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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Two Carriages Passing:[/i][/b][/color] The mans instinct was right even if his words were not. The look that came over Millicent's features was one of clear reading that the man had pushed too far too fast. Rising as another corpse was tended to her hands moved hard against the folds of fabric that was her dress. [color=0072bc]"Those of the more fragile sex don't have the luxury of such things,"[/color] she said in a steely voice. Turning on her heels there was the feeling of a [i]"hmph!"[/i] in the air. Speed picked up by several fold, as if she was on a mission now to complete things as quickly as possible. It seemed to be the closest thing to running as she could muster right then. 

	Lady Kirkpatrick turned slightly and watched, seeing this woman storm about fields from corpse to corpse. Rutherford hadn't noticed yet, left a little flabbergasted by Maeve's words. Then he shrugged. "All knight's are simply cowards in a can," he said before moving passed her as the Lady Kirkpatrick looked over to them and then down to the father who was laying there lifeless. 

	[color=f7976a]"Be gentle with this one,"[/color] she said in a stern tone. 

	Rutherford nodded and went to position Calum in a way that would ease the transport of the body from one place to another. Thing was though, it didn't quite work that way. You see, the scene unfolded a bit like watching a wrecking ball take down a building. There was a chain, the rosary, and it founds it balls to swing, Rutherford. Together they swung as the feet became wrapped up in the beads and one could almost hear a whisper on the wind. Something along the lines of [i]"Oh fuddle".[/i] Rutherford seemed to soar over the body and into the ground hard, landing on his face. "Bloody hell," he muttered after spitting out a sizable piece of dirt and grass from his mouth. Rolling over he started yanking at the rosary that still hadn't let itself free from the man. 

	Millicent stood there, stunned by what she had just witnessed. There was a look of satisfaction on her features before she glanced around and the expression changed. One of begrudging concern. Hands full of her dress she hurried over to her fiance, though well slower than she could rightly run. [color=0072bc]"Are you alright?"[/color] she asked as she moved to help with the beads but was pushed away and landed on her read end, looking over at the man as she bit her bottom lip. 

	"I've got it!" he snapped as the Lady Kirkpatrick moved over to Millicent and gathered her and assisted the girl back to her feet. 

	[color=f7976a]"Hardly you bumbling buffoon."[/color]
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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Two Ships Passing:[/i][/b][/color] Thunk and thud. Regalia had half expected to turn around and spot the German but no, there on the deck laid out flat was Vlad. Her brow rose slowly as she looked at him just laying there. "You Russians have no sea legs," she said as she gave a slow shake of her head. "Marco..." she called out and the man ran over to her. 

	"Wáaj ba'ax carajo ka máan waye'" Marco said in a questioning voice as he motioned to the unconscious Russian at his feet. 

	There was a sigh from the captain before she started to speak again. "Táan in chúunsik in tuukul u le wíiniko' jach yaan narcolepsia. Chéen ka tu líiksaj ka tu ts'áaj ti' in Taas che'o' tuméen bejla'e', bey u jaajil ti' u yooko'ob."

	"[b]Ba'ax u Taas che'o'!"[/b] Marco said, looking rather surprised. 

	"Teene' tartamudeo." The captains voice seemed to be one of warning and it didn't take her having to repeat herself. Quickly Marco lifted the man and slung him over his shoulder as the Captain opened the door to her cabin. Moving aside she let Marco go into her quarters as she looked over at the rest of them. "Going to put him somewhere soft before he gets himself killed," she said before turning and entering her lodgings. 

	The door remained opened after she walked inside. That was for a short time before Marco came out and shut the door on his exit. He looked at the group and grinned a bit before scuttling back off towards the front of the ship and up to the wheel where Silvio was. The two seemed to be exchanging words with one another while up in the crows nest Hazel and Ludwig had crawled out and were repairing the rip in the sail. One would swear it was only by luck or gods grace that the German hadn't fallen as of yet.  

	[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] "Ha, crossroads indeed." His lips curled in and he rummaged around in the large pack slung like a purse over his shoulder. His head going further and further into the satchel until he finally stopped. "Ha! There it is," he exclaimed. First his head popped back out of it and then his hand followed the exit swiftly. Thrusting the item in his hand out to show what it was. It was... It was... It was... A fork. 

	As one hand held it, the other tinged each of the tines on it. "One, two, three," he counted before turning it around in his hand and held it by those very tines. "A roads lead back to one, if we only look behind us. And!" he continued as he turned it back around. "All have the same destination no matter the choice." There was a wink from the old man before shoving the fork in his mouth and grinning.  

	Then there was a pondering look that came over the man's features. "Hrm, marriage?" he said as if there was a thought in his mind as he started looking around. Taking a step here and a step there, back tracking and spinning around before looking north. "Hrm, yes, 2 hours walk, that way," he finally said and started walking. "You know, not every road leads to Rome. Some lead to Gretna Green," he said, looking as if he was speaking more to the sky than anything.