QAR: The Cove

[Queen Anne]

QAR: Welcome to The Cove:
Behind you is Queen Anne?s Revenge. If you look over your shoulder, you can see her towering beauty. There is deceptiveness to the distance between her and the shoreline. At times she feels like she is just steps away, and at other times she feels like she is a million miles away from you. You stand on the beach and feel the warm sand beneath your feet. A calm easy breeze ruffles your hair. Before you is the protected cove? the water is so clear and pure it makes you want to weep at the sheer beauty of it. If you look to the left, you see tiny tide pools filled with marine life just waiting to be explored; to the right is an area dotted with caves carved out by the ocean. The beach itself is the perfect place to spend a lazy afternoon. At night, the staff will light a bonfire for friendly gatherings and later, when no one is around and the stars shine their brightest, it becomes a haven for lovers and skinny-dippers? and midnight trysts.

Guidelines
The rules are a little different, for this can be both a public and a private place.
1. Treat this as public beach, but have fun.
2. For encounters that are more intimate, please find one of the many small sea caves along the beach. There are usually a few pieces of dried driftwood for small fires. Enjoy your more intimate beachside encounters within the confines of the caves. That way the open beach is free to those who wish to gather and mingle, have clambakes, go fishing, take walks, and watch the bonfire burn down to its final embers.
3. As with the QAR and her sister threads, you can be in only one place at a time.
4. Communicate? not only in words but also in the actions of your character. Try to avoid one-line posts. Share with each other what you are doing, seeing, and feeling.

~The staff of QAR~

The Queen Anne's Revenge
The Private Rooms and Bungalows
The Garden
The Library

 

[faith]

standing on the shore...

Iwatch the sun on the water. Looking around I listen to the quiet sounds. The peace of the ocean as it laps the shore. The sound of the birds...

Turning I look towards the inn and start to walk towards my new home....

 

[Swashbuckler]

The setting sun was kissing the waves with watery flames of purple, orange, and crimson. I splashed out of the skiff and waded ashore, my boots splitting the beautiful reflections from the waves as they sank into the soft sands beneath the waves. Striding ashore I adjusted the seabag on my shoulder and looked up at the Queen, the last blasts of sunlight blazing from her windows as I took a pull at the last of a bottle of rum. A half smile of loss and gain crossed my lips and I took my first steps across the sands towards the rise to the Queen. Following the sweet imprints of a pair of delicate feet upon the shores of the new land...

 

[Sienna]

In Search Of The Beach House.

I walked along the beach looking for the beach house that I had booked into for a few days. I got lost as usual. But who cares, its a nice place. The cove was really beautiful and scenic.

 

[Eroticus]

A Familiar Feeling

After checking into my room, I looked out the window at the cove. There was something familiar about the scene. I would explore my room later. I wanted to go down to the beach. Maybe something would help bring back my memory.

I walked out through the terrace and onto the cool sand. Waves crashed onto the shore. Seagulls could be heard cawing as the swooped and dove. I took a deep breath and drank in the smell of the salt air.

A couple was down the beach a ways. I waved, then looked out over the oceane. Something about the sea made me feel at home. I looked up and dwon at the rugged terrain. Yes, i had been here before, but it was still trapped in the recesses of my mind.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

With my shoes dangling from my fingers, I walked along the water's edge... laughing and stepping back hastily whenever a cold wave threatened to attack my feet.

My straw hat, pinned securely to my hair, kept the morning sun off my face and held my hair out of my eyes. It was so peaceful here... and for the moment I seemed to be the only one around.

I enjoyed the feeling of my toes sinking deeply into the wet sand and watched with amusement as a row of sandpipers did a little line dance, dodging the waves much as I had.

Choosing a sandy spot in the shade of a tree, I sat down and removed my hat. Leaning against the trunk, I stared mesmerized at my surroundings and quickly became lost in thought. Thoughts about the sea, buried treasure, pirates... and Blackbeard.

 

[Niamh]

From afar, Niamh saw the graceful figure of her sister Angel, walking beside the sea. Hardly daring to believe her good fortune, Niamh picked up the hem of her skirts, displaying several inches of antique lace petticoat, and ran after her as quickly as she could with Thomasina bouncing in a basket gripped firmly in her hand.

Angel! Angel!

Angel was deeply lost in thought, and staring out to sea, her straw hat ruffled by the cold, brisk wind. She looked like a Gibson Girl, serene in herself, composed and almost part of the sea and sky. Niamh felt terrible intruding upon her solitude, and hushed herself immediately. But her heart was gladdened by the sight of someone she had greatly missed and almost despaired of finding again. , She could not help wishing that Angel would turn around and see her, and smile, and beckon her to catch up.

Right, Thomasina...see, she's sitting down beneath that tree now and we must not disturb her, but doesn't she look as beautiful as the dawn?

And Niamh smiled, pausing in mid-step, and then burst into laughter as a rather large wave skimmed up the strand, wetting her up to the knees.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

The sound of laughter penetrates the deep recesses of my mind, and I glance up from my reverie and try to focus on the woman some distance away. Was she calling my name? Is it...? No, it can't be! Yes, it is!!!

I jump up and run down the beach towards Niamh, laughing all the while, my dress billowing in the sea breeze and my hair breaking free of its pins. I grab her in a warm hug and give her a kiss on the cheek.

I can't believe that you're here! Oh, Niamh... it's been so long and I've missed you so much!

Hearing an indignant meow, I look down into the basket that she's holding.

And hello to you, too, Thomasina. *Giving her a kiss on her head* I'm afraid you won't see Reilly any more... I left him with a family of three children. I know it's best for him because he pined for me so much during the day, but I sure do miss him.

With my arm around Niamh's waist, we walk together down the beach... happy to have found each other again.

 

[Niamh]

I was so afraid that you would not see me!

I say, returning Angel's hug tightly and kissing her on both cheeks. When we start to walk along the beach together, arms around each other, it comes to me that I have not been this happy for a very long time.

I was so sad when I heard your things being moved from the Pearl, and I did not know how to find you again. Finally, seeing the doors to a new Inn opening today (and I on the look-out for new lodgings, Thomasina in tow) I took a chance and wandered down to the beach. For I knew, somehow, that if you were anywhere to be found around Queen Anne's Revenge, it would be here, next to the sea.

I smile, and pause to look into Angel's dear, beautiful face. It is really hard to describe how fast a friendship can grow in a very short time. The whole morning has taken on different hues suddenly. The grey sky is rose and gold and every happy colour.

I am very sad to hear about Reilly, for you know I always loved him. Thomasina too. (meows of protest from the basket) But tell me, Angel, have you actually moved into this splendid new Inn? And is there magick there too, as there was at the Pearl?

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Yes, Niamh... I have indeed moved into Queen Anne's Revenge. I have a wonderful room that is totally private... the only one down a small hall on the top floor. I have my own fireplace, bathroom and secluded porch.

And, there most certainly is magick at this place! In fact, I was visited by the ghost of Blackbeard last night!

I laugh at the expression on her face... a combination of skepticism and the desire to believe me.

No, really! I had the most erotic, realistic dream about him, and then this morning there was actually wet seaweed on my floor!

At this, Niamh stops dead in her tracks and stares at me. Smiling, she shakes her head and we continue walking. I smirk, knowing that she'll discover strange happenings when the time is right.

 

[Niamh]

I give Angel a look of wonder and try to see behind the mirth in her eyes. Can she really be serious? Blackbeard visited her and left a trail of seaweed on the floor?

I hope...that Mr. Edward Teach at least had the decency to take a long hot bath before he visited you, Angel. And...I hope the candles in his beard were not lit!

Something about the way she looks at me makes me worry that it might not all have been a dream at all. Is the Queen really haunted? Do ghosts of pirates actually walk the halls?

Sister...this might sound a bit odd...but you may recall I have rather a soft spot for pirates. Do you think it at all likely that maybe Blackbeard has a brother?

 

[scubasteve]

Lonely and alone

It was one of those days........nothing ever goes right. You know those kind. I somehow ended up at the beach. I am in such a deep fog that I can't even remember how I got there or for how long I have been walking. I walk along the edge of the shore. The gentle waves lapping over my bare toes. Someplace along my trek, I discarded my shoes and socks.....leaving me only wearing my faded jean shorts and a ratty old shirt that was full of holes. I knew if someone saw me, they would think I was just another beggar.....a bum......a street urchin. Little do they know, these were my comfort clothes. I wear these when I am feeling down, just like today. Looking up, I see this dainty little beach house......I can barely make out a figure disappering into it. I sigh, thinking to myself, my I should get one of those and dissapere for a few days.....or weeks..........hell......maybe even a year or two. Who would notice I was gone.........nobody. I kick at the waves in frustration only to lose my balance a fall flat on my butt in the water. I sit there for a few minutes......pondering my life...and what all transpired in the last 2 days..........looking out across the water, I wonder how far I could swim before my muscles gave out. I sigh again.....I know I could never do that to myself.....
Slowly I get back up.....I look again at the little beach house....then look back at my feet and the water swirling around them......I start to walk slowly, my hands in my pockets.....head hanging low.......
Looking up, I see a booth with a sign on it saying: Need a place to rest? Pick up the phone and talk to one of our staff.
I thought to myself, why not. Walking over to it, I pick it up. There are no buttons or numbers......just a freindly "Hello....How may we be of service? " I ask about a room and they said that they had one just suited to my needs and that a staff member would be there in one minute to hand me a key..........the price, negotable on departure. I accepted the rules and proceeded to wait for the key.
Within one minute, a young man walks up to me, smiles and nods his head. He hands me a bright key and tells me......walk about 5 minutes past that beach house over there, you will see yours. I am sure it will be satisfatory. Nodding goodbye, he walks away and I head off to my place.....

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Niamh looks adorable with the yearning expression etched so clearly across her face. She still doesn't know whether or not to believe me... but then I don't know whether or not to believe me! Logic tells me that it was only a dream, but I never was one to dally much with logic when there were so many other things that were more exciting to explore, such as imagination and fantasy.

Yes, I know all about your fondness for pirates, my dear. Now, I don't know if Blackbeard has a brother, but he may visit you some night, too... if you're lucky!

Looking over her shoulder, I see a large truck lumbering down the driveway back to the main road.

Oh, I wonder if that's my chair that's been dropped off. Come with me, Niamh... let's go back to the main house and see if you can find a place for you and Thomasina to call home.

With arms still linked, we head back towards our new beginning.

 

[Niamh]

As I listen to Angel's words, I hardly dare to hope that a place might be found for Thomasina and me at Queen Anne's Revenge. I know my cheeks are red as I give Angel a little sidelong, hopeful glance. I feel like a child who has been promised a treat. Or one about to beg for one. The sand skirls up over our toes as we walk, heads pressed together, and Thomasina's disgruntled meowing almost drowns the restless cadence of the sea. Everywhere around us the fog is beginning to lift, though the rise where the Inn is situated still has an otherworldly look about it, the lights and shadows shifting in a way that makes it appear almost as if the Inn rode the waves instead of being firmly grounded on the shore. The history of the Inn, and its promise of pirates, is too much for a hopeful salt like myself to resist. Heart almost bursting with excitement, I smile and urge Angel to walk faster! She laughs, and we start to run, and leave the beach finally behind us, our two lines of footprints all that remain of our happy reunion on the shore.

New beginnings. What a wonderful thought.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Stepping out into the warm air, the feel of you so close intoxicating. Smiling at the low tide of the sea, and making my way to a small sea cave down the beach a little ways down. Making my way thru the soft sand I see there's already a pile of driftwood, and the remnants of a small fire. As if previous lovers had already been there. Smiling to myself, turning to you. Then slowly stripping out of my dress. Fingers working the laces down the back, and letting it slide from my naked shoulders, to land at my ankles in the soft sand. Kissing you warmly, and then laying down.
It's such a nice night to be outside. Why make noise in a stuffy room where neighbors can hear when I can have the ocean hear my cries of passion.
Kissing you warmly and sliding my hands down to pull your shirt off

 

[Swashbuckler]

My poets blouse billowing up in the sea air as Tehari pulls it up around our kiss. Obscuring my vision from her naked form in the moonlight. The sea roaring off the rocks and sands as our kiss breaks and my shirt is cast over Tehari's head. Her dark eyes sparkling with lust, reflecting the millions of silvery suns form the skies above as she looks deeply into my eyes.

Wrapping my hands slowly wrapping around her shoulders, drawing her lips to mine. Crushing her errect nipples to my chest. Feeling her arms wrapping around my neck. Lifting her off her feet, her toes stretching back to the sands as they rise off the coast. Scooping her naked thighs into an arm I swing her about. Keeping our lips locked. Our tongues dancing in the pale glow of the moonlight. Her dark hair and my long blonde locks mingling in the coastal breeze.

Breaking our kiss and setting her down on the sands. I take her hand into mine and smile, "It has been too long, luv," I say with a grin. Leading her to the opening of a small cave. Bending to pick up a few pieces of dried wood on the way.

Tossing them into a pile fit for a fire, then returning to her lips with my own. The waves crash and wash the sands. The breeze heightens stirring the discarded and forgotten clothes upon the sands, fluttering them unseen and unnoticed towards the surf.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

smiling at the warm fire starts to glow, nothing compared the passion within.
Oo yess. too long
wrapping my arms around you, kissing you passionately, deeply, laying back and pulling you with me, wrapping my leggs around your hips. Enclosing you with all my body. Sighing out and kissing along your neck, sucking at your earlobe
Oo sweet Pirate, take me.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Her coo to her favorite pirate melting my heart as her heat encircles my entire body. Kissing her deeply, as I struggle free from my leather pants. My eagerness springing forth, pressing against Tehari's flesh with a throbbing thud. Wrapping my arms about her, feellign every inch of her skin. The flames of the fire flicker and crack. The roar of the sea echoing around us. The smell of her passion and the sea air.

Rolling Tehari over in the soft sand. Finding her harbor for my weary vessle. I plunge into her silken depths. Crashing upon her like waves on the shore. Her nails tearing at my shoulders. Her wetness bathing me in passion's tide. Riding out the storm of our desire.

The sea wind whipped softly out to sea. The waves crashed again and again. The flames blazed hot and red around the cave. Two lovers, locked into one another with emapsioned thrusts and kisses.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Being filled completely by your thick shaft. Cries of passion mingle with the crashing waves. The sand giving only slightly to your powerful thrusts. Laying my head back body shivering in desire, passion building, breath quickening. Entangled in Your arms, wrapping my leggs around you, held only by your hands on my ass and the sand beneath me. Pulling me, guiding me, pusing me, commanding my passion. Melting to you, and riding the waves of pleasure attacking my body.

Moving with you, and rocking, swaying, sliding against you. Body starting to glisten with sweat, arching against you. Pushing my hips to meet yours, wrapping my leggs around you.

Senses knowing nothing but your thrusts, your smell, your feel, tasting your neck, sucking at your ears whimpers of passion turn to moans of pleasure. Sighing out your name, and riding the waves of your powerful thrusts.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Sinking deeply in, time and again. Rapid succesion on the tides of lust. Your purrs warm in my ears, spurring me on. Crushing against your sex. Impaling your body. Savoring your heat. Thrusting and pumping. Stirring your desire's cauldron. Your whimpers becoming a roar to drown out the sea.

My own surf rising to spill. As you grip me tight in and encompassing embrace. My passion bursts it dams and floods your plains, shooting across your fields, raining hotly upon your shores. In one final crash against your secreted levees.

My lips finding yours to silence our moans. Our tongues entwining as our fluids run in eddies to the sands beneathe our embrace.

Flames flicker and calm. The waves continue thier rythm against the shore. The breeze carrying discarded clothes out to sea. The moon shining down in silvery rays. Stars burning, longingly from afar. The inky sky, a dark blanket to our love.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Your thrusts driving my passion, you moans mixing with mine. Your body moving in rhythm to the waves. Your explosion deep inside causing my own, flooding you with heat and crying out.
Kissing you deply, passionately, pressing to you, releasing my ecstacy against you.

Laying back in the sand, gazing into your eyes, smiling and panting deliciously.
Ooo sweet pirate.. you truly are a prince.
You are soo delicious.

Panting and kissing you. The firelight dancing off your skin, caressing your chest softly and enjoying the view. Sitting up slowly, smiling softly.
My dress seems to have floated with the tides.

Sighing softly and wrapping my arms around you.
I'm sure you'll be able to keep me warm.
Kissing you deeply.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Laughing as I scoop you up in my arms, "Come on luv, I think I can find you a place to lay your head."

Carrying you up the side of the hill tothe Queen. Slipping in past the blushing Arron, who grins hotly as we glide silently past and up the stairs to my door.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Wrapping my arms around you, enjoying the feel of being scooped in your arms, laying my head against your powerful chest.

Smiling at the blushing aaron. Blowing him a kiss as we disappear up the stairs. Admiring the tower suite, and sinking into the warm big bed. Feather pillows against my head.
Kissing you warmly, softly, sleepily.
Oo you are delicious. Good night sweet prince of pirates.

Closing my eyes, laying in your arms, comforted, safe and warm. Good night.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

The cove is beautiful at this time of day... and deserted. Well, deserted except for some mysterious articles of clothing that I can see bobbing on the waves. Hmmm, that looks like Swash's poet's shirt... and a dress! I grin with the realization that the pirate has been the first to officially initiate Queen Anne's Revenge.

The rowboat is waiting for me, as promised, and I stow my basket and bag, make sure my hat is secured to my hair with a giant pin, and drag the boat into the water... having first tucked up my dress safely.

In a rather unladylike manner, I scramble over the edge of the boat and settle myself before grabbing the oars. Looking around me, I wonder if I might perhaps be able to snag some of the clothing and return it to the rightful owners.

I quickly find a comfortable rowing rhythm and make my way out around the cove, looking for a very private place where I can do some writing and enjoy my picnic. The waves appear a little more vigorous than they had from my window, and I pray that I don't get myself into any trouble.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

The day is beautiful… right up to the point where I fall out of the boat.

After a lazy morning of rowing and searching for the perfect spot, I pull the rowboat into a secluded cove surrounded by towering rocks and small caves. It's ideal! I spread out the blanket that Phillip had given me, unload the picnic basket, and then spend an hour or so gathering seashells and examining some interesting marine life at the water’s edge.

I write another chapter for my new book while nibbling on lunch and indulge in a couple of glasses of wine. The sun is warm, the breeze refreshing, and I soon drift off to sleep in contentment.

It's the chill that awakens me, and I am horrified to discover that it's almost dark. After quickly gathering up my things and stowing them, I push the boat into the water and climb in, heedless that my dress is rapidly become soaked. In my nervous haste to get back to Queen Anne’s, disaster strikes.

The choppy waves jiggle one of the oars loose and it falls into the water with a sickening splat. Without thinking, I lean over to retrieve it… and lean too far. The water closing over my head momentarily robs me of my senses but then, luckily, I bob to the surface and manage to clutch onto the side of the boat. The weight of my dress makes hoisting myself up almost impossible, but a rush of adrenaline gives me the boost I need. With only one oar, I somehow manage to get back to shore. Summoning up my last once of energy, I drag the boat onto the sand and stand there shivering.

I am suddenly very frightened when I realize there is nothing I can do. I can only hope that either Phillip or Aaron is aware that I have not returned… I don’t want to think about the possibility that they assume I am already home, or that there has been a change of staff since I have left.

With my bag draped over my shoulder, I pull the blanket and basket out of the boat and find a small cave that will protect me from the wind. Slipping out of my dress, I drape it over a boulder and secure it down with a couple of small rocks in the hope that it will soon dry. Wrapping the blanket around me and shivering, I lean back against the cave wall and pray that I won’t freeze to death.