Heathfield ~ A Port of Call

[JD Black]

[shadow=red,left,300] [glow=blue,2,300]The Meeting of the Shipwright and Pirate
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Many things to tend to, on so many levels. It was nearly a
miracle that she was keeping anything straight. Feeling as if she was losing
her grip, she was fighting even harder to maintain. She would have set sail
by now, just leaving the mess behind, if for not one thing. Her ships were in
dire need of repairs, before she dared to attempt to sail again. This time of
year, the seas could be treacherous .. high winds and waves made for rough
sailing, not to mention the unsuspected storms that could appear over
night. With this in mind, she sent her cabin boy, Franklin, to carry word to
the shipwrights that she was in need of their service, with a promise of a
bonus to be paid, if expedient in compliance. Message delivered, now it was
time to await reply. Knowing the men would probably be busy, restrained
patience was put underway. It would be before her two prides of joy, that she
now stood. Watching as her men attended to their duties upon them while docked.
Though her thoughts rested now with vision at the moment.

Thomas was the only one in the office to receive the
message from the cabin boy. After a few moments thought, and checking a few
work orders, he left the office and made his way toward the area where JD
waited. He would deliver the answer himself. A buccaneer style shirt of dark blue
was worn under a vest of black. Black pants were tucked into riding boots.
He had pulled his hair back with a strip of rawhide a strand falling free to
frame his face. He was rolling up his sleeves as he approached the Captain,
dark eyes moving from her to the ships.

The hollow sound of heels upon the planks, would be what
drew her attention over a shoulder. She knew the man not personally, but knew
him by looks. As he neared, she'd turn to face him. Then when close enough,
only then would she speak. "Evenin' Mister Douglas. I appreciate yer
promptness t' me request." Features remained devoid of any expression, which
would give the intensity of those cold, dark blue, oceanic depths more
strength.



"Captain Black." He looked back toward her, his dark eyes
unreadable as he studied her face. His eyes had a way of seeming to see more
than the norm but if he saw or sensed anything, he kept silent. "Your message
said your ships were in need of repair. Run into a storm?" The question
was a professional one. To know what the damage was from often gave an idea
of the extent of it and what might need to be done.

To that she'd nod, it was the truth after all. "Ay, t'at
'n a freak incident. Me flag s'ip run aground in t' middle o' t' ocean.
Expain t'at one..." She'd turn to face toards the Brigandine, a hand lifted to
point out the starboard side of the hull that now loomed above the water, in it's
slip. "A rock 'ead, breac'ed 'er 'ull. Me men did a foine job o' spot repair,
but s'e be needin' t' be fixed proper." It would then be the square-rigger
she'd indicate next. "S'e took some 'ard waves 'n wind. Iffen nae fer the
riggin' cut, t'e masts would 'ave nae 'eld as t'ey did. T'ou, damage s'e
took. Main mast 'as a crack runnin' along it's lengt'. I be needin' it
repaired, 'R replaced." Focus would now turn upon him. "I be needin' i' done, as promptly as
possible. W'ot b ye professional estimation o' repairs 'n 'ow long will it
take?"

"Rough estimate, at least a month, maybe two." He rubbed
his chin, eyes narrowed. "Until I inspect the damage closer, I can't be
sure." He looked at the ships again. "That would be the maximum, Captain.
If we just need to repair the mast, not as long, but if there's a crack along the
entire length, I'd feel better replacing the whole thing. The only reason I'm
saying that long is we have another ship we're working on." He could make
hers a priority but that would also depend on Collin. And Zar if he returned soon enough.

A frown to form as attention turned back upon her ships.
"I'll pay 'andsomely iffen i' be done sooner, Mister Douglas." Another glance
in his direction, a motion of hand to indicate both ships. "Yer more 'n
welcome t' inspect 'em inside 'n out. Me men will escort ye t' the damaged
areas." Hand drew back, arms to cross over her chest. "T'ey'll stick close t'
ye side, t' assist in any way t'ey can." It would be more to keep him and any
he brought along, out of places they need not be.

"I can't make any promises, Captain." He smiled slightly.
"We have the best crew in Heathfield and beyond, but it's hard work, not
magic that gets the repairs done. Once I take a look, I can tell you better.
And give you a rough estimate of cost within a day. I'll talk to Collin
Mc Andrews as well, get his input. We'll go our best to get them back in
shape." Thomas looked at the ship again. "But we won't do shoddy work to
save time."

Lips parted to say something, then she thought better of
it and remained silent a moment more. A deep breath taken and released, at
that moment she suddenly looked drawn and worn out. A nod of her head in
agreement, once more her hands were tied. "Ay, I'll be expectin' ye estimate soon
t'en. Iffen I b' nae 'ere, ye kin leave it wit' Jim at t' Dockside, or
Veronica." Either would be on duty, with Carlotta sailing away with Zar and unavailable, and also they knew where she could be reached,
or who to send word with if they knew not.

"Good." He looked at her a moment again, dark eyes
studying. "You're carrying more weight on your shoulders than you should be,
Captain. I'll do my best to make sure none is added to that. Your ships
will be done well, and as quickly as we can." A promise made that would be kept.

A low throaty chortle to sound. "Only way to lift the anchoring weight from these shoulders, would be your ability to fix my ships
before the rising of the sun." Gone was that guttural speech, as she spoke in
that lower tone. Then she'd nod and look away. "As long as they're fixed, and
good as new, that's all I can ask." Hands moved to delve deep into pockets,
attention upon her ships once again. "Also let me know what you need in down
payment, if you expect payment while work is in progress or not, then the final
balance, so that I might have them arranged." Steeling herself once more,
expressionless returned.

"That's something I'll discuss with Collin as well.
Perhaps Zar if he returns in time." He shook his head. "I've heard of you,
Captain. I think you can be trusted without a down payment. We'll take good
care of your ladies." He chuckled as he looked at the ships again. "Now, why don't
you gather my escort and I'll make an inspection of the damage so we can get
started as soon as possible."

Something he said made the muscles in her jaw tick, though
she'd expound not upon it and just nod. A shrill whistle to sound without
warning, that came from the slight parting of lips. "Mister Dunlap, Mister
Fabin .. prepare the the Swans for boarding." A few men would appear at the bow
of the ship, looking over, a man on each would wave their hand to show they
had heard. A glance over to Thomas. "If you're at the ready now, I'll escort
you myself." The men.knew what to secure from prying eyes and curious
wanderings, if they were to take place. She'd motion to the Square-Rigger,
since it was only the mast that needed to be viewed. "We'll start with
damage on the main deck." In that direction she'd now move, making way to the gang plank.
Not looking back to see if he was going to follow or not. Up the plank she'd
head, the call of the Captain boarding would be shouted across the deck, and
down the various levels. Her men were far from pretty things. Many were
badly scarred, and heavily weathered. Easy was it to understand how they
gained the reputation of demons when encountered in battle. The men working,
would continue to do so, though occasional glances would be tossed in her
direction, as well as weary eyes to keep Thomas in view once he boarded as
well.


"Capt'n Black, permission ta be comein' aboard?" A familiar
voice called from the foot of the gangplank, slightly behind the shipwright.
The Irishman canted his head to the side, looking up at JD. Then he did
slowly run his gaze up and down the length of her ship. Jack's own attire marked
him out to be every bit of sea vermin that he was, the clothes he wore a bit
threadbare in places.

"Alright." He followed the Captain up the plank, nodding
at any that looked his way. If he was being kept from seeing anything, he
didn't comment. The things he had heard about JD made the reasons obvious.
He glanced over his shoulder at the call near the gangplank, then looked at
the Captain again. His concern was the damage to the ship, but it would wait
while she tended to business.

A few steps would carry her to the railing that edged the
main deck to look over. "Ay, board at will, Captain Jack." Then attention was
back upon Thomas, the business of her ships always took residence, and she'd
not let this detour them from the task at hand. "I had two to shiver."
Referring to the way the damage was ascertained. She'd lead him to the main
mast, and indicated the side facing aft. There was a crack that ran, from
near it's base to midway up. Deeper at the base than towards the top it was
in that vertical run. "This be the worse of the two." She'd then indicate the
smaller forward mast. "It has a crack towards it's top." Pointing upwards,
one could see the horizontal run of that damage. "If not for me men and
their quick thinking of cutting the riggings, it could have been worse." This
would also let him know, the rigging also needed to be replaced. Might as
well have it tended to all in one shot.


Thomas nodded, then moved forward to take a closer look at
the damage. As he studied the crack, he ran his fingers over the wood. His
eyes became slightly hooded as he worked, then he nodded slowly. "I think
it's safe to say they need fully replaced, Captain. The other we may be able to
splice, to save time but only if I'm satisfied that it'll hold."

And with permission to board given, Jack made his way up
the gangplank. His booted feet thumping against the wood, accompanied by the
soft jangling of the spurs. Quietly, he would join the shipwright and JD as
they moved about the ship.


"Bloody hell." Mumbled under her breath, she knew what he
said was true. She was just hoping that he would think it could be cobbled
up. A slow nod as she turned to look over at him. "Very well. Now we must
move to the other ship, the damage there is below deck." A glance towards Jack,
then back to Thomas it'd turn. Not another word spoken, she'd turn about on a
heel to cross the deck and head back to the gang plank. Down it she'd move,
heading down the dock towards the gang plank of the Brigandine next. Up it she'd
move, keeping a steady gait of speed. As prior, this ship would be no
different. Shouts from the various levels would announce the Captain
boarding, and with guests.

Thomas was impressed with how JD's crew behaved. It was
more than obvious they trusted her, and even more important, respected her.
He greeted the other Captain politely but his focus was on the ships.

"They be talkin' bout me er ye, JD?" Jack teased quietly
as they boarded. So this was the damage incurred during the storm. Crews
were crews, and pirate crews tended to be made up of sea vermin. Every
pirate captain knew that itwould take a few fruitless voyages or the captain not
following the Code to have the crew turn on them.

Brows furrowed and a glance spared towards Jack. "W'ot in
t' bloody 'ell ye spoutin' 'bout?" Then forward attention would turn, two men
would be opening the doors that would lead them to the ladder to carry them
below. She used not the rungs, as most would do. Turning to grasp the sides,
feet placed just so, and she'd slide to the bottom in half the time it'd take
to climb. A man waiting at the bottom, would block the side of the corridor
that lead aft, and she'd turn to lead them forward, through several doors
before they'd reach one of the starboard compartments. The door opened, and
into it she'd step, a man already waiting within, a lantern lit. The hull was
haphazardly patched, with various lengths of wood. Some even looked to be that
of powder kegs that had been disassembled. She'd step to the side and await
Thomas's entry, to now inspect the damage from within.

Another of the stories he heard was true. She was a
straight talker, no hold barred. Waiting until she moved out of the way, he
followed JD down, only a little more conventionally. Dark eyes took note of
the man at the bottom then he turned to follow JD through the ship. A nod to
the man waiting was given before he was over to the hull. Again, work
toughened hands slid over the patch, his expression openly thoughtful.


She'd stand off to the side, as arms rose to cross over
her chest. Not a word spoken, she'd wouldn't interrupt the man in the midst of
his work. Though she would hope for good news about any repairs.

"I think we can do it in under a month, Captain." He
straightened as he looked at her. "We can replace the damaged boards. Cut
off the boards, match them up, and make her seaworthy again. She's well
made." He was pleased to giveher the news. "Maybe one or two of the boards split, but
they can be replaced with very little trouble." He grinned. "Well, relatively
little trouble."

"'At way ta tha swag?" Jack asked JD, after climbing down
the latter--backwards. Ever paranoid, as all pirate should be, he
resoundingly hated presenting his back to any threat -- like the man at the
bottom of the stairs. To the shipwright, "Iffen ye 'ave time atween patchen up
Capt'n JD's ships, iffen ye dae nae be mindin' I dun like ye ta look o'er me
own. Tha Mistress be a might bit older, but she 'as ta sail like she twas
just built."


A glare in Jack's direction. "I be tendin' t' me business
first, Captain Jack." She wasn't pleased with the time frame given, but
again, her hands were tied. Focus turned back towards Thomas and a nod.
"Alright. 'ow soon ye b' able t' get t' me ladies?" Back was that guttural verbiage,
perhaps it was because of those present in which she presented herself in
this manner. Hard was that gaze that now rested upon the shipwright.

"Maiale marcio sporco." Not subtly nor hushed. Temper on
the rise but it usually was by the end of the day and a long walk taken. More
chased out of the restaurant. "Uomo slave." Hand fisted in a straight
up gesture into the air as she turned in the direction
she'd just come. Dark eyes sparked in that fury before she was around again
to glare at some passing sailor. So she dared the docks but then the look had
the man backing off. "Sporco." Growled at him and he move
even quicker she started to laugh.

"We have one dry dock open. Soon as you can sail one in,
we can get started. Unless you want to wait for the estimates of cost." He
glanced at Jack and gave a quick nod, but his business was with JD now. "Mast
won't take long at all." Her hands were tied only because Thomas would
insist the work was done right, as would his partners.


The flowing folds of the black skirt worn was offset by
the colorful peasant top of peach with diagonal dark green. Fringed shawl of
white curved loosely around bared shoulders and over the crock of her
in a way that had a precarious look it would surely slip
away.

"I'll 'ave t' square-rigger in first t'en, since t' mast
b' nae as 'ard as t' 'ull o' me lady 'ere." A motion of hand to indicate the
door that would lead them out. They could discuss the matter of business
above deck. "Payment b' nae me worry, Mister Douglas. I'm quite capable o' payin'
ye yer wort'."

"Very well." He started for the door, then looked over at
her with a near grin. "Captains first?" He could have teased her but knew
this was serious business to the woman. Both ships out of commission for even
a short time had to be worrisome.

"Ye jest b' a wantin' t' get a goot view o' me backside,
Mister Douglas." Only one side of her mouth would hitch in that smirk, before
it melted back into an expressionless void. Out the door she'd step, back
tracking their steps to carry them back up the ladder to the deck of the Black
Swan I. Once out upon the main deck, she'd move half way across before
stopping to turn about. Again arms to cross over her chest as she stood in
waiting.

Steps fell into a dance along the pier, turning with the
flare of skirts as the shawl was used like a sail, edges held by fingertips
to span out. Fringe waving as she started humming, it was helping her mood.
Free birdin flight with a lift to the balls of her feet.

Better yours then his." Thomas chuckled then followed her
out the door and up the ladder. He took note of the sky then looked at JD.
"What exactly happened, Captain, or is that something you'd prefer to leave
as a mystery?" He brushed at that strand of hair absently, his mind already
working on figures.


"T' 'ull was damaged w'en we sailed ova a hidden barrier
o' rock. Neva seen it, beneat' t' ocean waves. Nae sooner 'ad me men fixed t'
damages, enoug' fer us t' set sail once again, a storm sprung up. Nearly sank
bot' s'ips wit' it's intensity. Quick t'inkin' o' me men, enabled us to
limp back t' port." A glance out towards the ocean, her haven place, that was
being kept out of her reach until the repairs were done. "I lost two goot
men, tryin' t' fix t' Swan I. S'ark bait t'ey became." A low murmer could be
heard from her men, who were close enough to hear that spoke. Perhaps prayers
said for their fallen companions, to keep their ghosts at rest, since the
captain spoke of them, even if names were spoken not. Statement of names of those
lost at sea, was a superstition of this lot. To speak it, would draw them
from their watery graves to haunt all who saved them not.

Spin done the shawl swirled up and around her head, like
an old lady as she stuck out her tongue when another sailor passed looking
too long her way. It fell away as she didn't bother to see if he still
watched or not even when she heard a splash behind her if something had
fallen into the waters. She was enthralled with the size of the ships as
she'd drawn closer. "Mama mia."=

: He nodded with a glance toward the men. "I see. I can
still send you the costs once they're down on paper. I think Collin's
brother will be able to get us the timber we need for the mast quickly." He
tapped his chin in thought. "I'll definitely have everything figured out tomorrow."
Left unsaid was the thought it could have been much, much worse.


To that she'd nod. "Ay, send it t' me as soon as ye 'ave
t' figures down, Mister Douglas." Brows to furrow more in thought, her
attention to remain upon the open sea, even if the darkness was beginning to
make it's claim. "I'll nae b' goin' anywhere." Her tone would depict the fact that
this was not something that pleased her at all. Soon enough her attention
would drift to settle upon the shipwright. "Iffen ye kin add a bit o' extra
skin to t' 'ull, t' give 'er more strengt', ye moight as well." She was cast
ashore, might as well make sure the ships were in tip top shape. She may be
needing to set sail once they were done, and chance the storms known to
encompass the sea this time of year. That would yet to be determined, for now she'd do
what she must to survive.


"We can do that." He'd prefer to. He offered his hand to
JD. "We'll take good care of them, Captain and do our best to get them
seaworthy as quickly as possible." He glanced toward the docks, certain he
had heard a splash. Some shouting as well, so apparently whoever had taken an
unscheduled swim was being rescued.

She had wandered far enough as eyes narrowed in on the
taverns down the distance and a ruckus breaking out. Fists flying and shouts
ringing out as a rather large man intervened grabbing the two by the scruff
of their necks and bashing their heads together. Knocked
both out as they fell to the ground and their buddies then attempting to drag
them away. Bottom lip tucked as it was a bit too rough on her own and not use to the docks. Such had her around and heading back the way she came as a few drinks were thought on and not at such places as here. Maybe during the day she would see what they were like before chancing a visit at night.


A glance to his hand, her own would lift and she'd spit
into the palm before she'd offer it to collect his. She was use to hearing
splashes and the like. Drunks falling in, or something being disposed of via
tossing over board. So not even a glance of her own would be directed towards the
sounds of the splash.


"I'll be at the dry docks before dawn. You'll have her
there then?" He was looking forward to the work ahead. "And I'll have the
figures ready for you." They were gaining more work as their reputations
grew. It wa a good feeling.


"She'll be awaiting ye come t' morn, Mister Douglas. Me
men will 'ave 'er t'ere t'is vera evenin'." Her hand is rough with callouses,
the surface of it's back looked as if someone had melted wax over it, and it
dried upon contact. Her grip was firm, a show of strength, before she'd
release his hand. "Once I get t' figures, ye be tellin' me w'ot ye b' needin'
t' collect up front." She knew materials needed to be bought, so she'd ensure
the coinage would be there to ensure payment. "Only t' finest grade t' touc' me
ladies."


"That's all Jon Mc Andrews handles, Captain." He grinned as
he returned the shake, then released. "I'll be looking for you come morning.
Captain Jack, if you'd like, you can come to the office anytime and we'll see
to your lady."

Jack stood quietly with Thomas and JD, having behaved
himself on the tour of JD's ship. He'd noticed the scars on JD's hand and
slowly looked at it quietly out of the corner of his eye. Ooh, that was a
nice opening. To see Jack's lady


A glance towards Jack, when Thomas invited him to visit the
office of the Shipwrights to discuss the repairs of his own ship. Attention
turned back to Thomas. "Come mornin' t'en, Mister Douglas. I'll b' a seein'
ye t'en."

"Good night to you, Captain." He inclined his head to the
other then turned on a heel and headed down the gangplank. First order of
business, was to find Collin, then a drink would follow.

To see Jack's lady, huh? There was a quick smirk upon his
features as his eyes glanced to JD. Nope, not that anything could be read
there.

She'd stand silent as she watched the Shipwright disembark. Follow his progression along the dock before she'd look over towards Jack. "W'ot ye smirkin' 'bout?" A near growl in that tone spoke. It was then she'd move to have a discussion with a few of the men. Sending some to take some of her possessions off the Swan I and bring them to the Dockside and placed in that hidden room. The same would be done with the Swan II. Preparing them to be sent to the dry dock. The Swan I , the Square-Rigger, would be sailed there first, as decided. The Swan II, the Brigandine, to follow after repairs were done to the first.

[Carlotta]

Earlier that evening, Zar had ventured into town and spotted Carlotta sitting on the porch of the Red Dragon Inn. He'd stood for a few minutes just out of her site before approaching her. After a warm reunion of greetings, Zar had escorted her away from the tavern and took her on a stroll along the docks where the two began to talk about events that had happened to each other in the duration of the last few weeks. Carlotta was just explaining of an encounter she'd had with a man threatening her life and that of JDs. Then of her disappearance from England, the kidnapping by pirates and finally how she'd come to Heathfield and the progress of her new business venture.

"..... they had heard that I'd been abducted by pirates, which I was, but then saved, and put out a bounty on my savior, though I took care of that matter, too. I contacted Scotland Yard." Once she got past of that, she'd slow her words down with the final. "I found a piece of property to build my home and office upon. I've inspected it with one of the throne's representatives. There's a small cabin within the woods there, and I'm moving into it to stay, until my home is done. I will travel back and forth to tend to my duties at the Dockside." That was all wrapped up in a nice, neat package. "What's this I hear you're living with a woman?" She knew that wasn't a rumor, many had seen the lass enter and leave his building. "Taking her shopping and all. Were you going to run off and get hitched and not tell me good-bye?" What better way to deflect the conversation from herself, shock maneuvers being played.

She did love that little shock treatment. How and which to answer and question first? Men didn't faint, but he was rather overwhelmed, with indication of that hand raking through black hair. "Holy hell." As he schooled together those scrambled thoughts. "How the hell did I miss all this, Carly?" Rarely did he refer to her by the nick name. "Attempts on your life? What an ass I've been." It couldn't be helped, Zar blamed himself for not being there for her. "Tell me of your family? You've tried to hide your past well from me and everyone Carlotta. But I've always been able to see through that. You're a class above most, that's just something one can't hide." Rubbing at his jaw line he studied her. "The business prospect and new home sounds wonderful. You must let me know where the new place is located." When she referred to the so called mistress he scratched at his chin, grinning. "I do plan on taking a trip back to Italy, soon. I'll be gone about a month; to retrieve three ships I built, they are docked there."
While she was conveniently settled on the pier he stepped around in front of her and crouched down, taking one of her hands to hold in his. "Carlotta. The woman you speak of is Nikiyo. I introduced you to her some time back. She needed work and a place to live, which I provided for her. She stays alone in one of the apartments in the warehouse. And yes, I did take her shopping. She had no personal affects to speak of. The man that brought her here suddenly up and left her in a lurch. No one else deemed to help the lady. So I did." He made no excuses, it was the type of man Zar was. "She is not my lover. But a new friend." The smile finally came, slowly over his mouth.

"Well darn, and here I thought I would be winning a big purse." Fingers snapped and a grin. "I have a wagering pool going, that you'd sink way before I do." Amusement to appear in those soft browns that met and held darker hue. "When you go back to this Italy of yours, bring me back a souvenir?" Brow rose and head tilted slightly, that near wicked grin should be the tell tale sign that seriousness wasn't going to be maintained in full. "I'm sure you could find what I'd like easily.....A tall, dark and handsome lad, with a winning smile." Grin growing more. "Oh, and he has to have a fine looking arse too." Curt nod. She so was not going to laugh, fighting it with all her might.
"As for my family. There's a slew of them." Small shrug. "Me father was a high placed attorney back in Cork, Ireland. Where I was born. It was several years later, my birth would be considered a curse, to some." Looking away towards the water. "Me Da, he's a fighting man. One that won't be kept down. He now runs a well established law office in West Minister, England." Looking back upon him. "All my life was spent living in his law offices, and at his side in the den of our home. That was until he could no longer overlook the fact that I was a lass." Slowly shakes her head. "Suddenly I was told I was not allowed to go to his offices any longer. I could not follow the path he had taught me so well, and that I was to become the wife of some arrogant bloody cad." A snort sounded. "So I showed them." A deep breath taken. "I left. Of course, things didn't start out being good. That came in time." Glance up and over towards the cliffs. "That dream is slowly becoming a reality, and no one's telling me I can't do it." Looking back at him. "Instead, I find encouragement."

The shipwright listened to her reveal that guarded and secreted past she'd held tightly to. Dipping his head down, there was a slight smile hidden in the moonlight. "Ahh, my Carlotta. Such a past you have. Why you felt the need to keep such a burden to yourself. I understand." He nodded some and looked up at her. "You are an outstanding woman, Carlotta. Anything you set your mind to, you shall accomplish and with much success." Her hand was lifted to his lips, a kiss touched upon the knuckles. "I shall not bring you back any handsome men from Italy. You already have one before you. Being greedy is not becoming of you." He teased, easing himself up slightly from that crouch. "I shall bring myself back for you and a little token. Though I would have enjoyed taking you on the voyage with me. I'd show you off to my family."
Slowly he winked, then Zar leaned himself close to her. "Presa dell'alito (breath taking)." He whispered between them before the shipwright captured a real kiss from this best of friends. Warm lips stole over her mouth, her chin lightly caught between his thumb and forefinger. Carlotta needed to be kissed, tenderly, passionately and very often. Baltazar, if for only this single moment in time, would do just that with her.

"I'm Irish, of course I will. We fight for what we believe in." Gentle smile. "Some just tend to forget." Then a soft chuckle. "I'd settle for that, the return of my best friend." Stated with conviction and heart felt meaning. Just as she was about to reply to the voyage comment, it would be kept from being said. Lips captured in such a manner, had even caused a hitch of breath. Surprise would soon give way to a tender return, as eyes slowly closed. What lass wouldn't wish to be kissed like that? They must be dead, if so.

After a lingering moment of time, he pulled back slightly to stare down at her features. Her eyes still closed, the vision stirred something inside of him. He voice rustled to her ears. "Carlotta. Open your eyes." He whispered.

Slowly those lashes would part, exposing the rich chestnut coloration. Couldn't help that smile to form, it was a pleasant experience, and who better to share it with, then her best friend.

Whatever he was going to say at the moment vanished between a shared smile. Zar stood up, pulling her with him and wrapped her in his arms. "Ah, Carlotta. You are a treasure." Pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

Softly she'd chuckle, arms to slip around his waist and snugly hold. "That's good to know, means I'll always be valued." Teasingly stated. Head pressed against his chest for a moment, before leaning back to look up at him and smile. "I'd be honored, if one night you'll join me for dinner, once I get fully settled in. I think you'll appreciate my choice to call my own." She had worked long and hard to reach this moment. Although, the real work had only just begun.

Those earthen hues would meet the warmth of her brown gaze. "Never doubt that you aren't, my dear." He replied. Dinner, they hadn't dined together in ages and suddenly he realized how he'd missed those quiet times together. "I look forward to it. Soon I hope?"

"I hope before you leave. Sort of a going away dinner. So you'll know what to be counting upon, when you return." Stated with a full fledged smile, teasing intermixed. "That is unless I go along, then I might just have to kick the cook out of the galley, so I could prepare a proper meal." Nodding her head, this time her chuckling couldn't be curtailed.

Zar openly laughed. "You're going to insult poor Cookie." His expression relaxed into a smile. "You know the invitation is standing. I'd love to have you along, if you can manage to get away from your pending tasks."

"For a chance to see Italy?" Brow rose slightly. "Are you kidding?" Light, playful push. Nothing that would come close to moving him in the slightest. "Of course I'd love to go along. There are those who could stand in my place for a short time." Soft laughter. "As if I'd give up a chance to go."

So he'd have a guest along on the voyage. Zar pulled her up to his side, an arm wrapping about her waist. "Then pack your things soon. We leave in less than two weeks time for Italy. I'll be taking a crew of eighteen men with me to bring back the three ships. I've booked passage on a schooner setting sail then." Turning them about face they headed back towards town. "Care to stop into the Thistle for a drink?"

"I'll be at the ready." Would give her time to have the cabin fully set up, and perhaps even the extra room built on. Slow nod and a smile up at him. "Sure. It's been along time since we had a drink together." Grinning a bit now. "I do believe I still owe you a trough dipping too, don't I?" Brow to quirk.

Didn't women every forget little indiscretions? He laughed and shook his head, parading them towards the Thistle. "You know Carlotta. It is considered a sin to Italian families for men to never marry. So if I haven't found a suitable bride by the time I'm fifty, I'm marrying you." He teased and escorted her off.

That had her out right laughing. "Something we'll discuss later ..." Grinning. "When you're fifty." Linking arms as they'd stroll off to the Thistle.

[Carlotta]

"I .." Still caught in laughing, as it only got better and better. Sucking in a breath and calming her humor to a lull. "I have the lumber, it is covered on the side of the house. Mrs. Aptkins had planned to have such done since last year, but never had the funds to hire anyone after that."

Tucking her tongue between her teeth to keep from giggling she took the swat with a good natured batting of lashes and kept on moving around. It bothered Elise to be in one spot to long.

"Now it shall be done. Si." The last more to himself. "When do you wish me to start?" As he'd get on it right away.

After that long and rather eye opening conversation the shipwright and Carlotta strolled arm and arm up to the front of the Thistle. He climbed the porch and started to reach for the door to open it, then paused, turning to her.
"I do have one more question, Carlotta?" His brows furrowed into a dip. "You never did explain who was making these threats on your life and if they were caught." He wondered about this and if she'd told someone else in Heathfield. Someone needed to pursue these culprits if they were still at large.

A pause as she glanced up at him, evidentally that part wasn't said fast enough, he remembered. A smile offered and a small shrug. "A dead man walking?" Much truth in those words quietly stated. Those who hunted the man were of the ruthless nature. Some might be shocked to know her affiliation.

"Well, when you have time, is fine. Judging by how you were speaking earlier, there is the theatre to look into as well. So long as it is ready in time for cooler weather." For her grandmother couldn't be out in the heat of the day. "Speaking of the theatre. If you need some fabrics, I have several bolts that I can donate to it. For costumes or anything else that it could be used for."

She wasn't getting off that easily. Zar gently took ahold of her and pivoted her about to face him. "Care to further enlighten me, lass?" Pinning her under his gaze.

With a dazed sort of half smile, she waltzed back after shifting a few chairs this way and that to Raul to give him a kiss. "I am off for my bed and sleep. Do not stay out so late ... " With a waggle of brows she straightened. "I bid you a good nice, Acacia, and will bring the empanada's by."

"Si, but I am not doing the work. This man, Jon McAndrews has his men that will see to it all." He had put in time working for the one and will be called back when they needed more hands in a couple of weeks.

She smiled broadly then, flashing white teeth inside a vibrantly Spanish face. "I would give them to Vivi ... see which she likes." With a waggle of fingers she made for the kitchen and then home.

Which meant he had two weeks to do this other. "I can start tomorrow?" He hoped to get in some time exploring the mountains again for he was inspired by them even if the words were not flowing.
Kiss and run but at least it was not another pinch to his cheek or he would be owing her one swat.

"A sea captain who has some vendetta against someone I protect. I refused to offer information. The second time he tried, he sought me out face to face. He wanted to leave a message behind, with my death, I guess, but I foiled his plans." It was more information. A moment to meet his gaze before looking away, as if to peer through a nearby window.

"That will work then. As long as it is still comfortable for you." Eyes went toward the kitchen where Elise disappeared and Acacia could only smile. "She is adorable." Speaking of his sister in high praises.

Fingers would reach out and pull her face back towards his. "And just who was this man seeking information and whom are you protecting so vigilantly that it's put your life in danger, my dear?"

"Si." Glancing where she had then back. "..to both. I need to know where you are located. If the lumber is outside I need not disturb but will not be so early the hammering will wake you up."

A moment of silence to pass, words spoken would be nothing more than a whisper. "His name is Captain Brayden, and the one he seeks, is JD."

This was a bit of interesting news. A brow ached up and Zar simply nodded, not pressing further information from her. "I see. It's a shame I didn't get the chance to meet her yet." He turned then and held the door open for her. "After the lady." He smiled.

"There is a path that branches off at the end of the road from the markets. The path will lead you straight to a cottage set out in the woods, near the stream. The lumber is covered on the southwest side of the cottage." She

A smile in thanks, in the fact he pressed not for that yet. In time, perhaps she'd share more. A cutsey in a playful manner, since she's wearing pants, was executed. "Why thank you Govn'r." Grin shot up at him as she stepped through and into the tavern. A glance at the room to take note of those present. "Good evening." Softly greeting enroute towards the bar.

considered him a moment before she just smiled brightly. "Thank you, regardless of a card game or not. No doubt, Ms. Aptkins will coddle you and supply you with food and drink the whole while."

A roll of those earthen hues, he grinned and followed her inside. They'd have plenty of time to speak of more personal matters during the trip. Once he stepped inside behind Carly, he immediately spotted the seamstress. "Good evening, Miss Sterling." Having paid a hefty order for the clothing he'd ordered for Nikiyo. He offered a kind smile to her, then tip his head to the male. "Evening there, sir."

"Si, gracias." He would not have to bring food and drink then which would be good for the few coins he had left. The work recently was in barter and the majority he had earned before that was sent home. It was good he was not expected to supply the lumber or he would have been in a predicament. Not that predicaments were unusual for him. He just tried to avoid them as often as possible. "Buenos noches. Evening."


"Baltazar, evening to you. That order will be sent, the summer outfits at least, this coming weekend." At least this gave her a chance to update him on his really hefty order. "Please meet Raul. Raul, this is Baltazar .. " The woman who was with him was one she didn't know, but she earned a welcome smile nonetheless.

"Evening Alex, one Pocheen, and one Irish coffee." He'd know which was for whom. Turning to look at the couple as introductions were being made. Warmth of a smile offered in return to the woman.

Offered to the couple coming in. "I am pleased in the meet Baltazar. Senorita.." Being a name was not known for the other.

"It's nice to meet you Raul. This is Carlotta Basinstoke." Extending a hand towards Carly during the introductions. He turned back to Acacia with a smile and stepped towards her. "I have another request, just a small order, but needed before the end of two weeks." He voice held a slightly lower pitch, but his words were not whispered either.

"Well met, Acacia, Raul." Irish accent was there, intermixed with a bit of another. Nod offered to the two, before she'd turn to collect her mug in hand upon being delivered. Zar's glass would be offered to him as well.

Zar took a moment to step away and reach for the drink. He soon returned to Acacia side, eyes settled on her to see if she could manage this important order as well. Busy, busy woman. He took a sip.

"A pleasure to meet you Carlotta." Smile her way before he fell easily back to his quiet ways. Listening instead.

"Just stop by the shop when you are ready to make the order then. I will of course, be there." She was always there, always. "Pleasure to meet you, Carlotta." Another smile given to the lass.

[Carlotta]

He wasn't sure if he'd have time, leaning in he spoke a bit more discreetly to her. "I'm leaving in two weeks for Italy. I have some ships to bring back to Heathfield. But I need a gown made up before the trip. A long white gown, simple yet elegant. For a wedding. The measurements would be about." He paused in thought, then turned his gaze towards the bar, slowly motioning towards Carlotta. "About her size." Zar's gaze swung back to Acacia. "Do you think you can manage something like that in two weeks time?"

Leaning back against the bar, the mug would be lifted to slowly sip and savor her drink. Alex had a knack of making it taste better than hers, much to her chargin. Though he did have years of experience on her. Quizical rise of a brow, when she noted Zar motioning in her direction.

"I think I might have something already in the works, nearly done. Would only have to do slight adjustments and some additions. So it would be done in enough time, yes." It was a gown that a woman planned to buy, until herbetrothed decided against marriage to her. Sad, but the gown didn't get worn, so it wasn't 'cursed.' At least!

"I'll stop by the end of the week to look it over." He said. "That's about the time those summer outfits should be ready, right?"

"Right, if you want, all can be picked up on that day." And it would make the transaction a lot easier in the long run!She was, well, curious as to the purchase of a wedding gown. A lot considered, at that!

"Good. I'll see you then." That settled, since he'd almost forgot, Zar stepped away from Acacia and approached Carlotta. "Thank you."
Speaking of the drink he held. Coming to her side, he slipped an arm about her waist and pressed a kiss beside her ear, taking a moment to whisper to her. As his words murmured off, he chucked deeply and took a long swig of the pocheen.

Head tilted slightly, to better hear those soft spoken words. A side glance up at him, she couldn't help but smile. Mug shifted hands as she gave him a one armed hug. "You're absolutely wonderful Zar, so lucky I am to be beside you." A grin to form before it would be hidden behind the rise of that mug to sip from.

Acacia was not one for the gossips, but she had to raise her brows and look towards the quiet Raul. Something was a little, out of place. But d**ned if her nose was going there, she'd get into too much trouble and not enough time in the world to do her work and bail herself out.

He finally got to working on his drink as it was soon finished off too.

"Just doing what any honorable man would do, my dear." He smiled and toasted her. Then a thought came to mind. "Oh." He snapped his
fingers. "I need to tell Nikiyo about the voyage too. She might want to come along. The more the merrier." He winked, quickly tossing back the rest of his drink.

Long as it wasn't him! Especially with sister Elise around. Being he was still sitting at the table with Acacia for the card game, which he lost but so did his sister, he heard enough. Hazel green eyes turned back to Acacia. "You get plenty of work, si?" Which was good if one were to survive.

"All right. If I'm not around the Dockside, just leave word with Jim and I'll be sure to get the message. In case our paths don't cross before it's time to set sail."

"I'll come looking for you and pick you up. No need to worry there." Reassuring her about that. "I need to catch up with Thomas and Collin too, let them know I'm finally heading off to bring those three ships back to put on the market"

Eavesdropping, she was doing it! Another woman along for the ride as well. The one that he put a good sum of money to dress up. That
was a twisting situation she just had to grin about. Hazels, shifted blue, turned to Raul and Acacia gave a firm nod. "Very busy, but I have a debt that needs paying off and the revenue keeps things comfortable for my grandmother." One could always tell where Acacia's priorities were.

Nods and smiles, lifting to place a kiss upon his cheek. "Perhaps they might even wish to come along, never know." Wink up at him.

Which brought out a chuckle. "Someone needs to remain behind and watch the shop. That's why I'm taking along a limited crew to sail the vessels back to Heathfield."

"Just a thought luv." Hand lifted to lightly pat his cheek,before caressing fingers would withdraw and a chuckle to sound.

He leaned in, whispering. "What? And let them spoil my fun?" He grinned. Not happening. This was going to be good and the trip would
be enjoyed as well. He was looking forward to the visit home.

Softly chuckles. "Forbid such thoughts." Then grins herself. Playful wink directed up at him. "You're too cute." Teasingly stated.

He feigned a snort. "I'm Italian. That means dashingly handsome. Never ..cute." He could choke on such a word. Such a wicked grin.

Both brows rose. "And I'm Irish. Stubborn and mule headed. I say cute." Curt nod. Look at her grinning now.

"Si.. I have been finding work around as needed." He worked well, not afraid of hard labor. He didn't get drunk and was reliable besides
having natural skills. He was up from his seat moving into a stretch as hands cupped behind his neck before swinging back down to his sides. "I should get some sleep so I can be there early to start." He'd work a good portion of the day before it got too hot or rained.

B"That Irish fire in you shall get you in trouble one day soon too." He promised with a roguish smile.

Lift up on toes, trying to get nose to nose with him. "Just remember, in fifty years you'll have to put up with it." Devlish grin to match the glint in those rich chestnut colored eyes.

That deck of cards was swiped up and slipped into the pocket sewn against her dress. "I have the same situation. Perhaps, if you don't mind the company, I can walk with you?" And that was if he didn't mind the tall, dark man that was her constant shadow.

d**n! She was right. How he laughed, his head falling back and hands reaching out to pull her into an embrace. "God, you are good for
the soul, Carlotta. Fifty years. It's a promise." He shot her a wink, then set his glass down."Care for an escort home, milady?" Offering a tender smile to this woman he adored.

"Why of course! Someone has to go along to ensure your safety. Can't let anything happen to you now." Mug lifted to finish off what
it held before being set aside. Turning to look up at him, she couldn't help but smile. "You have been sorely missed. It'll not happen again." A promise made.

"Si." He offered her his arm to escort her properly. If it was to this home he was to build the deck then he would find it easier come
tomorrow. "Buenos noches." Offered the two before heading out.

"My sentiments exactly. It shall not." He promised and looped her arm through his. Before heading out with her he bid goodnight to
Acacia and Raul. "Good night you two." Then looked back to Carly. "Shall we?"

"A good evening to you Carlotta and Baltazar." Nodding her head politely to the couple as she was led out by Raul. She'd indeed show
him the way, and most likely chat about empenadas!

"Good evening." Offered to the other two, a glance up to Zar with a nod. "Most certainly, we shall." Playful wink.

[Carlotta]

Legalities
(from 7-10-06)

The vacant casino was open still as the others took their leave. Brogan having gone to the back then returned. He was by the table pouring another glass of water. At least his office was finished unlike this nearly barren room. Attired in a rust vest over a white shirt, collar undone and sleeves rolled up, tucked into dark brown pants. Sandals on his feet. He awaited on Miss Carlotta Basinstoke. The meeting set up via a note given her while in the notorious northern tavern as to not interrupt a conversation she'd already been engaged in.

It took her a few to find the area that she was supposed to meet the man. Not familiar with the area, she had to rely upon the locals to gain her bearings. Soon though she'd be before the building, only a pause to glance over it's front before she'd make her way inside. A pause once within to look over the area entered until she noticed where he sat, then it was towards him she'd now move. "Afternoon Govn'r." Came the quiet greeting.

Falkirk Casino was in block letters on a paper taped into the window. It was obvious he was only starting to set up the place which had been leased. He stood from his seat before coming around as he took up her hands, each to one of his a moment before releasing them. "It is my pleasure Miss Basinstoke. Had I known the other day I would have introduced myself before you were engaged in conversation with the older man." Not presuming who it was at it seemed someone she had just met. "I was here about five years ago and hopefully you do not remember that man I was." Almost a tease as he indicted the door to his office. "If you will join me there so we are not disturbed.."

"Thank you Mister Frasier, though I don't know why you didn't present yourself in person. Just because I'm talking to one person doesn't mean I can't converse with more than one. I am a Barrister after all." Slowly shaking her head. "I haven't been here that long, so however you were then I have no knowledge of it today." A glance towards the door indicated and a slow nod. In her hand she carried a small leather brief that held all the items she may need to get started with her task given this day. "Of course, by your lead Govn'r."

"Ah, but I didn't learn that until overhearing the introductions as I was in the vicinity to do so. It would not be proper to do so when you were not in your office and out socially. In there lays the difference but I took one step to at least set up a meeting at your convenience." Escorting her in and a hand on the back of a plush seat for her to take facing his desk before he was around to take the seat there. "I am setting up an Elite Casino. A gentlemen's club for the most part. I will be hiring the highly esteemed Courtesans from the Flower Garden but there are no rooms for any activity beyond, serving drinks, conversation and bringing men a good luck charm. As with any business that will have a high flow of cash, I would need insurance against liabilities, and even injuries upon my property while ones are here where liquor will also be served. Plus, any legal advice you can offer. I am willing to pay whatever sum you require."

Settling upon the seat, her brief to be laid across her lap. She'd listen to his explanation of what the place was to be. When he refereed to it as a gentleman's club, she would look up at him via the top of her eyes. "I see." It was then her attention was back upon the brief as she worked the leather cords free that held it in place. "First you'll need to hire yourself some trustworthy guards. Those who will spend their entire time around the area you intend on keeping your cash. I have made suggestions in the past that have worked well with others." Drawing out a parchment, quill and ink well. "I have found that former knights tend to do well in this area. They live by a code of honor that's unshakable. I wouldn't use those still in active service, since they would be called away to duty if a need arose and would leave you without." Opening the ink well, she'd dip the quill and begin taking notes. "As for injuries, there are two ways you can deal with this. You can either have your patrons sign a waver, releasing you of any harm upon their person due to inebriation and their own clumsy nature. Or, you can set aside five percent of your over all profits to place in a fund that will pay for such instances." Glancing up at him. "You'll also need to hire someone to deal with the public, more importantly, a woman, since it could very well be the wives of these husbands you'll be contending with when they find where their husbands are spending their time. Women are changing in their way of thinking anymore Govn'r. To be shut out where their husbands are allowed so they can have another woman on their arm isn't socially acceptable anymore." More notes to be jotted down as she fell silent.

He chuckled when he saw that look, well understanding. Knowing too it was not quite as it seems but he was addressing her as a man who would not blink twice at that fact. "There is more information as we get down to the particulars. There will be a ladies night, wives, friends and such, one night a week or so and no Courtesans around. I am only going to have it open certain hours, after dinner to one hour after midnight so husbands are not out all night. There will also be a limit on betting for I'll not have one bet away their family's fortune. And, lastly but not least, I am told I have a partner to join me in the venture on his way back from London. A Charles Harwood. I've not met him and if by chance we clash, then the business here will be solely mine, stressed to have it work, and he set up in another kingdom." Which some of this information would cover. "I am thinking a waver would be better signed for the year, the club to be joined not just walk ins that could bring unnecessary trouble. So that would need be written up." Brogan had an unusual way about him as she'd find olive green eyes locked fast with the last of his inquires. "Would you have dinner with me at Sibios a night this week?" Not throwing in .. that they could talk more business, but asking her to enjoy a dinner spent with him. She would say either yes, or no.



Again she'd listen, her head rose as she gazed across the desk at him. "This partnership, will be be a partner for financial services only then?" Getting some clarification so she would know the proper way for setting up a contract. "I can have the stipulation placed in the partners contract, that if this Mister Harwood decides to withdraw, the full interest of the casino remains in your hands, and I can also have it that his affiliations either end immediately or you can still have him responsible for the over all costs for one year to follow, as a penalty for pulling his claim abruptly." More notes to be scratched upon that parchment. The invitation for dinner was a surprise and shed look back up at him. She had heard of this Sibios, but never has yet to pay it a visit. "Of course, Mister Frasier, I would enjoy dinner very much." A smile to appear before she was back to business. "As for the women not being here when the men bring their wives or other, I think that's a bad idea, it makes it seem you're trying to hide it. If the women are here to work as you've said..." Peering up at him. "..then it shouldn't matter the cliental that arrive. Service is service, that is unless you intend on taking a further step to have them service the men in a way that's intended for their wives."

"That would work, he will be here in a few days to sign it too. If we work out for a while and then not, there would be a certain percentage of funds to go with him too. As would be fair for time invested. I would want done for others as I would for myself in fairness. All furniture and supplies would remain. If it doesn't work out, I think it would be a mutual decision. His Lordship Maurice McDonough believes we will get along just great. My view on things is best to end things cordially if at all possible, you never know when it will pay back at a time most needed. If such is workable within the law?" He paused here as a smile brought out a dimple. Pleased. Very pleased she accepted. She was the first for him to ask out too which was saying a lot. "I know the food there is spectacular." He considered her suggestion. "I see your point on that and will amend that. They might be better dressed than some of the ladies that come in. I do know they wish to leave their identity unknown so it is not going to be known who is hired from the Flower garden and who is not. I'll not jeopardize them having fingers pointed their way when honestly, I found them to behave better than ones pretending and calling themselves ladies."

"Their anonymity could be easily maintained, Mister Frasier." Looking up at him as she paused in her writing. "You just don't tell anyone that they're from the Flower Garden, and none will be the wiser. It's loose lips that sink ships Mister Frasier." A bit of a grin to appear. "Of course the distribution of the profits will be entered into the contract, to be signed by all parities that hold interest. That way there will be no mistakes or misunderstandings at a later date. Even though you employ from the Gardens, you should have all your workers sign a contract too. We are dealing with a business in which a large flow of money will exchange hands. I have seen such turn the most honest individual into the most conniving thief you'd ever wish to meet." Head tilted slightly as she thought for a moment. "You should put harsh penalties on anyone caught taking what isn't theirs to rightfully take. By signing a work agreement with all this written out, it'll save you headaches at a later date, and the Magistrate will move at a quicker pace when he finds out that the employee had been not only told verbally, but seen it in writing to which they have to sign." Brows furrowed. "Unless you intend to hire illiterates, then there will have to be another contract made up for those, because it will have to be witnessed by a third party. One who holds no interests or ties to your business. This is not only to protect you, but the poor soul as well." Head bent forward as she jotted down a few more lines.

"Why I needed a Barrister like yourself that knows what they are doing to draw up all such contracts in duplicates. I tell you as you are legally bound to keep such in confidence but more if there was anything legal I would need to know. I have nothing to hide and should not if you are going to continue to be my legal agent. If that is workable for you, I would set up a retainer for the year, renewed at the end of each if you wish to remain. I am sure there will be continual matters to make that a wise option. I do not plan to hire illiterates for how would they manage money or sums if needed? Although there is the cleaning crew but I could pay the cashiers more to take that on once the place closes and I here to guard. In such cases that witness could be you? Or I'll find another but I would prefer to avoid it all together." He didn't want to get caught up into legal complications. "I will require those being hire are at lest literate." He quiet as a tracing glance went over her bent head and how she wrote so diligently. She knew her stuff and that brought her up in his esteem.


Slowly nodding as she continued to take her notes as they spoke. "How many employees do you intend to have Mister Frasier?" A glance up from her note taking and the quill would halt for that moment. "At least how many do you intend to employ over all? This way I can ensure to have the proper number of contracts drafted to be signed." Resting back slightly. "My fees are reasonable compared to most. although with there going to be several that will need to be written, I offer a discount". Delving into that brief, she'd withdraw a parchment and handed it over to him, outlying her costs for her services broke down, as well as her retainer demands. "The retainer will have me as your legal consulate to offer advice in your time of need. I fear I could not stand by as a witness, since I too will be in your employ, and therefore not viewed as biased." A moment taken in thought. "Since your Mister Harwood will be here in a few days time, I'll work on that contract first to have it ready for your viewing and approval, so that when he arrives it's just a matter of his reading it and signing also. You said Mister McDonough has some interest in this place also? Will he need to be added into the contract negotiations?" Mind whirling as she tried to cover all her basis. "As for the employee contracts, I'll need at least a week to see that they're properly written in the numbers you may need."

"There will be the initial guard bouncer of a retired knight, along those lines. If needed another will be hired. I'm sure business will start out slow. Two cashiers to make the exchange of money into chips of varying amounts according to the games. Three Courtesans to serve drinks, conversation and bring good luck by being near one in play. More might be hired if needed. A caterer to bring in a light fare, free for those playing as well the drinks. If not playing there is a charge. One person to clean up at night and while the games are in progress, anything needing clearing away. Lastly, employees to deal the cards, three tables open at a time to start, so four dealers so that they can switch as needed a break, one roulette and one craps." He was going over the figures listed on the sheet and tallying at the same time while talking as he was done, green eyes lifted. "I agree on you pricing."



When he began to rattle off the varying employees, she'd make slash marks upon the parchment, then a notation off to it's side. Slowly nodding as she listened and wrote. "I'll draft up ten extra employee contracts for you to have at your disposal then. I'm sure in the beginning, until you have things settled, you may very well go through a few." Looking up at him. "Though I think you're making a mistake by only hiring one guard Mister Frasier. You should have one present at all entries, one to remain close to the cashier, and no less than two more to remain where you intend to keep the money you take in and store. Places like this will draw certain elements, that's something you'll be hard pressed to quell. There will be attempts, and if they see that you're strength is preplanned, they'll more than likely avoid you after at all costs." Offering the suggestion. "Thank you Mister Frasier, I like to think I'm not over bearing in what I ask for my services." She'd then look down at her notes, taking all in before looking back up. "You never answered my question about Mister McDonough. Will he be listed on the owners contract as well?"

"I will take you up on that suggestion as there will be myself and Mr Harwood, whom I'm told can handle himself quite well with a sword as well as I. One at each door, front and back and one in the office where the money will be kept in a safe." He got so caught up he had missed that one question. "No, he only helped me to find a suitable building and had it approved by the Crown to have such here. I believe it was my stipulations that took in account wives and families that it is allowed. I wish this to be a good night out for the men while their wives have their social teas. Men need their time away too, not in heart if they are married to the right woman." Which had him pausing as green eyes stilled upon her for those few moments. "Wouldn't you agree? If one was to ever married it should be for the right reasons of the heart and not pocketbook?"

"Then I shall stipulate only yourself and Mister Harwood then." Another glance over her notes, she'd then set to the task of returning the items she had out back to the brief. Inkwell sealed tightly before it was added. It would be with his last comment that had her looking up at him. Just a bit of a smile. "You honestly don't wish to hear my views on such a matter of segregated social gatherings Mister Frasier, for I assure you we'd never see eye to eye." Being quite honest. "As for the right reasons to marry? Of course, it should be a matter of the heart, but you and I both know that's not the way things happen. Families of prestige wish to remain so, and to gain all they can by alliances with others, even if it means to pawn of their son or daughter into an arranged marriage, to see it through." A smile showed, though it lacked the usual warmth due to the subject matter. "One of my main services that's employed are prenuptial agreements and title transfers from the name of the woman's family to that of the man's, so in case the marriage works not, the man will never lose. Women have little to no rights when it comes to property or wealth unless it's left to them by death." Oooh, he hit a sore spot with her.

"I believe in what is fair. Divorce is bad enough, it should not be a means to devastate one over the other in revenge. Then again I have avoided marriage. It is not a goal of mine nor is it ruled out either if the right woman came along. Now, I shall endeavor to keep from such semantics while we have dinner. I would rather learn of how you became a Barrister, what other interests hold you attention like maybe a cliff climber or snake charmer.." Smile tipped in a whimsical teasing way as he rose from his seat. "Perhaps I might be persuaded to alter my setup in time if it is a better working idea. I already changed a few things with your expert suggestions." He was not that stubborn in certain areas that it became a cut your nose off to spite your face. He liked his nose right were it was.

Couldn't help but to grin with his comment, it was amusing after all. When he rose, she would as well, tucking the brief beneath her arm. "I have come to the conclusion on my own way of avoiding the possibility of divorce Mister Frasier, to never get married to begin with." Hand moved to tap her brief. "I have plenty to keep me satisfied in my life." Stepping around the chair and more into the room, she'd turn to face him. "I merely offer suggestions Mister Frasier, advice based on my own views and understandings. I never take it personally if another sees things not as I do, I'm not that vain, I assure you." She'd offer him a pleasant smile. "It's what you pay me to do Mister Frasier, so you might as well get use to me offering you lots of advice."

"So far I've not found cause to disagree even if on some things we have a different view. If differences could be discussed amicably without one or the other feeling threatened, then you have the basis for a good working friendship. Friends, last long than most that get married. It does make one pause, that what should be the most important one in your life, sharing both your life and your bed in as intimate as two can be, can end up cast out eventually. All words of love and devotion made out as lies even if at the time they were meant, they can change. Some changes are not good while others are very productive." Smile was back as he escorted her back out into the large mostly unfurnished room. "I look forward to our dinner. Two nights hence?"

Moving out into the main room to pause not far from the entry. She'd turn to face him. "It's because love wasn't really there to begin with Mister Frasier. In some cases it's infatuation, or trying to get something everyone else wants, for bragging rights. The sad part about it, is that at least one, if not both are delusional to the truth of that shared. Once realization comes that's when the anger and pain consumes both." Another of those pleasant smiles to form. "I look forward to it, two nights hence. Around six bells?" For clarification of the time. "Shall I meet you there?"

"I hope you at least know of one marriage that is the exception to balance it out or at least give a probable cause why there is such an institution pressed upon us all by society or it is sheer madness." A slight frown touch but was not to linger. He could tell she was strongly against marriage but at least the was not strongly against spending time with a man. "Six bells works and I can have a surrey sent to pick you up or meet me there if you find that more suitable." Whichever was the more convenient. She was not of the ordinary he was finding out quickly enough.

"Then I shall meet you there at six bells, in case business calls me away and I must depart from there." She offer her hand out to him, the final motion of sealing a business deal. "I shall draft up our own contract in accordance to what we've discussed to ensure both our protections as outlined by the law." Gazing up into his eyes she'd smile. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mister Frasier."

He took her hand in his but as fingers slid against her palm he lifted it with the touch of a kiss to her knuckles. Chivalry was not dead nor overdone as it was brief. Eyes had held with a gleam in olive green as he straightened, hand lowered to release. It was a show of respect to her and not his usual means with every woman or lady he met. "I look forward to it and may you stay safe in the interim Lady Basinstoke." Walking her to the door at that point where he paused. "I do have one request.." That pause as brows slightly rose. "That we be on first name basis that evening at least." The smile that touched reflected in his eyes.

Pausing at the door, she'd turn to look up at him. "May lady luck stand by your side in this business, not just that of the patrons...." It would be his last that preempted that which would follow. "...Brogan." Another of her pleasant smiles. "Until the night we meet under social graces, I bid you a good evening." Head tipped forward slightly, she'd glance up at him one final time before turning to exit through the door and to approach that awaiting carriage.

He had a wide smile, one that showed he had enjoyed her company as he stood there watching her take her leave. "Carlotta." Spoken even if she didn't hear, she would when they met again.