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| Topic Started: 20 Dec 2009, 11:12 PM (1,439 Views) | |
| sheshells | 20 Dec 2009, 11:12 PM Post #1 |
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The woman spied a group of men walking her way, seamen and marines by the look of their clothing. She shifted the borrowed bundle under her arm. Some of the older and larger fellows looked like a bit much, but the younger ones - they seemed promising. "Go on, Tosh! Start crying, my dear!" On command, her son pretended to trip, falling to the ground and immediately bursting into tears as he looked at his knee. "Oh my poor darling!" the woman shrieked. "You done hurt yersel', poor thing! Can'ee walk? You, good sir," she cried, addressing a young marine who was by now close by. "Hold my baby! Me son's hurt!" She shoved the baby into his arms and deftly removed his purse in the same motion. She saw with approval that her son was likewise able to lift something from the kind-hearted seaman who helped him to his feet. "Come on, dear, we'll just pop into the tavern here and get that washed up. We'll be right back," she assured the young marine, leaving him with the baby and making her escape. |
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| Tom Oxley | 20 Dec 2009, 11:23 PM Post #2 |
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"Wha-!" It was pure reflex that prevented the bundle from tumbling to the ground. He tightened his grip a little and was startled by a wail as he noticed the woman and her son disappearing into the nearest tavern. "Hey! Missus! You done fergot summat!" There was no answer and he looked around. "What the hell do I do with this here?!" he said, looking panicked as it continued wailing. |
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| Terence Whyte | 20 Dec 2009, 11:27 PM Post #3 |
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"Consider it payed for." Whyte glanced at the curious bundle of crying and tears and took a step back, making the best scowl. "And keep it from me side of the deck n' as far from me hammock as you can, boy's it loud!" He didn't feel obliged to elaborate on his supposition of a sale, and rather tapped his pocket with his forefinger and then ran a hand through his hair. It was still hot, as bloody always! |
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| sheshells | 20 Dec 2009, 11:28 PM Post #4 |
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The baby's wailing lasted only a brief moment. As soon as it heard Oxley's speech, it stared up at him with a look of interest.
Edited by sheshells, 20 Dec 2009, 11:29 PM.
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| Tom Oxley | 20 Dec 2009, 11:34 PM Post #5 |
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"Oh, no you don't," Oxley said, a look of horror coming onto his face. "Don't even think it, kid. I ain't lookin' after you." He headed for the door of the tavern that the woman had gone into. "Hey, Missus!" |
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| sheshells | 20 Dec 2009, 11:38 PM Post #6 |
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The tavern keeper gave him a surly look. "We ain't open till noon. Come back later!" |
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| Terence Whyte | 20 Dec 2009, 11:38 PM Post #7 |
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"Or.. you could do that." Whyte followed along, not because he had a great reason to be there, or would he have felt inclined to support his friend in his decision, but if anything, to sate his curiosity and see what would happen next. The child was nice and quiet now. He smirked at Tom and even went so far as to open the door for him with a curt bow. "Mus' be your baby, that'un. Tommy, lad. Dunno when you had the chance ter have it made though!" |
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| Tom Oxley | 20 Dec 2009, 11:41 PM Post #8 |
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"Oh, shurrup, Terry," he said irritably, before turning to the landlord. "Here, there's a woman come in here with a kid, an' she done fergot to take this'n with her!" |
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| Springfield | 20 Dec 2009, 11:43 PM Post #9 |
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"Oxley, get rid o' that thing!" snapped Springfield, coming up behind him, "Leave it under a table or some'at and let's get outa here." |
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| sheshells | 20 Dec 2009, 11:44 PM Post #10 |
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"Ain't no woman been in here," the tavern keeper answered, glaring at the baby. "Now git gone, alla youse." |
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| Terence Whyte | 20 Dec 2009, 11:46 PM Post #11 |
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"You can't leave a baby under the table! ..Somebody might trip ye know!" he shook his head at Springfield. "Maybe even a marine!" He placed both his hands at his hip, his expression that of glee and amusement, as he waited to see how Tom Oxley would get out of that little predicament. "You sure it ain't yours?.." |
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| Tom Oxley | 20 Dec 2009, 11:47 PM Post #12 |
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"Saw her come in here," Oxley said, and scowled at Whyte. "It's more'n likely yourn, Terry. Why don't you hold it?" He grinned and dumped the baby into Whyte's arms. |
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| sheshells | 20 Dec 2009, 11:47 PM Post #13 |
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 "She said she'd be right back," Sam Oxley said, smiling complacently at his brother. "Jist gotta wait, is all. Sides, I think that baby likes you." But no sooner had he finished speaking than the baby burst into wails of broken-hearted sorrow, being handed into the arms of Whyte. |
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| Terence Whyte | 20 Dec 2009, 11:50 PM Post #14 |
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"OY! It ain't mine, that' on's for sure!" With the baby in his arms, he barely managed not to drop it, and then stared at it rather bewildered, holding it much like a sack of potatoes. "What am I to do with it?! She gave it ter t' Oxley family. You!" He glanced from Tom to Sam and arched an eyebrow: "Or you,.. you can do too!.. Prolly's yours.. wot' you scamperin' around on land n' swoopin' from woman ter woman all like t' Tars are saying!" With the wail Whyte looked ready ter drop it down someone's shirt if it made it be quiet." Take it, take it, take it! N' Shut up, shut up you ball o' Wail!" Edited by Terence Whyte, 20 Dec 2009, 11:53 PM.
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| sheshells | 20 Dec 2009, 11:53 PM Post #15 |
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"What, me?" Sam gasped as the screaming infant was rolled into his arms. "I ain't never had no baby!" He stared at the noisy bundle for a moment before handing it off to Springfield. "Here, you take it! You're old enough to have had a few of yer own, right?" |
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| Tom Oxley | 20 Dec 2009, 11:53 PM Post #16 |
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"Well, give it to Sam then. He'm the older of us - so he oughta be the better at lookin' after kids!" Oxley retorted, folding his arms over his chest. "Or Springfield, that'd do the trick."
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| Royal Navy & Marines | 20 Dec 2009, 11:56 PM Post #17 |
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 "No, ya great idiots," Chicken Dyer said. "Yer s'posed to - bah! Give it here." |
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| Springfield | 21 Dec 2009, 12:02 AM Post #18 |
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"Wha-" Springfield had been about to set the baby down on a nearby table, when Dyer intervened. Bloody hell! They were never going to get rid of this thing. |
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| sheshells | 21 Dec 2009, 12:03 AM Post #19 |
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"I said gerroutta here!" the tavern keeper grumbled in a gentle roar. |
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| Tom Oxley | 21 Dec 2009, 12:03 AM Post #20 |
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"Could give it some rum?" Oxley said, ducking behind his brother in case anyone decided to try palming it off on him again. |
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| Terence Whyte | 21 Dec 2009, 12:03 AM Post #21 |
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"Give the baby to the Tar. Means its going ter be 'is business from now on!..Him and Springy..er..field's!" He grinned, glad that he was rid of the baby. If the crying was anything to go by, the baby would be a born.... sergeant or something along those lines! The image of a certain corporal and another sereant came to mind, in baby form. That was just so wrong. |
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| Royal Navy & Marines | 21 Dec 2009, 12:07 AM Post #22 |
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 "Oh piss off," Dyer snapped at the barman, as he took the wailing bundle away from Springfield. "Bloody daft marines..." The screaming baby quieted some, when Dyer cradled it in the crook of his elbow. "Ain't much different from stealin' chickens," he said with a grin. |
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| sheshells | 21 Dec 2009, 12:10 AM Post #23 |
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 Billy Barrow grinned at the baby in Chicken's arms. "You fair got a way witha baby, Chicken," he said, sounding impressed. "You gonna keep it?" Edited by sheshells, 21 Dec 2009, 12:12 AM.
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| Springfield | 21 Dec 2009, 12:13 AM Post #24 |
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"Dyer!" hissed Springfield, keeping his voice low to avoid incurring the stentorian wrath of the small bundle the seaman was holding, "What in hell are you doin'? You can't keep it!" |
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| sheshells | 21 Dec 2009, 12:16 AM Post #25 |
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The baby stared up at Springfield's crossbelt plate, its eyes dazzled by the shine. Still keeping hold of Dyer's thumb, it stretched out another hand and seized the shining brass plate, trying to draw it toward its mouth. |
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| Tom Oxley | 21 Dec 2009, 12:16 AM Post #26 |
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"An' why can't he? It'll be a proper son of a gun, he does," Oxley said from behind his brother. At least someone else had an idea of what to do with a baby. |
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| Royal Navy & Marines | 21 Dec 2009, 12:18 AM Post #27 |
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"Ain't gonna just leave it," Dyer countered. "It's just a chick, like." Grinning, he took a step toward Springfield so the baby could pry at the marine's crossbelt plate. |
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| sheshells | 21 Dec 2009, 12:19 AM Post #28 |
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"I were a foundling meself," Billy offered by way of proof. "And didn't have Dyer here for a da', but I turned out all right." Edited by sheshells, 21 Dec 2009, 12:20 AM.
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| Springfield | 21 Dec 2009, 12:25 AM Post #29 |
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"Oi! Let go o' that!" Springfield protested, prying the baby's fingers from the plate and backing away quickly. He swore as he noticed some spittle smeared on the polished metal and tried to wipe it clean with the cuff of his coat. "What're you goin' to do with it, then? A ship ain't no place for a baby." |
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| sheshells | 21 Dec 2009, 12:29 AM Post #30 |
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The baby wailed as its fingers were pried from the marine. "Oh, wha'd you go an' do that for?" Sam cried. "He weren't doin' no harm. Or she or whatever it is. Now you done made it cry again!"
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| Springfield | 21 Dec 2009, 12:42 AM Post #31 |
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"Shurrup!" snapped Springfield, "Dun' see you do nothin' to quiet it." He stared with consternation at the small, wailing mass, making sure to keep well out of reach. They had to find some way to get rid of it..."Oxley! No, the other one. Quit hidin' behind yer brother. You sure you seen that tart come runnin' in here? She couldn't've gone somewheres else?" |
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| Tom Oxley | 21 Dec 2009, 12:47 AM Post #32 |
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"I'm sure she come in here. Might've gone out the back, or buggered off upstairs or summat. And she had a kid with her, too - can't run so fast with a kid, neither." He shrugged and looked around. "Could try givin' it some rum?" he suggested, seeing a half-full bottle on a nearby table. |
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| sheshells | 21 Dec 2009, 12:56 AM Post #33 |
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"You'll hafta pay for that!" the tavern keeper piped up from behind his bar. "An' if yer gonna stay in here, gonna hafta pay fer the privilege too." |
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| Springfield | 21 Dec 2009, 01:05 AM Post #34 |
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"You want us outa here?" demanded Springfield, rounding on the tavern keeper, "Tell us where that woman and her runt's got to." |
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| sheshells | 21 Dec 2009, 01:09 AM Post #35 |
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The man backed up involuntarily at the approach of the marine, glad of the bar that separated them. "I ain't seen no woman nor runt! Though I can't blame 'em from runnin' away from youse," he added truculently. |
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