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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 6630371" data-attributes="member: 20323">The WinchelseaThe sun works hard and plays hard in the Caribbean, they say, as it always rises early and sinks late, even in the so-called rain reason. Polly (Prydwen) rolls over to kiss Barrington on the nape of his neck as he sits on the side of the bed flexing his shooting hand from last night. “Mmm. I’ll be seeing you again, won’t I, James? I know you’ll breeze thru like you men of the sea do, but I’d be keen… She pecks a kiss on his cheek. “…to see you…” Another kiss. “…again.” After a moment she releases him to get ready for his early meeting with Captain Read Wallace of the Winchelsea. Polly gets ready more slowly. If she noticed Barrington’s absence at all last night, she says nothing. After all, he saved her during a shootout and it was clear she enjoyed last night thoroughly. With a parting kiss telling him to come by Blackreef’s tavern to visit her, Barrington heads toward the docks.Nassau is just waking up, with carts filled with trade goods making their way to the docks, those ships which had to weather out the storm eager to get underway now that the storm was dissipating. A light fog clings to the docks and while there is no more thunder and lightning, there were signs of heavy winds and rain offshore.The Winchelsea is a fine brig indeed, and various deckhands are scurrying to get ready to sail. By the looks of the rigging and sails, they’re still a day away from getting underway, yet they hurry as if the fires of Hell were under their feet.Barrington finds Mr. Kells, the hard-jawed navy blue cap-wearing quartermaster, sitting on a crate sucking his lips after taking a quick swing of something in a silver flask. Mr. Kells nods to Barrington, but his eyes are fixed on a moaning sailor being untied from the whipping post, the man’s back a bloody tangle of lashes. It’s clear something weighs on Mr. Kells’ mind, but he seems to banish the thought and simply nods to the man being carried away to be tended. “A matter of discipline, that’s all. Morning Mr. Barrington. Ready to meet the Captain?” He motions for Barrington to walk with him up the ramp leading onto the ship. Already Barrington can see a man clad in black and navy blue standing at the fo’c’s’le gazing dispassionately at the whipping scene and at Barrington. That must be the privateer Captain Wallace.[OOC] Everyone else, don't miss my new post just prior to this one on the previous page![/OOC]</blockquote>

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