[center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][color=2956b2]March 24th, 1823[/color][/b][/h1]
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	[color=2956b2][b][i]House Kirkpatrick:[/i][/b][/color] Last round for this fight - will continue once the end of the battle is posted. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Annan:[/i][/b][/color]  Rutherford looks out the window and nods. "That is does," he said before tapping the roof of the carriage. 

	"Now what?" Egerton asked as his eyes narrowed. 

	"I want to check this out, especially after the attacks in London and your home," Rutherford said curtly. Millicent looked over nervously to glance out the window as their carriage slowed and turned to follow the tracks back from where they came from. 

	"I thought you want to get married," Egerton said but Millicent kept quiet. Perhaps a delay wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. 

	"If there are Soulless then it can wait," Rutherford growled before looking over at William. "Good eye man," he added as he reached down and adjusted the leg of his pants. Millicent looked a bit confused but griped tightly to her riticule as she sat there. A delay would be fine but after what happened at Almack's she didn't want to deal with another attack. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Bristol Ship:[/i][/b][/color]  Time to wake, time to rise from slumber, though dark dawn is near, at least in the mind. Clearing cob webs. In other words. Ludwig is finally waking up and looking around. Wiping the drool from his mouth he stood up and looked around. 

	People, so many and blood. A fight? Lost to the masses or to the mast. Whichever but a capped captain and a capped first mate looked through the looking glass. [color=fdc68a]"How far down the rabbit hole did we go?"[/color] he asked as he looked around. His knees dipping as he scurried, weaving to the captain. Take the glass, took the glass. Spying, spy through the glass. See what they see and what they do not. Stopping he lowered the glass and a broad smile crossed his lips. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Argh matey's it look to be La Canela! If I's be right, that be Captain Montoya's vessel!"[/color] he exclaimed as he thrust the spy glass back to the captain and started smoothing his hair. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] The man looked over at Colette and then to the captain. "A ship it seems but there shouldn't be any this far out in the waters right now, not in this weather," he said before stepping out of the way and waiting for the Captain to take the lead. One she had he offered his arm to Colette if she wanted it. 

	The captain was quick to move up to the main mast of the ship and look out. Her hand holding out as a spy glass was placed in her hand and she took a closer look. "Yes, smaller vessel. In tact but it looks like the mast is damaged. Turning heading and go to it, they might need help," Regalia said quickly and Jack nodded before rushing off to tell the 1st mate to follow that ship. 

	Hazel looked down and spotted the captain before turning and looking out over the water. "Fyror, hold there," she said as she started coming back to the crows nest and slipped into it. Resting her hands on the railing she took a closer look and cocked a brow. "What in bloody hell is a fishing vessel doing out this way?" she asked herself before looking over towards the tall man near her. Leaning over the edge of the crows nest she yelled down. "Captain! Flag?" she called out and Regalia shook her head. 

	"Not yet, just ready yourself in case," she said and Hazel nodded, checking herself for her dagger and keeping an eye out. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i][url=https://www.british-history.ac.uk/sites/default/files/publications/pubid-404/images/fig159.gif]Carlisle[/url]:[/i][/b][/color] Will be updated after Virginia's next post.