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PART III
“WILL YOU RETURN?” Elliott whispered to her softly as they all filed out of the salon a mere half hour later. “What Solomon doesn’t know … ”
“Nay,” she whispered back, looking at him, her dazed mind on what she was about to do, feeling something in her chest so big and intense and wonderful she could barely breathe. “I am weary and drunk, and I must speak with Papa regardless. ’Tis a matter of some urgency.”
“I gathered.” He slid his hand in her palm and brought it to his mouth. She met his gaze while he kissed the back of it softly.
She blushed and turned her back to go out onto the main deck of the Silver Shilling just in time to see her father grasp a line and, with one great heave, launch himself from that deck to the Thunderstorm’s. Celia was suddenly amazed that such a large man could move with such agility and further, that she had come from his loins.
Once Celia and Solomon had followed his path, Solomon made his way belowdecks while Celia silently beckoned Dunham toward her cabin.
“George!” she bellowed before following her father. “More food!”
“Aye, Cap’n!” she heard from somewhere.
“Why did you never tell me you and Mama are wed?” Celia demanded as she entered her cabin behind him and closed the door.
He grunted and spoke without his affected brogue, the manner in which he had always spoken to her in private. “What difference would it have made?”
“’Twould have been of some comfort to know I was not a bastard.”
“At sea, we are all bastards and God is no respecter of persons.”
Celia opened her mouth, but upon finding no logical words, she closed it again.
“This was the urgent matter?”
Celia shook herself out of her reverie. “Nay. I want you to take Mama with you.”
Dunham dropped into a chair at her table and stared at her agog. “Lass, I— She— I cannot take her against her will.”
“Why not?” Celia gritted as she threw herself on her bed and closed her eyes, her quim still a bit painful, her head aching from too much rum and thinking and sorrow and delight, and not enough sleep. And she was hungry. Again. “You’re a pirate. That’s what you do.”
He sneered at her. “Because I haven’t a scruple to my name.”
“Do not disguise your cowardice under scruples.”
“Jack,” he growled, but she waved a hand.
“Begone then without her. Never mind you haven’t loved another woman in twenty years, nor she a man.”
He stilled. “You know this?”
“About you or her?”
“Either. Both.”
Celia turned her head on her pillow to look at him, unwilling to know the answer but knowing she must ask the question. “You wanted her in Sint Eustatius. Have you changed your mind?” His lip curled and he looked away, which Celia took as a negative. “You grow more melancholy with each passing year and she more bitter. ’Tis not difficult to assess the situation when one is an adult with her own problems of the heart.”
“Aye, well, if she is bitter—”
“She is bitter because she thinks you abandoned her. She does not believe you would not know that Bancroft would take Lucien and hie to England without her. He abandoned her and took her son, which she expected. She thought you would return for her. When you didn’t, she was alone with neither of her children or husbands. If it hadn’t been for Catherine and Maarten … ”
George chose that moment to knock and enter with a tray of food, two small cabin boys behind her bearing more food and drink. Celia sat up, cross-legged on her bed once her tray was in front of her, and tucked in. She and Dunham sat silent for a while as they ate.
“I may kidnap your cook,” he muttered around his food after a while.
“I would kill you for that,” she returned absently.
Dunham laughed. “I would not blame you.”
“Well?” Celia finally asked.
The great man heaved a great sigh. “Ah, Whelp.” He pointed his fork at her. “You can’t tell me she did not batten her cabin down the minute she saw me in the harbor and that she does not, at this moment, know what we’re discussing.”
Celia thought about that a moment. “Why are you here, as a matter of fact? Have you thinned out the Muslims of worth so that there are none left? Or are you here to once again beg me come home and sail with you?” He declined to answer, but a flash of regret across his face gave her the answer. “Oh,” Celia breathed, more incredulous joy beginning to seep through her breast. “You have come for her.”
He grunted. “I came with the intent to beg an audience and plead my case. Grovel if I must. My attempt to abduct her in Sint Eustatius did not end well, if you recall.”
“You should have told me what you wanted and asked me for help or at least advice. PAULO!”
Soon enough came the sounds of female screeches fair to terrify a banshee, thumps, and bellows of Put me down, you bloody cur! that everyone on the next ship over could hear. Then an abrupt silence fell.
Celia’s cabin door blew open to admit the second lieutenant with a bound and gagged Lady Hylton over his shoulder.
“And you believe this will atone for my sins,” Dunham said dryly as Papadakos dumped Mary in the soft chair between the bed and the table. Celia’s mother glared at all of them in turn, but the lieutenant simply turned and left, closing the door behind him.
“Ah, so happy to see my mama and papa together in the same room once again,” Celia said airily. “It’s only been a score of years—and that only for a few chaotic moments.”
Mary struggled and rocked the chair, making little noises behind her gag, her breath coming hard and fast through her nose as she fought her bonds. Celia looked at her mother and said, “I’m a pirate. It’s what I do.”
“Ah, Whelp—”
“Cease! I’m the captain of this ship and if either of you want to discipline me, you’ll have to sink me to do it—and know that most of the ships in this harbor will make you regret such a foolish act. Mama, you’re bound and Papa, you’re outgunned. Heave to and listen.”
Mary blinked and stared at her, aghast.
So did Dunham.
“Now,” she said blithely as she continued to eat, “to my mind, there is only one pertinent point of discussion: You each pine after the other but will not make an effort to get over your anger and fear to speak. If either of you had wed or taken another lover in all this time—”
Mary’s head snapped to Dunham, who shrugged and looked away.
“—I would have no interest in matchmaking. But since you haven’t, I have a need to know my parents—whom I love—are together and at least undertaking to sort out their differences.”
Celia looked first at her mother, who sat still and stared at the wall in front of her, then at her father, whose longing for Mary was more than evident in his craggy face.
“Twenty years you have longed to reunite, yet have not,” Celia murmured. “I simply cannot imagine what love you must have had at the beginning. Mama, your bags are being packed and I have signed the deed to my home in Casa Blanca over to you since I cannot return anyroad. Papa, take her.”
Dunham heaved a long sigh and arose. “As you’ve threatened me and my crew with your fleet, I can’t see as I have a choice.”
Mary snorted, but Dunham yanked her gag out of her mouth and kissed her.
It thoroughly shocked Celia when, after a minute hesitation, Mary kissed him back.
Ordinarily Celia would have looked away, but this—this was what she had not understood when she was eight and thought her mother attacked. It was something she had wanted to see again after Talaat had perished, when her grief was mitigated by the knowledge he would never have chosen to leave her.
The kiss slowly abated and Dunham rasped, “Do you go with me willingly or must I put the gag back in your mouth?”
Mary took a great, shuddering breath and looked at Celia, and it was only then that Celia realized she was afraid. Of Dunham, the man he was now, or of making a life with him after the passage of so much time, Celia could not guess.
Yet … she had loved him once, enough to run off to sea with him as his sixteen-year-old bride, enough to give him her body when she could not give her life, enough to have remained alone all these years. Grieving. Paying penance. Pining.
Now she had a chance to try again.
“Mama, you know he is a good man,” Celia whispered. “And he loves you. I have told you that innumerable times. Try. Please, at least try. For me.”
“Unbind me,” she commanded, and Dunham hastened to do so. Once she was free, she rubbed her arms and would not look at him. “If I go with you,” she muttered, “will you release me if I ask?”
“Aye,” he said gruffly. “Our insolent whelp here has an interest in seeing that I behave and the firepower and willingness to enforce it. I don’t doubt she could marshal a fleet to sink me if I made you unhappy enough to seek refuge with her.”
“’Tis because I make alliances and you don’t,” Celia said dryly.
Dunham grumbled at her, but Mary laughed reluctantly. “She is so much like her father.” She paused. “You … did well, Jamie. In that. Raising her, I mean.”
“I had a ship full of help.”
She chewed on her lip. “With one exception.”
Dunham stiffened and pulled away slowly, then sat. Celia watched him, as he did not countenance criticism of his methods.
“The flogging. How could you do such a thing to our child?”
He flinched, and Celia blinked. He felt guilty?
“How can I know you will not one day do that to me?”
Celia’s mouth dropped open. No wonder … “Mama, I have explained this to you and El—Judas told you what he would have done. You have watched me wield a lash nigh unto a sailor’s death. Why do you refuse to let it go?”
“I don’t expect you to understand until you’re a mother.”
“Ah, Mary, I would never do that to you. You must know that at least.”
She pointed at Celia. “You did that, which is something I’d not have thought you capable of. Explain it to me if you can, Jamie.”
He sighed. “Her scars,” he said low. “I hear of them. I haven’t seen them myself nor have I gotten a good look at the figurehead until we arrived. I … ” His Adam’s apple bobbed.
“You mutilated her.”
His jaw ground, but not in anger.
“He spared my face. I do not want for male attention—”
“That you pay for,” she snapped.
“—so I am not rendered entirely undesirable. Mother, really! Rafael, Talaat, and Judas are hardly bilge. And my scars are valuable for the credibility they bring me in battle. How many times must I emphasize the point?”
“Quiet, Little Miss! I am much aggrieved with you.”
“I’ll not apologize for flogging her, Mary,” Dunham said, then looked to Celia. “But I was wrong in how I went about it. I could have spared your front side as well as your face.”
Celia looked away, tears stinging her eyes, and that only because she was in pain and needed to sleep. She had often wondered …
“But Jamie, why?”
“I barely remember anymore,” he muttered, looking at the floor, away from both Celia and her mother. “I was … furious. There comes a time in every … man’s … life that he must challenge his father. I did it to mine. He did it to his. But I didn’t have a son. I had a daughter, so she caught me broadside, standing in front of me like the strongest of men—like a son—challenging me so, in front of my entire crew. Me! She spat in my face!” His mouth tightened and he snarled at Celia. “She’s lucky I didn’t kill her.”
Celia’s heart pounded in her chest and her ears buzzed.
But then he sighed. “She bore the first five without a sound, which made me more furious. Then ten, then fifteen, where I’d meant to stop, but I couldn’t. I got to thirty-nine strokes before my leftenant stopped me. It took me a mite to realize she’d die before she broke. I was beside myself. I have never been so enraged nor ashamed nor proud in my life.”
Her mother gasped. “Proud?!”
Celia could barely catch her breath. She had never known … They had never spoken of it.
Proud? He was proud of her?
He met Mary’s incredulous gaze. “Oh, aye,” he whispered. “Mary, she— I knew I couldn’t keep her aboard my ship when she should have a command of her own. But a woman—? I know very few men who could bear what she bore, do the things she’s done, much less women. I was torn.
“Having her aboard my ship as my navigator was one thing. I’m her father, after all, and a captain none will question, with a crew who knew her worth. But she damn near mutinied me and I couldn’t keep her aboard any longer. I had to set her down, but I didn’t want her to get herself killed—”
“What!” Celia screeched. “Oh, now! That is on top of too much! You set me down in Cairo without a farthing as soon as I could stand upright and swing a sword!”
He grimaced. “I told you in Sint Eustatius I regretted that. I went back for you two days later, but you’d already hired aboard the Carnivale. I knew you could handle Skirrow, so I left you to it.”
Celia blinked.
“Aye, Whelp,” he sneered, “I know you, and I knew you’d tire of him eventually. I just didn’t know when or how it’d come about or what you’d do about it. At least you weren’t wasting yourself on a husband and babes and, and … woman things.”
“You wanted to keep me away from Rafael,” Celia whispered.
“Aye. He knew you were his equal when he met you, but rough and unformed. He saw you as a perfect ball of clay and took you to bed to bind you to his will so he could shape and fire you. I didn’t mind so much because he trained you well—which is why I sent you to him—but when his work was done, you could not let go of him. That was my objection.
“You needed to move on and you did when you wed Khersis, though after Covarrubias, I’d not thought you’d take up with a eunuch.” Mary gasped, but Dunham ignored that. “You know how highly I thought of Khersis, but … ”
Mary looked at Dunham and asked softly, “You knew him?”
“Aye. He was a good man and a good friend and he nigh worshipped at her feet. I married them aboard the Iron Maiden myself, and ’tis naught I’d’ve done for Covarrubias, for a surety.”
“But … ?”
“But Judas is her match, not below nor above. Where Covarrubias held sway over Jack, Jack held sway over Khersis.”
Celia gasped. “That is not true!”
Her father leveled a grave look at her. “You were an exotic young woman who brought new life and joy to a lonely outcast old enough to be your father. And do you doubt me, keep in mind I am a lonely old man needing the life and joy of a particular lovely young woman—” With that he slid a pointed glance at Mary, who flushed. “—so I knew his mind. There be reason he left you the bulk of his fortune, and not because he had no one else to leave it to. But now,” Dunham went on, “I couldn’t be happier you’re taken with Judas. There’s a man a father’d be proud to have as a son-in-law, and I knew it the moment he drew his sword in Oranjestad.”
Celia rolled her eyes when Mary cast her a victorious glance. “At least on that we agree,” Mary said, “but there is still the matter of her contract to wed Rafael at Christmastide.”
Dunham looked at Celia, utterly confused.
“El—Judas has asked me to wed him,” Celia murmured, unable to keep the smile from her face. “He asked Papa for my hand tonight at supper.”
“And you negotiated his proposition before agreeing, I hope. And informed Rafael of this decision?”
“Mother,” Celia said wearily, “you have sailed with me lo these past four years. Do you truly think I would honor a contract made without my consent if it were not beneficial to me? Rafael knew before he left I reserved the right to refuse him.”
“Who made a contract for you?” Dunham demanded.
“The admiral,” Celia muttered, then was caught by a violent yawn. “Whilst we were in London, he inadvertently backed me into a corner of my own construction, which explanation you can get from Mama. Now. I am tired, well fed, still drunk, overset by this little reunion, and I must sleep. Go find your own beds. Or, preferably, bed.”
If you don’t want to wait 2 years to get to the end, you can buy it here.
Pirates!
Yay, the site is back! I was starting to get the shakes.
#metoo
Withdrawal, I thought it was just me. I got scared thinking about having to talk to my wife,
What would I say? Let me see if I remember how to turn on the TV. Which button is it?
I CAN QUIT ANYTIME!
I learned it from you, Dad!
Vanilla or chocolate shakes?
https://youtu.be/w-DMuIvyJss?is=Al3peCxFdYuJXAgn
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQEbAlFw5_0&list=RDOQEbAlFw5_0&start_radio=1
You JUST beat me to it, Teh Hype!
Flamin’ Shakes
Shorty Shakes
This one goes out to everyone in the Friday evening GlibZoom (except Mojeaux.)
To celebrate, I’m having second on ice cream!
“I know! Let’s update our servers during the day!”
What could go wrong?
Luckily, I had a live baseball game to distract me this evening. The hometown High A team was losing 6 to 1 (😞) when we left at the 7th inning stretch (game was delayed a little over an hour due to expected rain that never materialized,) but I DID get a foul ball! 😁 (Didn’t catch it – it landed in our mostly empty row, so I ran to retrieve it. Didn’t even have to knock down any kids to get at it.)
Aww… Where’s the fun in that?
😁
Also got one of the soft balls that team mascot Roofman tosses from the roof between innings. 😃
Needs a better costume.
Mascots get better costumes in the majors.
My lean, mean, Firstin’ machine was all ready to go and then you fucks pulled the plug on the whole site to cheat me. YOU SONS A BITCHES, I’LL CUT YOU!
Also, got pulled over with the retarded mutt on the way to a place I take him. Got a warning, but he was perfectly well behaved after I told him to stop once. Just to be his normal self and act like a maniac once I got him where we were going.
Anyone have a link to Monocle for Firefox?
This is the new tools of the trade. It’s snazzy and well seemingly well built.
Keyboard did stop working once which apparently is a known problem with Asus laptops. Just once. A reboot fixed it. Better not be a fucking reoccurring thing. Kind of a pretty big thing to fuck up and apparently been an issue for years.
Yikes, not my cup of tea. If I’m going to play with that kind of horsepower I want an actual desktop and a bigger screen. I can’t game on a laptop – too small.
I have had an Asus in the past, though. Good quality from what I remember.
18 inches is pretty nice. To be honest I don’t play anything that would even need this much hardware or at all really anymore. I re-downloaded Steam but I haven’t touched a PC game in 10+ years (Total War series was my thing, the historical titles and modding it specifically).
But this should handle most modern games.
Big thing is it’s kind of my all around entertainment system. I don’t watch TV. It’s with me when I’m at home at all times. Youtube mostly now, but it’s where I watch movies and sports. So better audio and a bigger screen were important to me, but only relative to the old one I bought years ago that was 16′.
My laptop prior to that was 18 inches and I’m glad to be back to one that size.And better speakers. Made sure to look for better quality on both of those then the last one I bought.
But it seems very durable. Only real design flaw I see is that the power block comes disconnected from the plug pretty easily and then the screen goes dark for a moment as it switches to battery. Just moving around can do that and then you factor in the asshole dog and his antics.
Also, seems weird to me how little storage these newer laptops have. 1 TB SSD only? The laptop I bought like 10 years ago now from Alienware had 1 TB SSD and then a few TB’s of a regular HD. Kind of ridiculous for a laptop marketed to gamers. It’s incredibly easy to fill that space up with a few big titles let alone with movies or anything else.
My work laptop is like 250 GB.
I vaguely recall a “thin client” craze years ago, where all our work was supposed to occur on the server.
Except reality interfered… I get warnings every day that I’m running out of space and there’s nothing I can clean out.
Yea, it’s like nothing. I Googled it and got the answer the SSD’s are cheaper than they used to be and they want to keep weight down etc.
I’m no expert, but my old one had like 4 TB of regular storage and 1 TB SSD and cost $2k at the time in roughly 2016. And it was only 16 inches. This thing is big and bulky already. Biggest I’ve ever had (that’s what she says with my First, as well). They couldn’t put some extra storage space on it at this price? Sounds ridiculous to me.
I’d guess it’s the AI bullshit. I only ordered this from Amazon because it was out from the manufacturer on top of Best Buy. Not looking to be on a wait list as my crappy back-up laptop was going on me after the old expensive one broke completely.
There’s so many things that seem like they could go wrong on this thing. Simplicity seems to be out the window on premium designs though.I like backlit keyboards but that’s about it. It’s like everything else. Flashier and more expensive, but far less reliable.
Watched a video on a school shooter and his supposedly wild life in prison. Spoiler – he went gay. Young nubile teens are in high demand in there if you can imagine. Supposedly gang raped and decided he liked it. Supposedly.
Regardless, more disturbing part of it is that he had a bunch of young girls writing to him because they thought he was the h0t. Jealous middle aged boyfriend responded to one of them. These girls send him gifts, money, letters etc.
Just remember that the next time a feminist talks about how no women wants an abusive man (even when you get one to admit it’s a thing, it’s *always* that well the women were mostly abused when younger so they aren’t responsible for their poor decisions or something).
These girls congregate on Tumblr of all places because why the fuck not.
“Starfleet is not a military organization”
LOL at a whopper that I just heard Picard try to pass off
“We just have ranks, warships, ground troops, fight wars, and enforce the rule of the Federation over those within our dominion.”
“Oh, and those who disobey orders are subject to court martial and imprisonment.”
“IT DOESN’T HURT!” is what I told my parents when they (rarely) spanked me as a yute. I’m sure they didn’t like that, but I’m also quite sure Dad, especially, was proud of it. Considering the timid boy my older brother was, they were relieved and thrilled when they found out I wouldn’t shut up at pre-school or wherever.
That’s a good sort of proud.
3Door- ODOT planners are car hating retards.
The sidewalk and the trip hazard corners are due to arm twisting settlement w/ Disability Rights Oregon (an extortionist outfit funded by government grants) over a bullshit interpretation of ADA
Bioswales are limiting storm water from entering wastewater and overflowing sewage before it’s treated
Bike lanes are 40 years of idiocy. Bikes, pedestrians, and increasingly meat crayons are considered “vulnerable road users” and rather than prohibit them from roads on that basis or increase the penalties when they knowingly put themselves at risk, it’s used to make insane and dangerous anti-car measures.
Also, decreasing highway speeds, adding roundabouts in unnecessary locations, and unstraightening roads. Good thing it never snows or gets icy in Central Oregon.
Saw the latest Idaho Falls surveillance video release. Lots of heroes that day that stepped up unasked at grave personal risk. And anti-Uvalde police response.
And conversely, I presume, nothing resembling freedom from liability. Well done, folks. Just checked out the recent Thai one:
Aug. 6: BANG KRUAI, Thailand, Aug 7 (Reuters) – A teenage Thai student killed at least five people and himself at a school outside Bangkok on Friday after fatally shooting his grandparents, police said, in the Southeast Asian nation’s worst mass killing in nearly four years.
Apparently, I am not a robot. Thanks, wurdpres.
It wanted me to select a language and sign into WP earlier. I’m now an admin, apparently. It gave me a few passwords but never the chance to use ’em.
Worstpress, amirite?
Little Hogg Nog is a blessing for Team Stupid, as Trump is doing his best to worse-than waste 2.0:
“Former Democratic National Committee Vice Chair David Hogg warned moderate Democrats on Thursday that they “don’t have the right values,” and need to fall in line with their voter base as the party sees a rise in socialist candidates.
Hogg made the sharp criticism after “The Source” host Kaitlan Collins asked the rising Democratic star what he would tell moderates concerned that progressive nominees could struggle against Republicans in general elections.
“The reason why the establishment of our party is being defeated over and over and over again is because they don’t have the right values that are aligned with, not the Democratic base, but the American people,” Hogg said. “Where people are sick and tired of listening to Democrats and tell them all the reasons why they can’t solve their problems.”
Yes, you can only push harder and with more power. Aim still on target with The Cause. Just harder. And more of it.
(Cultural victory: It looks like the trans-shit may have hit a big wall with Sophie Cunningham. Right here in Indy? (Sigh. Yes. She can dribble my balls whenever she pleases. Flagrantly.)
To be fair, the Hogg has a point in that establishment Dems have nothing to say beyond “I hate Donald”. Why just flirt with socialism the way Dems have for decades when you can go whole hogg communist like their young elitist base wants. Sure it will wreck the country but the point is power, not “solving their problems” 🙄.
Can’t find a single national news outlet that deigned to cover the Charlotte man (take a guess as to the race) who went around attacking white women while live streaming. Reddit has just one topic on it itself in the Charlotte subreddit and they spent a day deleting any attempt at discussing it. Saw several assholes laughably trying to blame Republicans for the revolving door they have with repeat offenders because the GOP sets the max prison terms and apparently prosecutorial discretion isn’t at all involved here. One guy outright said it’s a GOP plot to make the people who run Charlotte look soft on crime. Funny how it only happens in the city itself and not in all those red areas.
Local news reports describe it as a “random” attack. Guy is on video ranting about white people and Trump and clearly only targeting white women. Knocked one girl out and continued hitting her on the ground.
And in Charlotte yet again.
Guy so far hasn’t been charged with a hate crime. Shocking stuff, I know. I think a black man could explicitly say as he’s attacking a white person this is a hate crime and I’m doing this because you are a white cracker devil and they’d refuse to hit them with the specialist of special criminal charges.
Good morning all,
Glad that all the quietitude from yesterday is over and the Glibs landed upright. Looks like we’re entering a new weather pattern, cooler and 70s temps. Sunny and dry, a prelude to fall.
Bees have been busy, we’ll take a looksie today and pull the full frames. HH in a few weeks.
Still muggy here.
A bit close here at Tranq Base after last night’s on-and-off thunderstorms, but sunny! Or at least it will be when the sun rises a little higher.
The Ceuta kerfuffle wasn’t about Spain’s immigration policy or Morocco trying to exert political pressure on Spain. No; it shows how social media needs to be more regulated.
I was reading that, yes, the Red Cross (and I believe Spain) are providing aid to the “migrant” invaders to alleviate the “humanitarian crisis” created by the *checks notes* migrant invaders.
And that Spain has started bringing some of them across the Mediterranean to Spain proper.
Incentives, how the fuck do they work?
You get more of what you subsidize; you get less of what you hang by the neck until dead.
“Monitoring must increase, cooperation with fact-checkers to be strengthened”
lol Fuck off commie
WHAT DID YOU PEOPLE DO?
Mornin’ everybody!
🙉🌤️☕️
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Z1k8thLiNE
🎶🎶
Good morning, Sean, RCD, Ted’S., and 4(20)!
Mornin’
The Dashboard says Morning Links “missed schedule.” I don’t suppose there’s anyone lurking who can correct that? 😕
suh’ fam
whats goody yo
https://www.yahoo.com/news/politics/articles/murkowski-opposes-blanche-nomination-putting-112318523.html
Blanche is in.
https://www.fox35orlando.com/news/child-driving-car-strikes-woman-walking-dog-oakland
Ban children!
OMWC has a sad.