art."

[OOC: I'm struggling to remember my French, which I haven't used for some time. Anyone who has a better grasp of the language than I feel free to set me straight on any errors.]
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Anyone else and Willem would have acted much sooner, but he had been caught off guard. He had never witnessed the French free trader raise his voice before or over drink himself, he was always the quiet and proper French nobleman. So to see him hold pistols on a defenseless woman as if she were Blackbeard himself, well it must be serious.

Where shock and confusion had held him back, the woman’s accusations of robbery were like a bucket of cold water after a night of too much drinking, but before he could decide on his best actions to disarm Benoit, the free trader put his pistols away.


“This isn’t a game, spy, and I’m not here to banter words.” Although his pistols were back in his bandoleer he kept his left hand firmly on his dagger and made sure she knew his intention if she tried to run

“Willem, I hold no fault over your head for directing treachery towards my ship, after all who would suspect a fragile old lady.” He looked at the woman with disdain. “I’ll ask you to please lead our friend down to your back room where we can talk more privately.”

Willem was so befuddled by this point he simply did what he was told, he wondered if this woman had anything to do with the disappearance of Hamish.

Benoit waited for the woman to pass him before he stepped in behind her. “And not a word from you, I know one of your skills can do more damage with words than actions so if I hear you start to say anything I’ll understand it as an act of aggression. “

He knew the women wanted to speak, he saw the look of surprise upon hearing the word spy, she was very good, playing her part well and he knew she was never going to stop playing her role and fess up unless he got her alone and made her angry enough to talk before thinking. And he knew the tactics she would use all too well, he’d worked with her type before and they were the most dangerous. Every movement, every word she would use to her advantage, she would instantly find the weakness of everyone in the room and he had no doubt that the plan she was forming right now would be to play on Willem’s innocence and convince the simple but honorable innkeeper to turn on him. So when they got to the back room and the woman was seated at the small table he asked Willem to go check room number three.

“I think you’ll find something in that room that will answer many of our questions.” Benoit became the man he is by always thinking two steps ahead and with that one move he got himself alone with the spy and sent away her best chance of escape. He used the short amount of time it took for Willem to leave the room to think about what he would do to the English to repay them for burning down his friend’s ship. The door closed and he put the thought away, for a while.

He folded his arms across his chest, leaned his back against the door, and looked down at the woman before him letting out a long sigh before beginning, “You knew that Willem would be able to give you information about the Highland Confederacy. You got the name of my ship and where she was docked and hired those two thugs to burn her down. You wanted to be there when it happened because you get satisfaction from seeing your handiwork completed, but when your men were noticed you quietly walked away hoping to go unnoticed. So you sent your men to another ship, to the Hornet, but fearing you might be too conspicuous you decided not to go to the scene this time. No instead you wanted to see the look on our faces when some poor sailor would come in that door.”


He kicked his heel against the door and the woman startled a bit at the sudden sound, “And give the news. I’m sure you took extreme joy on seeing the reaction. Out of everyone in the room you were the only one who seemed unaffected, the only one to remain behind and continue your supper; I’m sure it was quite satisfying to you.”

The woman tried to say something, but Benoit cut her off by raising his voice.

“But you didn’t realize that I noticed you, I saw you walk away from the docks and I saw you enjoying your pudding while the rest of us ran down to try and help. How silly we all must have looked to you. “

He looked at her; eyes burning with intensity. “I just want to know how? Why? What happened in your life to make you hate us so? Or was it simply for the money? Have you no heart left in your chest, no care for the men and women who you hurt?”

Being satisfied that his words were enough to drive the woman to profess her hatred or to start spewing her excuses as to how hard life was and that circumstances caused her to need the money; it was time for her to justify her actions and therefore confess her guilt. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and waited for her to speak.
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While an objective appraisal of her situation would in no way have warranted such a reaction, as she sat and listened to the Frenchman's indictment--uttered with the peculiar, detached calm that only the genuinely enraged could muster--fit filled her with a profound feeling of relief. When she had feared robbery she knew that she was utterly defenseless. Now that she was accused of something much more serious, she felt oddly relaxed. She barely understood the man's charges, could make little sense of any of the actions he was attributing to her. Not once did his hand stray far from his pistol. People here drew pistols and swords as readily as they blew their noses. She made a mental note that she would have to learn those skills, and learn them fast. If the Frenchman didn't kill her first.

"Monsieur, a moment ago you were keen to discuss the nature and philosophy of art. A favorite subject of mine, although I confess that I don't usually engage in such discussions at the point of a gun. Men of cold reason, in my experience, are apt to maintain there are immutable truths of art, that art looks the same to any and all. Men of passion, however, recognize something very different, that what is art varies a great deal from one man to another.

"So let me tell you how this work of art you have created appears to me. The Confederacy is widely spoken of in the land of my birth; I arranged for formal introductions to the Confederacy's officers through men of unimpeachable character, men in whom you obviously pose little trust if you think they could be so easily deceived by an imposter. I arrive here mere days ago, and discover that there is no sign of the two men I was directed to contact; no one seems to know where they are. Nor is there anyone around who appears willing or able to direct me to any officer of the confederacy. The proprietor finally directs me to contact you at your ship. I make my way down there at considerable personal risk. Not only am I nearly bowled into the harbour by a reeling drunk, but I am put at risk of serious physical injury when I find myself in the middle of a common street brawl. . ."

Her eyes widened. Suddenly, some of the Frenchman's charges began to make sense, and for the first time she began to see herself through his eyes, and was forced to admit that the painting was not an admirable likeness.

"Ah, I see, that was no spur of the moment contratemps. Monsieur you must accept my apologies, I had no idea that the brawl led to any actions against your ship. My only thought was of the danger to myself and I sought to remove myself as soon as possible. And it is true, obviously, that I did not joing the multitude rushing down to the docks when news of the fire broke out. Had I known about the afternoon's events, or been aware that the fire was yet another attack against the Confederacy's interests, my decision might well have been different. But you forget that I have only just arrived here. And you yourself, monsieur, have obviously been away from French society long enough to forget that in the civilized world it is not customary for women of quality to rush unescorted into the night."

She smiled. "I am learning that the ways of that world are not the ways of this one. But such changes come hard to me."

"From your demeanour it seems the Confederacy has suffered a grievous loss this night for which I am profoundly sorry. Since my lot is cast with yours--although your eager hand suggests still that that cast may be of short duration--it is my loss also. But I assure you that I had no hand in anything to do with these heinous actions.

"I propose that we commence our acquaintance again. I am Madame Deoiridh D'Alembert, lately of Inverness, a free woman of property and business seeking to ally my interests with those of the Highland Confederacy. I am afraid, monsieur that you still have the advange of me; I did not catch your name?"

The man remained silent, watching her warily. She felt oddly fatalistic. There was nothing to be gained by trying more desperately to convince him of her innocence; it would probably have the reverse effect. It would be a sad turnabout for her to have survived so much only to perish like this, over such a misunderstanding, but she felt her nerves steady, and her resolve firm. She raised her head and looked him steadily in the eye.

"Monsieur, I see by your expression that you remain convinced that there is more to me than meets the eye. And you are right. We are all of us more than we appear. You, mon ami, have obviously tried very hard to lose your accent, for example, and while I am but newly acquainted with the intricacies of nautical vessels, you may grant a woman the advantage of an eye for organization and appearance and allow her to observe that your own Luron de Mer is the very picture of what a free trading vessel should look like. If you have concrete proof to support your suspicions of me, present it now. Otherwise accept my sincere protests that I know nothing concerning who might be responsible for such a dreadful incendiary assault on both your property and the Confederacy's interests."
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Hearing the name commotion above, Wilhelm pauses from his discussion with his agents to think for a moment. Hurriedly giving them their orders to seek the arsonists, he exits the back room and rushes up the stairs to the altercation. At the sound of the oddly familiar name, he approaches the woman.

"Madame D'Alembert? We have been expecting you for some time. I presume you can provide evidence of your identity? Perhaps a letter from a certain person?"


Turning to Benoit,

"If she is who she claims to be, then we need not be suspicious of her. The D'Alembert I've heard tell of is a trusted friend of our good friend. The one we haven't seen since that night a few months ago."


Turning back to the woman,

"I presume if you came here tonight looking for someone then you came prepared to prove it, yes?"



((This has quickly become one of the more convoluted threads I've ever seen. And I like it. I tried to keep consistent with everyone's posts, but if I have any major plotholes, let me know.))
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"D-D'Alembert? The hus-" Benoit knew that name if not the face, one he had often referred to as the husband killer when speaking in very exclusive circles. Not that he believed any stories without proof, when you have to keep track of so many it's easier to associate a name with the events that surround it. Due to his surprise he almost blurted out his little name association, but caught himself just in time.

His mind was racing, but there was no means of recovering that could mask the complete blunder in which he had just perpetrated. His shoulders sank a bit and he looked from Wilhelm back to Madame D'Alembert.

His shoulders sank slightly and he removed his hat before bowing low to one knee, "Benoit Bontecou, but please feel free to refer to me as l'ane de cour or any other more foul thing you can think of."

He stood, replaced his hat and looked at Wilhelm, "Your are correct madame, too much time in these seas has removed most of my manners and all sense of what's proper. And although you have no reason to speak to me ever again I beg of you this one thing, simply name the ship you arrived on and then I will leave you in Herr von Somborn's very capable hands and trouble you no more."

It was a lie of course, he would gladly spend a life time convicing this woman he was not the arse she saw before her, but the start of that task would have to come after he's pieced together the real mystery behind the firing of Jack's ship.


[l'ane de cour = The court Donkey]
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The long day was finally over. Jack and his crew had managed to tow what was left of their ship out of the traffic lanes and to a quite spot around the bend and out of sight of most views. They pushed and pulled the burnt out hull as far into shore as they could on the high tide. There its charred bones will slowly sink into the surrounding mud and in time be no more.

Now back on the wharf they stood. Wondering what their next steps should be. "Will, Captain Bontecou asked me to meet him at the Albatross, I'm not sure about what. Keep the crew together and do your best ta lift their spirits. Set a small camp on that sand spit we spotted. I'll join you there as soon as I can.

Jack's mind fills with uncertainty as he walks through the village. He knows he has to find another ship until he can get back on his feet. The burning of his Hornet seems so arbitrary.

He opens the door to the Albatross and looks about for the face of his friend. Not here, Jack muses. "Willem, will ye make me some strong black coffee?" He sits at the bar, waiting...
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-A man 'o African decent enters The Albatross somewhat nerviously looking around as if looking for someone. His eyes stop when he spottes his "mark" and he slowly moves towards him.-

Capn' McBain? I bring a letter from a mutual friend, the captain 'o the schooner called: Adventure. First please accept his most formal and sincere appologies since he is unable at this time to give you this message in person! It seems that unforseen circumstances have delayed him and prevent him from bein' of service to you or any others in need for the next 6 days or more. All will be explained in this letter i bring you.

-The tall man hands the letter to Jack and gently nods before leaving the tavern-
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-The next night the very same "dark" man entered the tavern once more, only this time he looked even more jumpy than the first time his eyes almost wild!-

Master McBain there has been a terrible mistake, on my part i have to admit! Please i beg you not to tell my mast.., *ahum* i mean captain! Captain Owl can be, how do i put this rather ill tempered at times! The letter i delivered to you yesterday was not there, what i am tryin' to say is that "someone" forgot to put it in the envelope before it was sealed! With me i now carry the letter that should explain why captain Owl is absent for the moment.

-He hands the letter to McBain with a slight tremble in his hand and quickly leaves after expressing his regret for the mistake once more.-


Sunday the 6th of januari 1720,


Dear Jack i write you this letter in hopes that ye will receive it in due time. I have been delayed and will be for some time to come, for it seems that my "sponsor" in Europe has fallen on hard times as well! It is yet unsure if i will be able to pay for the outfittin' and repairs of The Adventure and to make things even worse the French have seized her for the moment, common practise if there are issues with dubloons no doubt but i disagree: Pirates damn them all to ...! Sorry about that, there have been so many setbacks as 'o late that my mind gets the better of me from time to time.

Please accept my sincere apologies for the delay but rest assured i will find a way out 'o this predicament i seem to have found myself in right now, i can only pray you will understand!

Sincerely,

Henk Owl...

-The letter apears to be written in haste and is sometimes barely readable-
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Jack quickly takes in the message's content. "Hmmm", he thinks. "It will be a while before Henk can join us." It is disappointing news for the Scotsman. Owl's reputation as a bold fighter is well known and the HC attack squadron has been counting on his presence for what lay ahead.

The letter deliverer was almost out the door. "Wait, hold a moment. I have a reply".

Jack thought for a moment then started.


Captain Owl,

Your present difficulties are indeed unfortunate, not only for yourself, but for the cause we share. It seems misfortune is a common companion to us both. I suffered the loss of Hornet just yesterday and am at a loss to assist you as I yearn to do. Bishop Aidan would most likely counsel us both that trials are the Lord's way to prepare us for the challenges that lay ahead.

Keep your spirits up, friend. We both shall prevail.

Regards,

Jack McBain
The Highland Confederacy


"We're both in the same boat it seems", he mumbles to himself as he seals his correspondence and passes it to the messenger. Reaching in his purse he passes him a small coin, "Will you be sure to get this back to Captain Owl?" The dark skinned man bit the coin then nods his head enthusiastically, "aye, sir...that I will!"

Jack returns to his coffee and his dark thoughts.
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Before Deoiridh could reply, Willem bowled into the room. "I guess me poor brain musta been a might befuddled, Mister Bontycoo, what with you awaving the pistolry around and all. Rattled me right up, I'll be the first to admit. Else I'd have told you straight out that room 3 is occupied by Madam La Rouge. It's more'n my life's worth to go bowlin in there, I can tell you straight. You be my guest, monsewer, but you'll be singing Hey Highdee Middle with a cutlass up yer arse and no mistake. Now since Mr. von Sanborn has arrived to calm things down a bit, I need to make sure the boy hasn't got himself into any of the best rum."

After Willem had left the room, Deoiridh stood up and approached Benoit. "Monsieur Bontecou and"--with a nod in Wilhelm's direction--"Mr. Sanborn, by the innkeeper's somewhat informal introduction, what you ask is easy enough. I arrived here on Le Soleil De L'Ouest, blown off course and finally making landfall in Biloxi. I then took the packet, Nereiad, here. The ship's manifest will confirm my story. Further, I have here copies of the letter I addressed to Mr. McBane, and my letter of introduction from Duncan Lochartte."

Benoit, was, she noticed, still looking rather abashed.

"Monsieur, rest assured that I do not hold your behavior this evening against you. I understand that events have shaken you deeply. I do request, however, on two kinds satisfaction. First, for the sake of vanity, I insist that you retract your extremely ungallant remark made in the presence of the innkeeper. I believe "frail old lady" was the term you used. While I doubt that I could best you in a straight up fight you will find me more than resilient. I am not in the first flush of youth, it is true, but I sincerely hope I am yet some years away from the grave.

"Secondly, I could not help but noticing your reaction to my name. And unless I am very much mistaken it seems that my name evokes more in your understanding than simple recognition. I do not want my involvement in the Confederacy to begin with a spectre hovering over my head. Therefore I insist, for the sake of practicality that you share with myself and Mr. Von Sanborn what you have heard about me."
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"Oh, the Nereiad, I hope that Monsieur Fornier treated you well, he is a big and jolly man, but one can hardly blame him, his family are very accomplished bakers back in Reims. I'm sure you are who you say you are Madame D'Alembert; I am terribly sorry."

"And my comments from before were were spoken to anger you into action that would prove your guilt and carried no truth to them, I assure you I didn't consider them true at the time I spoke them and I don't consider them any more true now that I have discovered your true identity."

He opened the door to leave, but turned back towards her.

"I have a very modest but quaint home here in town, if you are not too busy getting settled in and would allow me a small beginning at trying to redeem my indecorous behavior, I'd be honored to have you for dinner two nights from now."

Benoit glanced at Wilhelm, gave a short nod and then addressed Deoiridh once more. "You don't have to answer me right away."

After one last bow he left the room.

-Out in the main room he found Jack sitting at the bar.


"Jack!" He shook the mans hand and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "I'm glad you made it. I have some, well many, things of interest to tell you."

Jack didn't have a drink in front of him, but Benoit threw a coin on the bar anyway and gestured towards the door.

"I know I promised you a drink, but I'll have to own up to that another time; I think you'd be most interested in meeting someone who happens to be in the hold on the Luron de mer. Lately I've taken to coffee, I'll have Maury make some for us."

Half to himself but loud enough for Jack to hear he said, "I think it could turn out to be a long night."

Holding th door open for his friend he motioned him towards the street.
"And speaking of ships I feel somewhat responsible for yours and I think I can help repay that debt to you; let's talk on the way."
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Jack looks up, let's his friend urge him out the door. He finishes his thought. "Loosing Hornet happened - it was over. She was gone and Jack was looking for another; if for nothing more than to give the crew a place to set their hammocks."

McBain looks over at Benoit Bontecou. Sometimes the energy of his friend amazes him. For an auld guy Ben wasn't slowing down. He was ruthless in navel warfare. Ben was Benoit in Jack's mind; he's never actually called him that to his face.

"You're not responsible for Hornet's fate, mon ami. But Ah'd like to get me hands on the bastard that did!..." Jack picks up his pace to keep up with Ben's stride.
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They turned right at the well and continued down towards the wharf. Out of habit Benoit looked up at windows and down each alley they passed and took note of those out and about, their clothing, their faces, who kept who’s company.

As they rounded the last turn and onto the wharf, Jack noticed his friend’s ship was crawling with sailors who were busy moving crates and boxes into carts and towards town.

“Jack, as I mentioned, I think I have some small way of making amends for the firing of your ship, the Luron de mer is not the most magnificent ship you’ll ever see, but she’s fast and tough and she’s gotten me out of more scrapes than I care to admit. Plus, I promise you the boys have kept her in good shape.”

Just then calls of “Commandant” echoed through the men and they began to gather on mid deck to await word from their captain. Benoit walked up the gang plank and motioned Jack to follow. Three men stood facing the gathered men, the first one spoke as Benoit and Jack approached, “Commandant, Seraphin and Aimeri haven’t been found yet. Firmin is ill and Rene is with him now; nothing too serious he said, but it’s safe to keep him at rest and monitored.”

Benoit thanked him and motioned towards Jack, “This is Captain Jack McBain; Jack this is my Master of Arms, Joachim D’Aubigne.”

He introduced the other two as his Helmsman, Theo Merril and his First Mate Zacharie Sommer. Theo said all the men and cargo should be finished moving into the warehouse late that evening and Zacharie patted his left breast and whispered something into Benoit’s ear before introducing himself to Jack and giving his condolences over the loss of his ship.

When the introductions were finished Benoit turned to his men. They were lined up in rows and the columns stretched back beyond the main mast so he had to raise his voice to make sure all could hear him.

“Much has been asked of you, much. You are constantly being asked to go beyond the typical duties of a sailor aboard a free trader, constantly asked to risk your lives fighting off and boarding pirates and enemies of France. And when you do get time in port I ask you to train in arms or learn a language, or even to move your bunks in the middle of the night.”

There were some chuckles among them but more than a few had sour faces; they had obviously been taken away from fun of one sort or another
to come back to the ship this evening. Benoit continued on, “And we’ve lost friends along the way, too many… good… friends.”

He paused for a moment to give everyone time to allow their thoughts to think back onto friends that were no longer with them. “But you get paid well right?” There were some nods and a general voice of agreement.

“Well, I don’t think you get paid enough so you’re all getting raises!” There were hoots and hollers and much fist waving, so the captain had to wait several minutes for everyone to give their full attention.

“At the first of next month you will all be given a promotion with pay.” One man from the crowd spoke up, “But why are we moving off the Bitch captain?”

“Because Francois…” He let the words hang in the air and looked around at all of their faces. “Because according to his majesty you are all too important and too skilled for a ship of her size, a new ship has been commissioned, a frigate and she will be waiting for us in New Orleans.”

There were many exclamations in the crowd when Benoit mentioned the new ship would be a frigate; that meant the crew size would more than double, it was no wonder promotions had been given out to all.

“What of the Bitch captain?” Someone from the crowd called out. Bitch was the sailors found way of referring to the Luron De Mer, a nick name for a ship that had become a loving friend over the years and brought them safely through so many dangers.

“I’ve given that quite a lot of thought, trust me on this.” Benoit motioned towards Jack once again. “To my left is Captain Jack McBain, one of the finest captains in these seas. When they laid the keel for this pile of trees they nailed down part of my heart with it, no one will be sadder to see her go than I. But she has her own heart as well and I think it’s no coincidence that she and Captain McBane both have come in need at precisely the same time.”

Looking over at Jack Benoit didn’t see any immediate disagreement. “And it is my hope that Captain McBane will offer us a ride to New Orleans once our new home has been completed. Once you all get everything moved into the warehouse, you’ll be on extended leave until further notice so let’s all get back to work.”

After his speech Benoit found his ships cook, a short fat balding man by the name of Maury, and asked him to prepare bread and coffee. During this time some of the Luron De Mer’s crew introduced themselves to Jack and made him promise to take good care of their beloved vessel. But there were more important things to get to that night so after a very short time Benoit asked the Scotsman to join him in the cabin. They were accompanied by Zacharie, his first mate, who handed him an envelope from his vest pocket once the door was closed.

“Thank you Zach. Please have a seat Jack.” He motioned towards one of the two chairs in the room, Zach took the other chair and Benoit sat on the end of his bed. “So what do you say Captain? Will you give me and my crew a ride to New Orleans?”
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"Aye, and gladly so, Captain Bontecou", Jack returned. "It appears our needs do meet and only good to come from yer proposal. Let me add this, as ye say, ye be needing more crew once ye get yer new ship. And I find my self wi' too many hands for the Sprite. Take what ye need of me crew til you find what ye need fer your own. Send them back as ye replace 'em. How does that sound, sir"

With a smile and a vigorous node, Benoit assented to Jack's suggestion.

"Good," says Jack. "The deal be done. When you want the Sprite back, let me know. For now I'll call me crew and we'll run ye and yer crew up the coast to Tampa as ye have need."

With that Jack headed toward the camp his crew had set up on the spit outside of town to tell them of their good fortune.
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Jack left and Benoit had the feeling everything was going to work out, he never worried about the spirit of Scotsman, that was one of the most enjoyable parts of his new assignment, he could always count on them to get back up after being knocked down.

Finishing his last bit of toast and taking one last swig of coffee, the Captain paused to collect his thoughts and change his focus; it was time to go below and interrogate the prisoner.


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Quietly Malcolm walks into the tavern, drawing little notice and goes to sit at a stool by the bar and looks around for familiar faces....
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It was a dark night, but than wasn't it always?!

A man sat in a dark corner his eyes staring at the light 'o the candle in front of him. His face hidden under a dark tricorne with a faded gold or silvery trim only sparsely lit by the dance 'o the flame. He seemed completely unaware of his surroundings as if he had gotten used to the bustle that was ever present in places such as this watering hole!

One arm on the table tappin' the crude tankard in front of him, the other hidden out 'o sight and loosely holding the wood of his silver inlaid pistol as if expectin' univited and most unwanted company!

It wasn't long after he had returned to the West Indies but something seemed changed, out of order even! The past days had left a mark on the man and one that appeared perminent at best! No longer in control of his thoughts and his eyes now lifeless and cold, except for the occassional tear he seemed far from this place as if he was elsewhere!

To many he was seen as a rather busy and somewhat frivolous man but little did they know 'o what was really the case. Most of his life a "doubter" he had lost most of his will as well as conviction to fight for the current cause as well as his master France, whom he despised and had always seen as decadent to say the least! Memories of the past did not help much either since they were spun with threads 'o pain, deceit as well as ill will that came to haunt him on a regular basis as ghosts 'o the past!

The only way out of this predicament would appear to be resigning this commission and turning in his lettre du marque and start anew! Even if this would mean sayin' goodbye to many that had become dear to him family even, no doubt without them knowing so.

It wasn't for long that the wine was beginning to do what it was supposed to do and slowly but surely he became overwhelmed with sleep. His hand no longer steadfast on his trusted friend but now lifelesly hangin' downward next to the table...
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The followin' morn the corner was deserted as if no one had been seated there at all. There was still the faint odor 'o a lit pipe but that was all, except for a dagger that had been stuck in the table next to a tankard, firmly holding some water stained paper or somesuch!

The barkeep firmly removed the small blade and carefully unfolded the papers. It was clear to him that these possesed a seal of some importance and most likely signified someones orders or given right! Slowly his eyes went over the document and it became clear to him that these once belonged to a privateer in the service of France, a certain Captain Owl.

There was also a second note 'o smaller significance that was scribbled in due haste, hardly readable and stained by small watery marks:


Februari 1720,


Dear friends if you read this i will be on my way to an unknown destination somewhere in the swamps 'o Florida. You need not worry for my safety for the people there i know to be of kind and good heart, for it was i who led them to freedom at some point in time. They are escaped slaves and actually owe me quite a few favours, therefore i have chosen to hide for the moment where no man or woman can or will find me!

For whom i hide ye say? Well to be honest mostly for myself these days as well as nights, but also for the French crown who will not look favourable upon a man who resigns his commission! Know that i will not bow to France no more but bare her no ill will, at least no more than ussual. It is with pain in my heart that i will be saying goodbye to so many who have embraced me like a true friend and family member as well!

Know that at some point i shall sail the West Indies once more but it will be under "different colours" as it has been in the past, my past 'o which you do not know much! I hope, even pray that you will not look down upon me or my decission and that at some point we can overcome the boundaries that are certain to arise, either through conflict or language.

Please bare me no ill will for i will always see you as friends and more, and shall at some point continue to aid you in any way possible, through conversation or trade and even diplomacy for it pains me to see French ports under siege from plunderin' madmen!

Always your friend and servant,

Henk...


On the back was a rough 'n hastily written poem of sorts:

Under a moonlit, starry night in the Caribbean, the lanterns are being lit and the great galleon is being readied
by her crew to sail with the midnight tide:


The moon is up, the stars are out
The wind is fresh and free,

We’re out to search for gold tonight
Across the silvery sea,

The world was growing gray and old
Break out the sails again,

We’re out to seek a realm of gold
Beyond the Spanish Main...




Outside the tavern on a tree there was a wanted note and a rough drawin' of a man.
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