Monday, 11th January, 2016
If there was one thing James had learned during his time as a privateer, it was how to keep secrets. He found he was very good at it actually, though some secrets were harder to keep than others. He'd been keeping a few secrets from Ashlyn, not because he didn't trust her or because there was anything about his life he didn't want her to know, but because he had a few surprises up his sleeve for her. He'd already dropped a few hints regarding this latest of secrets and had decided it was time to show her what he had put into motion before she set sail in another week or so. And so, here they were, driving north toward the coast with her behind the wheel and him giving her directions. He'd been here several times before, always having come by sea, rather than by land, but today called for a different perspective.
With his mother's ring shining on her finger, declaring her to all the world as belonging to him, Ashlyn was happy enough to play along with his secrecy, enjoying the escape from the tedium of preparations for the voyage that wasn't so very far away now. She glanced over at James as they drew away from the looming grayness of the city and into the rolling green and white of the snowy coastal hills, curious and smiling. "You're not lost, are you?" she teased him affectionately.
"Were we at sea, I'd be insulted, but since we are not ..." he started, as he took in their surroundings with a worried frown that thankfully didn't last long. "'T'would be easier to find on horseback," he complained mildly, but that would have taken far too long. He didn't normally complain about modern contraptions, which seemed to make life easier, for the most part, but every now and then, he felt like a relic. "Ah, turn here," he instructed, pointing to a worn out path of gravel that served as a road, leading toward the coastline.
"We'll have to go riding sometime, then," she told him with a flicker of a grin, her hands sure on the steering wheel as she followed his instructions. She couldn't remember ever having seen any houses out here, but then, she'd promised not to make any more guesses about his surprise, so she was keeping that to herself. The car bumped along the gravel road, wending its way along a curve that seemed to settle between two of the rolling hills they had been passing by. "Have to say, though, I'm glad we brought the car this time," she admitted. "It's a bit too cold for riding today."
She had suggested teaching him to drive, but he had yet to take her up on the offer, a little suspicious of vehicles that moved without the help of a horse. He was, admittedly, far less suspicious and more appreciative of indoor plumbing. "Bah, where's your sense of adventure" You've let modern conveniences spoil you!" he teased in return, though he was admittedly fond of at least some of those conveniences. "Stop just ahead, where the road ends, lass," he instructed, gesturing toward the spot with a wave of his hand. "We'll walk the rest of the way from there."
"You like me soft and spoiled," she countered laughingly. "If you could see what I'm like out in the field, you'd change your tune about the spoiled bit, though." Obediently, she drew the car in and to a halt, throwing it into park and killing the engine. "Is it a long walk?" she asked curiously, pulling her hat out of her pocket in anticipation of a chilly breeze once they got out of the car.
He had to hold himself back from replying to that for a moment before he spilled the beans about one of his hard-kept secrets. "Perhaps I will someday," he admitted, saying nothing more on the subject. "Nae, 'tis not far," he replied, struggling with the door handle a moment with a muttered, "Bloody door," before he finally got it open.
She bit her lips to keep from laughing as he struggled with the door, having learned not to offer her help unless it looked like he was going to destroy it in frustration. With James safely out of the car, she slipped out onto the snow-covered grass herself, tucking her hat onto her head as she shivered in the blast of cold air. One hand locked the car securely with the push of a button as she wandered around the hood to meet him. "Which way, oh captain, my captain?"
Had he known what she was doing, he probably would have asked why she was locking the car since there was no one around for miles. He arched a dark brow at her as she met up with him. "Are you poking fun at me, love?" he asked, suspiciously.
"Aren't I always, sweetheart?" she asked him in return, her smile bright and fond as she rose onto her toes to brush the tip of her nose to his. "If I had balls, they would be freezing off, you know."
"If you did, we wouldn't be affianced," he replied, with a smirk as she touched her nose to his. He offered an arm, not forgetting why they were there and hoping to get her back into the comfort and warmth of her horseless carriage before she froze. "Come, there's something I want to show you."
"You should keep those in your pants," she told him, daring him to misunderstand that. "Mine already dropped off, we need yours for all those kiddies we're gonna have." She laughed, wrapping her arm through his.
He furrowed his brows at her, a familiar look of confusion on his face. "What the devil are you prattling on about' You aren't one of those ....er ..." He trailed off, having heard of men who'd become women and vice versa, though he was 99.9% sure she wasn't one of them.
"Oh, James!" Cackling with laughter, Ash leaned against him as they walked, shaking her head. "I think, if I was, you'd have found that out by now, don't you? I promise, I'm just teasing you."
"Anything is possible in a world where there are horseless carriages and indoor plumbing," he admitted, wondering if he'd ever get used to it. Even this ship of hers would take some getting used to with all its dials and gadgets. The bloody thing didn't even have sails, but like her automobile, used an engine to traverse the seas. Personally, James thought it took all the fun out of sailing, but he'd kept those thoughts to himself.
Her brow rose as she looked up at him. "Are you saying you think I used to be a man now?" she asked in amusement. He never ceased to surprise her - some of her teasing he took easily, some of it he took seriously. He was gloriously unpredictable.
"Nae, of course not!" he replied, looking indignant for a moment. "You weren't, were you?" he added, having a little trouble hiding the teasing smirk from his face. He didn't believe that for a second, but it was too much fun letting her think that he did.
"No! I -" She stared at him for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she caught the smirk on his face. "Oh, you ..." Words failed her, but the thump she gave his midriff was certainly robust enough to express herself even as she giggled, rolling her eyes at him. "You're worse than Dom."
A few weeks ago, that thump might have doubled him over, but the bruises he'd suffered at the hand of thugs were healed by now, if not the bruises to his ego. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he teased back as he led her by the arm down a faint path toward the sea.
"Oh, don't," she snorted cheerfully. "You're the best part of my life, and you know it, Captain Smug." Whatever else she might have said was whisked away as the path opened out to reveal the windswept beauty of the coastline before them. A rugged vista of bare granite rock and snow-covered grass, sometimes meeting the sea at a sharp cliff face, and elsewhere the gentle incline of sandy dunes. It was blissfully isolated, yet obviously not so very isolated that they could not get to it. The bay was rounded, protected from the worst of the stormy winds by the cliffs that encircled the wide space it held. And it simply took Ash's breath away. "Oh, my ....god ..."
If there was one thing James had learned during his time as a privateer, it was how to keep secrets. He found he was very good at it actually, though some secrets were harder to keep than others. He'd been keeping a few secrets from Ashlyn, not because he didn't trust her or because there was anything about his life he didn't want her to know, but because he had a few surprises up his sleeve for her. He'd already dropped a few hints regarding this latest of secrets and had decided it was time to show her what he had put into motion before she set sail in another week or so. And so, here they were, driving north toward the coast with her behind the wheel and him giving her directions. He'd been here several times before, always having come by sea, rather than by land, but today called for a different perspective.
With his mother's ring shining on her finger, declaring her to all the world as belonging to him, Ashlyn was happy enough to play along with his secrecy, enjoying the escape from the tedium of preparations for the voyage that wasn't so very far away now. She glanced over at James as they drew away from the looming grayness of the city and into the rolling green and white of the snowy coastal hills, curious and smiling. "You're not lost, are you?" she teased him affectionately.
"Were we at sea, I'd be insulted, but since we are not ..." he started, as he took in their surroundings with a worried frown that thankfully didn't last long. "'T'would be easier to find on horseback," he complained mildly, but that would have taken far too long. He didn't normally complain about modern contraptions, which seemed to make life easier, for the most part, but every now and then, he felt like a relic. "Ah, turn here," he instructed, pointing to a worn out path of gravel that served as a road, leading toward the coastline.
"We'll have to go riding sometime, then," she told him with a flicker of a grin, her hands sure on the steering wheel as she followed his instructions. She couldn't remember ever having seen any houses out here, but then, she'd promised not to make any more guesses about his surprise, so she was keeping that to herself. The car bumped along the gravel road, wending its way along a curve that seemed to settle between two of the rolling hills they had been passing by. "Have to say, though, I'm glad we brought the car this time," she admitted. "It's a bit too cold for riding today."
She had suggested teaching him to drive, but he had yet to take her up on the offer, a little suspicious of vehicles that moved without the help of a horse. He was, admittedly, far less suspicious and more appreciative of indoor plumbing. "Bah, where's your sense of adventure" You've let modern conveniences spoil you!" he teased in return, though he was admittedly fond of at least some of those conveniences. "Stop just ahead, where the road ends, lass," he instructed, gesturing toward the spot with a wave of his hand. "We'll walk the rest of the way from there."
"You like me soft and spoiled," she countered laughingly. "If you could see what I'm like out in the field, you'd change your tune about the spoiled bit, though." Obediently, she drew the car in and to a halt, throwing it into park and killing the engine. "Is it a long walk?" she asked curiously, pulling her hat out of her pocket in anticipation of a chilly breeze once they got out of the car.
He had to hold himself back from replying to that for a moment before he spilled the beans about one of his hard-kept secrets. "Perhaps I will someday," he admitted, saying nothing more on the subject. "Nae, 'tis not far," he replied, struggling with the door handle a moment with a muttered, "Bloody door," before he finally got it open.
She bit her lips to keep from laughing as he struggled with the door, having learned not to offer her help unless it looked like he was going to destroy it in frustration. With James safely out of the car, she slipped out onto the snow-covered grass herself, tucking her hat onto her head as she shivered in the blast of cold air. One hand locked the car securely with the push of a button as she wandered around the hood to meet him. "Which way, oh captain, my captain?"
Had he known what she was doing, he probably would have asked why she was locking the car since there was no one around for miles. He arched a dark brow at her as she met up with him. "Are you poking fun at me, love?" he asked, suspiciously.
"Aren't I always, sweetheart?" she asked him in return, her smile bright and fond as she rose onto her toes to brush the tip of her nose to his. "If I had balls, they would be freezing off, you know."
"If you did, we wouldn't be affianced," he replied, with a smirk as she touched her nose to his. He offered an arm, not forgetting why they were there and hoping to get her back into the comfort and warmth of her horseless carriage before she froze. "Come, there's something I want to show you."
"You should keep those in your pants," she told him, daring him to misunderstand that. "Mine already dropped off, we need yours for all those kiddies we're gonna have." She laughed, wrapping her arm through his.
He furrowed his brows at her, a familiar look of confusion on his face. "What the devil are you prattling on about' You aren't one of those ....er ..." He trailed off, having heard of men who'd become women and vice versa, though he was 99.9% sure she wasn't one of them.
"Oh, James!" Cackling with laughter, Ash leaned against him as they walked, shaking her head. "I think, if I was, you'd have found that out by now, don't you? I promise, I'm just teasing you."
"Anything is possible in a world where there are horseless carriages and indoor plumbing," he admitted, wondering if he'd ever get used to it. Even this ship of hers would take some getting used to with all its dials and gadgets. The bloody thing didn't even have sails, but like her automobile, used an engine to traverse the seas. Personally, James thought it took all the fun out of sailing, but he'd kept those thoughts to himself.
Her brow rose as she looked up at him. "Are you saying you think I used to be a man now?" she asked in amusement. He never ceased to surprise her - some of her teasing he took easily, some of it he took seriously. He was gloriously unpredictable.
"Nae, of course not!" he replied, looking indignant for a moment. "You weren't, were you?" he added, having a little trouble hiding the teasing smirk from his face. He didn't believe that for a second, but it was too much fun letting her think that he did.
"No! I -" She stared at him for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she caught the smirk on his face. "Oh, you ..." Words failed her, but the thump she gave his midriff was certainly robust enough to express herself even as she giggled, rolling her eyes at him. "You're worse than Dom."
A few weeks ago, that thump might have doubled him over, but the bruises he'd suffered at the hand of thugs were healed by now, if not the bruises to his ego. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he teased back as he led her by the arm down a faint path toward the sea.
"Oh, don't," she snorted cheerfully. "You're the best part of my life, and you know it, Captain Smug." Whatever else she might have said was whisked away as the path opened out to reveal the windswept beauty of the coastline before them. A rugged vista of bare granite rock and snow-covered grass, sometimes meeting the sea at a sharp cliff face, and elsewhere the gentle incline of sandy dunes. It was blissfully isolated, yet obviously not so very isolated that they could not get to it. The bay was rounded, protected from the worst of the stormy winds by the cliffs that encircled the wide space it held. And it simply took Ash's breath away. "Oh, my ....god ..."