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    With Nothing of Note but the Old Captain's Coat - 11/16, evening, Crow's Nest - Tarran/Evangeline

    Tarran sat alone in front of his father's desk, his feet propped up on the old walnut piece. Behind the desk on the cold stone wall hung a portrait of the old Admiral Hutchinson, staring out over Tarran's head and toward the peaceful harbor that held what was the majority of King Lochlan's fleet. It had been almost a month since the young captain had bothered to sojourn out with the tide. Tarran missed it, if he was being honest, but being the Lord of Fort Chesbrook didn't really allow for too much time away from the hold. At least not as long as the island nation remained at peace.

    The heavy sea coat that Allen Hutchinson wore in the portrait was hanging in the corner, displayed for Tarran's approval and set to be worn at his wedding in less than a week. He had tried to argue against the garment, just on principle, but both his valet and the man in charge of the ceremony had agreed that it would be the most appropriate item in the old sea fort for the occasion.

    Tarran had been waiting on Evangeline for a few moments now. She wasn't late. He was early. But he had always been bad at occupying himself while inside. The man couldn't even rightly remember what she was coming to discuss. Flowers? Portraits? The wine selection? There were so many details, and even though they had paid for the finest servants in Balfour to prepare their nuptials, there was apparently some things that still required their personal attention. Tarran would let Evangeline have her way in whatever it was. It was a fine line between allowing her pleasure and seeming disinterested, and the man walked it carefully. It wasn't that he didn't care, or that he was lazy. It just seemed like the particulars of planning a wedding was something he just wasn't good at. He had never even dreamed of marrying. Allen had tried to push it on him while he was alive. The old man believed in heirs and inheritances, and all the like, even if Tarran had never been interested.

    There were countless things he would have asked his father, had he been around for the past year. The matter of his death was still something of a mystery to Tarran, but not one he had really had time to investigate. Perhaps he never would.


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    In less than a week, she was due to be married.

    It still hardly seemed real to Evangeline; not the marriage itself, for there were few things she was as sure of as the relationship she had with Tarran. But it felt like the wedding had snuck up on her, and catching up with things had kept her busy since the departure of the Dreadnaught a week ago. There just wasn't enough time to appraise every detail and decision that had been made, but that hardly appealed to Eva in any case. What was the point of hiring talented people to handle these things if she was just going to second guess them?

    There were a few things she put her hand to, though, and she carried with her a few bits of paper as she made her way to Tarran. Thankfully all of the vital decisions had been made ages ago, so this was mostly confirming and tweaking, but there were a few things that needed direct input. If she was honest, though, Eva wouldn't be too troubled if they didn't get around to addressing everything. The wedding already had enough momentum behind it that only a catastrophe could stop it from happening, and as far as Eva was concerned as long as the day ended with her married to her love, everything else was just an added bonus.

    Arriving at the lord's office, Evangeline slipped in without announcing herself and crossed to Tarran. She had half expected him to be standing at the window looking out at the harbor, but here he was in front of the desk, sitting as though having a conversation with the portrait of his father. Stepping behind him, she bent and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing the side of his face. "Been waiting long?"

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    Tarran's hand came up to touch the woman's arm lightly as he leaned his cheek into her kiss. "Just my whole life," he said with a warm smile. Hutchinson had never really imagined being married. He hadn't ever thought he'd find a woman who could tolerate him, let alone love him and make him happy. Being 'married to the sea' was something that sailors who wanted to wench and drink their whole lives said, but for him it was almost a certainty until Evangeline came along.

    Raising a hand to point at the old portrait on the wall, Tarran shrugged. "Old man's been keeping me company though. Funny how quiet he gets when you walk into the room." The young captain had always been pretty good at imitating his father, and sometimes he would make the painting talk in his father's voice. Mostly it was contrary to what Tarran was thinking, because he often missed the silly arguments that he used to have with his father. "Probably best for me, since he would probably take your side in any potential disagreement." Tapping his hand against her draped arms, Tarran lifted them from his neck and guided her around the chair and into his lap. "Now, what is the order of business?"

    Perhaps, if the questions were simple enough, and not too many details were to be discussed, they might sneak away from their responsibilities for a little while. He would have to poke and prod at Eva and measure her willingness, without managing to frustrate her by seeming uninterested in whatever it was she had come to talk about.


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    Perhaps one of the reasons Evangeline and Tarran worked so well together was that they came from similar roots. They both knew the graft of a hard day's work, they'd both risen in their chosen professions, and they both expected to have their jobs be their only constant companion. While Tarran had grown up expecting to be married to the sea, Evangeline had never seen herself settled down and married either. She had lived a life dedicated to the service of others, where she always had a home to return to but was rarely there. Now the future of her work was unsure, but what she was getting in exchange was more than worth it.

    Looking up at the portrait of the previous Lord Hutchinson, Evangeline smiled. His death was a tragedy that still reverberated through their lives, but he had left his mark on this house and the people who had lived and worked with him, and often it was like he was still there in a way. "Smart man," she added with a chuckle as she slid around the chair and settled in against him.

    "Let's see. The head cook has sent up a copy of the menu for us to sign off on," she began, producing the document in question for his perusal. "A little risky, I think, putting off the confirmation this late...what if we'd wanted to change anything?" She waited while his eyes traversed the paper, and then leaned in and pointed at a particular section. "That is what I'm most excited about. The rest of it sounds good, but oh, that cake!"

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    Hutchinson had always had an issue with intimacy. He had never been close to his family, and very much disliked having his personal space invaded. He had always chosen the least crowded table on the ship. Had walked the halls at hours when traffic would be light. Had learned to turn on his heel in a manner that threatened and prompted men to stand away as he moved. So the fact that he found himself not only inviting the woman into his lap, but also embracing her as she joined him, would seem odd to not only himself, but almost anyone who knew him.

    "He always thought so," Tarran confirmed with a smile. He picked up the document and read it over closely. Which was to say, that it wasn't very long, and didn't require any amount of real focus to take in. "There's no fish," he said, a soft approval in his tone. "The men will be grateful for a change in the menu." He set the paper down, satisfied. He had never really been a finicky eater, and had no real opinion as long as Eva was happy with the meal.

    At the physician's words, the sailor gasped. Tarran snatched the paper back up and examined it again. "Cake? Oh no no no...that won't do at all. Who approved that," he asked, leaning over her lap and frantically searching for a pen. Once he had the quill in hand, he scratched out the bit about the cake and shook his head. "Cake...pfft." Placing the paper on her thigh, he carefully wrote upon it, making sure not to poke through the paper. "Mincemeat pie," he said in a long drawn out breath as he penned the words. "There," he said, blowing on the page and handing it back to her.

    The look on his face made it clear that he was teasing her, even as he struggled to keep from smiling. "Now...what about the wine?"


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    "You are a monster," Evangeline said, her tone meant to be grave but filled with laughter instead. She had half a mind to tell the cooks to make Tarran a small mincemeat pie to be brought out to him instead of cake on the day. Perhaps she'd even see if they could cut something into the top crust...their initials, or his house crest, or something of the like. It was something to think about, and at the very least an idea to tuck away for later.

    Leaning forward, she set the adulterated menu aside and picked up another slip of paper. "I have to say, they were a little smug about this," she said, handing the wine list over to him. "The cellar master seemed sure you'd find nothing you'd want to change." Potentially just saying that would mean Tarran would have to find something to add or change on principle alone, but all things considered she was happy either way. She had never taken the time to learn much about wine, and although she knew there were nuances and complexities aplenty, she'd been paid in whatever brew or wine was local that she'd developed a taste for pretty much anything. There was very little she found unpalatable, and less still that couldn't be made better with a simple addition or two. Mostly, when she was in noble company she left the wine selection to those more knowledgeable than she, and it almost always worked out well.

    "I think there's only one more thing after this." She seemed finished for now, content to let him pass judgement on the list in front of him, but a moment later remembered something and went on. "Oh! My father said something about 'bringing a barrel of something good', too, but I haven't been able to get him to elaborate any more than that. I'm not sure if it's for the party, or a wedding present, or even what sort of thing it is...anything, really. It's hard to know what to expect with him." Her father wasn't the most predictable person ever, and while he wasn't quite as eccentric as her mother, he couldn't really be accused of being entirely normal, either. She didn't mind, though; in most things her dad had pretty good taste.

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    "A monster!" Tarran exclaimed his hurt with a false sensitivity, even as he pretended to sputter. When he stopped his show, he narrowed his eyes at the woman in his lap. "Perhaps I am a monster," he said with a sudden sinister hiss. "A sea monster, with tentacles, that likes trap his victims and squeeze them into submission," he said, the latter half of the statement becoming slightly high pitched as his hands reached out to poke and prod at her ribs and bottom.

    As his arms encircled her, he pressed his face to her neck and kissed it over and over like an annoyed rooster who pecked at the same spot on the ground but never seemed to come up with what he was looking for. Squeezing her lightly, Tarran lifted his bride onto his father's desk and set her down so that he legs dangled over the side. As he snatched the paper with the list of vintages from her hand, he held it up over her shoulder, even as he kept his focus on his tickling assault of Evangeline. "This'll do," he said, obviously not even taking the shortest of moments to peruse it.

    His ability, or desire, to follow the conversation was long into the waning period when Eva brought up her father. At first, he couldn't tell if she was trying to give him a cold bath, or if she was just being practical about wrapping up all the loose ends. In either event, the sailor finally paused and sighed, rolling his forehead back and forth on her shoulder as he listened. "I'm pretty sure that only beer and fish come in barrels, and I'm pretty sure that a sane man would only call one of the two 'good'. We shall hope for the best," he said before nipping at the side of her chin playfully with his teeth. "We haven't settled on the sheets for our wedding night yet," he whispered thoughtfully. "Perhaps we should go investigate some of the options available to us."

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    Evangeline's laughter was punctuated with squeals and giggles as she found herself fending off a barrage of pokes, pinches, and kisses. She squirmed within Tarran's grasp, pushing at him without much conviction and laughing so much she could hardly talk, except to sometimes squeek out his name or a plea that he stop. When finally he turned his attention to the wine list she hoped for an opportunity to catch her breath, but no such reprieve came. She'd hardly expected him to be enthusiastic about the mundane task of confirming everything for the wedding, but his attention had been even more short-lived than she could have predicted, and she had to laugh at how quickly his patience for the task fled.

    Chuckling and shaking her head at his dismissal of her father's potential gift, she didn't bother bringing attention to her interchangeable useage of the words 'barrel' and 'keg', both being wooden structures of similar shape used to store things, generally liquids. Even if he hadn't moved on to distracting her with whispers of other ways they could be spending their time, she knew when to take what victories she'd achieved and make a tactical retreat from the task at hand.

    Draping one arm over his shoulder and running the other hand through the curls at the back of his head, Eva had a content smile on her face when she pulled back enough so she could see his face clearly. "Of course that would be the detail you're enthusiastic about sorting out," she teased, nothing in her demeanor implying that it was out of the question. "But I have one more thing on my list, before I'll allow us to become too distracted." She paused, but only for a moment lest he test her resolve. "Where are we going for our honeymoon?" While she did have something in mind, she didn't ask the question as if it were loaded, and she was genuinely curious what his answer would be.

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    Once her arm was draped over his shoulder, Tarran had her in the air in a flash, scooping her off the desk and making his way toward the door. "One should not criticize a man's predictability. The last thing any woman wants is a husband who is overcompensating in his attempts to be spontaneous. I might do something terrible, like purchase exotic talking birds or decorate your bridal suite in plaid," he teased, even as he pirouetted and swung Eva about the room as he made his way toward the exit.

    Her final question made his eyes alight with mirth as he kissed her on the cheek. "I thought we were going to the same place we are headed now," he told her with a laugh that let her know that while his answer was likely true, that it was not the sum and total of his plans. Evangeline had a plan already. Tarran could sense that about her. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach he hoped that it wasn't anywhere in Tuneric. If Tarran never had another adventure there, he would be quite content.

    Of course, there was also the matter of the fact that he didn't have a plan. Which made it quite easy to take her anywhere she would have liked, but also made it clear that he wasn't really prepared to have an answer of his own. "Dyle Island, maybe," he said with a shrug, as he moved sideways through the doorway with her still in his arms and turned toward the stairs. "Maybe the southern coast of Gran Royale," he added, knowing full well that the island was almost unreachable with the coral reef that surrounded it. It could be done, but not with the skeleton crew he had planned on taking for his honeymoon.

    Each step that brought them closer to the rooms upstairs improved his spirits, and the bounce in his step jostled the woman in his arms intentionally, forcing her to wrap her arm more tightly around him to stop from bouncing. "But you have something else in mind, I think. Out with it, love. You shall have whatever you desire."


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    The sight of the lord carrying his bride-to-be through the castle might've been an odd one in some places, but while it might draw an exasperated sigh from some members of staff here, mostly it wasn't very noteworthy. The pair weren't exactly conventional, after all, and try as they might to encourage their lord to act more within the realm of 'normal', it was usually a losing battle.

    Evangeline felt safe in Tarran's arms, and only shifted a little initially as he swung her up and bustled her out the door. "Talking birds would annoy you much faster than they would me, I think," she said with a laugh, not even dignifying the plaid threat with a comment. She didn't think it was something he'd actually go through with, but she couldn't risk it.

    As they bounced up the stairs Eva turned her torso to press more firmly against his, her arms tightening around his shoulders. She waited until they were at the landing to answer him, not wanting to hear the bounce reflected in her voice. In truth she didn't have any place specific in mind; only a few requirements. "I'll already have what I desire," she paused long enough to nuzzle her nose in behind his ear, lightly kissing the soft skin there, "but what I want is to be able to enjoy it in seclusion." That might've been a forgone conclusion, but Evangeline knew that if it could, work had a way of her almost anywhere. "It seems like all we've been doing for so long is serving other people. I want you all to myself, and I want to be as unreachable to the outside world as possible."

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    "Talking birds would annoy me faster than you I think," he said, agreeing with the beautifully helpless doctor who was being carried along on his whims. "I simply cannot abide conversations with creatures more intelligent than myself. Which is why I have you," he added, with an expression of shock on his face that implied that he couldn't believe he had said such a thing, even though he had clearly meant to get a rise out of her.

    The idea of a honeymoon in seclusion seemed like the perfect idea to Tarran, who wouldn't mind a few weeks where he didn't have to draw steel to rescue anyone or get stuck delivering medicine to people who were so sick that he feared for Eva's well-being, even if it was part of her job. They could find a nice little island somewhere off the coast, with white sands and clear waters and tropical fruit trees. He could leave the crew aboard the Righteous Wind and just row the two of them and the few belongings they would pack ashore. There was an old abandoned naval settlement on the southern archipelago of Lassiter that would still have functional shelters, though there would be no luxurious amenities. Or they could just take one of the larger schooners that would not require a crew at all, and they could just drift on the tide for a few days, sunning themselves and swimming off the side at night. If they found time to leave the cabin.

    When Tarran reached the door, he kicked it with the flat of his foot, only to have it not budge. He turned a little, bending his knee and trying to angle his hand toward the knob with no success. Spinning so that his back was to it, he tried to rotate the mechanism with his elbow, but his shirt allowed him no purchase on the shiny metal. "Uhhh," he finally said, looking at Eva helplessly. "Can you," he asked, his voice trailing off as he turned again so that she could reach the knob and open the door.


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    Evangeline's face mirrored Tarran's surprised shock, only with an added look of indignation. She swatted his chest, sure she could get her feet under her quick enough if he decided to drop her, and turned her head away from him as if she couldn't bear to look at him. Nevermind that he would be able to feel her laughing, despite how quiet she was trying to keep it.

    It was strange to think that, once they returned from their honeymoon, she would be the lady of a noble house. It was a job she'd never prepared for, never anticipated having; truth be told, she hadn't even really pictured getting married. And yet here she was, a week away from becoming a wife. It was a strange world, that led to her being here in her life, but Evangeline wouldn't have changed it - much, at least. She'd thought a lot about her changing roles lately, and wondered if perhaps she shouldn't give up her study of medicine entirely. Would she have time to do everything well, with all her added responsibilities? But in the end she'd decided that, even if she'd wanted to give it up, she wouldn't be able to, any more than Tarran could give up the sea. Of course she'd need to scale back, do more studying and less traveling, but she had faith that she'd find the balance that worked best in time.

    As they arrived at the door to their room, Evangeline tightened her grip on Tarran's shoulder slightly, bracing for when he kicked the door - only to have it not open. A bemused smirk grew on her lips at every failed try, every spin, every flailing attempt. When he asked for help, she hesitated, raising her eyebrows in a look of, "What, that's it?", before reaching out and turning the knob, pushing the door open with an easy motion. "Good thing I'm useful for more than just conversation."

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