What happens in Montauk...(CLOSED)

[grdybiwife]

Reigna Santino​

Being a conspiracy theorist was hard enough without trying to make a living of it but Reigna Santino wasn’t complaining about it. So what she lived in a shitty studio apartment and drove a conversion van that was older than her 28 years, Reigna was living the dream. Her dream anyway. Her parents complained she was wasting her very expensive degree chasing stories that most people never heard of, or didn’t care about. The fact that her blog had a few thousand followers meant very little to them, nor did was the offer for her to join one of those investigative television shows on basic cable. Sure it wasn’t the Times but it was what she wanted, and finally she had the opportunity to be paid handsomely for it.

A few weeks ago she met with producers in their fancy NYC office and the basically told her she was in. They liked her punky look, said it went well with their fanbase. Apparently the straight laced All American boy they hired first wasn’t cutting it. Colin Stark. Reigna was familiar with him. He was from the west coast but they had exchanged emails and even collaborated on a story or two for each other’s blogs. She also understood why he was their first choice. Stark liked hard evidence and was always willing to debunk his own story for lack of it. That wasn’t exactly Reigna’s style but she was fearless and often went after stories Stark wouldn’t touch. They would make a great team but first she had to prove to the producers that she could work just as well with facts as she did with speculation.

This is how she found herself alone in her van riding down a dark road on the edge of Long Island. She’d read the books when she was a kid and had always been so curious about what happened here but was too busy chasing monster tales and interviewing alien abductees to dig into it. Now she had the perfect excuse, a bigger budget, and a few leads from Stark to help her along. They video chatted after the meeting and he promised to forward her all his contacts in the area. It was one of those contacts who told her of an old warehouse not too far from the lighthouse that she should check out. Being the ballsy chick she was, Reigna saw no problem going out to an unfamiliar area in the dead of night with a storm brewing off the coast. She had an umbrella, her bright orange parka, and a little .22 in her slouch bag just in case things go sketchy.

The elderly woman told the building was on a road that wasn’t on any map and Reigna had no reason not to question the woman’s recollection. It was exactly where she said it would be. Just as the van veered off the main road to gravel, it started to drizzle. Reigna cursed under her breath and continued on, against her better judgement. She was in the middle of nowhere but this was her dream and she was too late to turn back now. She pressed on and before too long arrived at a nearly torn down chain link fence. It was just her luck that the chain and lock were still secure at the opening but there was a spot she might be able to squeeze her 5’8 150 lbs through. Most women kept themselves in shape for aesthetic purposes. For Reigna it was for climbing fences and sliding through barricades. She packed up her camera, grabbed her jacket, and jumped out of the van. No sooner than her boots hit the gravel did the sky open up. With a string of curses she made a mad dash for the opening in the fense and the building beyond. Flashlight in hand she barreled into an opening in the wall were a window might have been. She gave herself a shake and went on about her business.

After about an hour of finding nothing of interest Reigna was starting to believe the whole thing was a bust until she found a set of double doors. The only doors in the place that were still closed. And locked. After snapping a few pictures she made short work of the flimsy lock with a strong kick and was shocked to find a room full of archaic computer equipment. She snapped away at everything, despite the lack of light her fisheye LED lamp did well illuminating the room. When she found a keyboard, Reigna set the light down and took a shot in the dark. Of course nothing happened but still she had found something. She couldn’t wait to get back to the van and send the pictures to Stark so they could discuss what this might mean. Giddy, Reigna took a short video of the room as she backed out. The lightning struck just as she made it to the center of the room. Once. Twice. Three times. The last was bright enough to illuminate the entire room. The air around her cracked and popped. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. The metallic circle under her feet was the last thing Reigna saw before her world went dark.

But it was only for a moment. When she opened her eyes, Reigna was laying on the ground outside and it had stopped raining. She assumed she blacked out but that didn’t explain the bright stars in the sky. Or the stink of animals, shit and who knows what else filling her nose. Nor did it explain the sound of horses not too far away. Slowly she sat up and looked around, took in her surroundings. For the life of her she couldn’t make sense of what she saw. If she wasn’t dead then she must have been near it. Or maybe, just maybe, the story was true.

“That’s great but how the fuck am I supposed to tell everyone when I don’t know how to get home?”

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The night air is crisp and chills Lt. Van Goot. Slowly his eyes followed every contour of the area. The report had been, that the English had crossed the sound and had a small camp at the end of Sterling island. His boss the Govenor of Niew Amsterdam General Franko Hogers had instructed him to seek out the interlopers and bring them back to the colony where they could interrogated by specialists.

Lt. Van Goot was in charge of the night watch. He normally patroled the colony with five men. Tonight he had but three. Two were from his favorite group. Guardsmen Tolland and Marx. Tolland was a hunter from the New Orange area. He had hunted with the natives and learned their ways in the woods. He is quiet and steady. Marx had arrived three months earlier from Saxony. A very strong fellow with a keen eye. His abliity with a Halberds is unquestioned. It is his weapon of choice.

The third member of the patrol is new to the colony, Tristin Klip. Tristin is the only one that speaks English. Lt. Van Goot did not fully trust the new comer. Mainly because Tristin was a pirate. Not your every day pirate like those that frequent the Red Dragon on the Water Tavern. No this pirate strangely enough served on a East Indieman called the Eyes of Azov. The 20 gun ship had arrived just a few days before with another ship. The 24 gun Red Horse, had docked on the west side of the colony. They had unloaded their captured Spanish goods into the General's wagons and had counted their gold on the dock.

The Captain of the Eyes of Azov is a tall even tempered Russian pirate named Alexi Rostov. Alexi is a frequent visitor of the Red Dragon. He is even known to sleep at a back table of the tavern from time to time. The General had made it known that an English speaking person was needed to acompany Lt. van Goot on a mission of some importance. Tristin always looking for some adventure spoke up and said he would love to go.

Slowly Lt. Van Goot moved to his right. Crouched and fully alert. Suddenly the wind shifted. It now blew from the East. Lt. Van Goot looked back at the three men with him. Only Tristin seemed bored. He moved slugishly through the darkness. And seemed to find all the dry twigs to step on and make noise. The breeze turned colder. Then started to blow hard like little needles striking the skin.

Then came the flash. The light is blinding. All four of the men put up their arms to block out the flash. Then it is gone. The suddenness was unnerving to Lt. Van Goot. He blinks his eyes and sees some thing orange in a clearing a few feet away. He pauses then turns to Tristin and points at the shape on the ground.

Tristin takes a step forward and sees its a person dressed on a long orange jacket with a fur fringe. The person has their back to him so he can not make out who it is. In a steady vioce he says.

"I say there. Be a good lad and come quietly. Lt. Van Goot will split your head wide open if you resist!"

 

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'Lad...who says lad anymore,' Reigna thought to herself as she slowly turned towards the voices but she didn't believe what she saw. She thought she was dead, or at best trapped in some sort of coma dream because what she saw couldn't have been real. Where was her van...the fence? And if she were dead what sort of fresh hell had her life of relative promiscuity and loose morals gotten her assigned.

She took another glancing look at the men who questioned her. Her hood still drawn she could understand why they might have thought her a man with her heavy boots and cargo pants, her curves hidden behind the wide silhouette of her parka. Tentatively, Reigna made to stand but her shaky legs would not keep her up. Her entire body trembled, the first sign that she was in fact alive but maybe not as well as she once was.

"I'm no lad," she said with a lump in her throat, though it wasn't from tears. She felt like she might be sick, her head swam as she threw back her hood. All of a sudden hot and drenched with sweat, Reigna threw the coat off her altogether. Clad in a oversized band t-shirt with the sleeves cutoff so far down that her sports bra was visible, she made another weak attempt at standing. This time she made it up but was only concious long enough to mutter, "Lil help," before she fell flat on her face.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Lil help

Lt. Van Goot watched with a keen eye as the figure raised up from the ground. Then threw off it's bright colored coat and showed that it was a woman. A woman in pants? She spoke and then fell to the ground.

Marcus Marx, normally steady, panics. "She's a whitch. Look at her garments! I have heard of this in Germany. Women dressed as men. She's a witch!" He states as he moves closer to Van Goot. Van Goot nods toward the woman as he looks at Tristin. "What did she say?"

The pirate shrugges." I never heard English like that, before. But let the Lord strike me down. I swore she said Lil help

Cort Tolland moved toward the woman as he looks bacl at Van Goot. " There's a Lil in the Red Dragon. A serving girl. She may know this woman. She called out her name after all."

Lt. Van Goot concidered. " Well we have to bring her back to the colony anyway. Put her garment back on and put her on a horse. We are returning to the colony.


Andrew Sinclare Brightwell

Andrew leanes back against the roughly hewed logs and granite stone wall. Staring blankely at the fire place across the field of drunken bodies.The Red Dragon on the Water tavern is noisy tonight. With gray plums of pipe smoke hanging over the crowd like a threating storm. Citizen and slaves, freemen and pirates partake in the talk of the day. Dutch fishermen and sailor spew out their stories of adventures on the high seas. While large breasted serving girls bring stynes of mead, beer and grog to the many tables.The smell of Jamacan rum is noted in the room, adding to the gaiety.

Next to him is a fellow captain and good friend Alexi Rostov of the pirate ship Eyes of Azov. Alexi snore softly. His breath heavy with Jamacian rum. Alexi is a little out of place here. A Dutch tavern in the new world is not where one would go to find a tall Russian pirate. And most would admit that Neiw Amsterdam is a bit off the beaten trail for Caribean pirates to begin with. Yet the Govenor is understanding. Better a few pirates in the colony then British Man-o-war in the habor. And they do carry in fine stash of Spanish booty from far off islands to the South.

They are here thanks to there local benifactor Franko Hogers. Mr. Hogers is the main stockholder in the Franko Generals Services Corperation. Which is made up of Franko's General Store and the Red Dragon on the Water and Franko's Wagon and Transport Company. And half owner of East River Papers.
Mr. Hogers is well acquainted with the rough and tumbled members of the Brotherhood of Pirates. There loose association befuddled the Spanish from Trinadad to Havana. Striking at will against port and ship.

They had just arrived a few days earlier. Now Andrew looks over the crowd wondering who or what would make his day more interesting. After a few hours no one less the Lt. Van Goot comes in with three men. One of them is carrying a brightly colored bundle with legs. "Where be the good woman called Lil?" Lt. Van Goot calls out loudly.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

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[grdybiwife]

Smoke. Beer. The sound of boots scraping against weathered wood. When her eyes fluttered open Reigna was upside down again. This wasn't the first time she woke up, that was when they hefted her up off the ground and she was thrown over the back of a horse. She'd vaguely heard the word 'witch' and if she really had gone back in time then she figured it would be safer for her to keep quiet until she found less suspicious parties. Being burned at the stake, crucified, stoned, drowned, hanged, or any of the other creative ways people across history executed those they suspected of witchcraft.

She heard them ask for a women, barely able to hold her chuckle at their assumption. Any modern American would have understood her request for help through her heavy Brooklyn accent but clearly she wasn't in modern America. The idea was both exciting and unnerving. All the stories were true. The government had developed a time travel device. It was the big break she need, the only problem was how would she get back to 2015 to share this discovery with the modern world.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

powder monkey

"Where be the good woman called Lil?" The barkeeper looks toward Lt. Van Goot "Not here."

The door opened suddenly as the man dressed in brown boldly walks in and looks around. He stops and quints his eyes. He slowly closes the door. He purses his lips. The bar tender gives him a half knowing smile. Franko Hogers is in the house. The man is short and portly. Known for his wit and whimsy. Franko straightens up and smiles with delight. "A GREAT BUNCH OF LADS HERE TONIGHT!" he calls out. The the room erupts with laughter. He turns slightly and sees Lt. Van Goot. "Do tell van Goot, what have you there?"

"A spy or a ......witch. We are not sure what she is. "Van Goot replies. The General walks over to her hood and lifts it. "Well a Moor woman that is interesting. I bet the papist Spanish would love to get a grip on this one." He turns and looks over the crowd. He sees the two pirates in the back of the tavern. The General pionts toward Andrew.

"You pirate, come here!" Andrew raises up from the table and makes his way forward. "How may I help the Lord Govenror Hogers?" The General looks annoyingly at him. "You have come from the Southern islands and have delt with the Spanish. What do you make of all this?"

Andrew walks over to the woman in Tristin's arms and looks over her clothing then just as the general had done lifted the hood to see her face. He smiles broadly. "Thats Bonny Clebo one of my powder monkeys. See the big pockets in her pants. That is where she carries the powder bags up from the ships stores."

Lt. Van Goot looks at him suspiciously. "And the coat? What say you about that." Andrew needed a second to think he needed a place where the Dutch knew little about.

"Its a Chinese mountain coat we traded for in Trinidad with a Frenchman named La Salle. He had raided the Mongals in the Great seas of the East. He had little use of it in the tropics."

Lt. Van Goot pulls back the hood and a label on the collar is exposed.
MADE IN CHINA Is printed in black.

Tristin reads the English words. "He tells the truth! The words on the coat say just that!"

The General looks at Lt. Van Goot. "Spy? Witch? I will see you back at the fort!" He turns and reaches the door. Then turns. "Give the power monkey back to the pirate!" Watchman Klip took a step toward Andrew and with a knowing smile places the woman in his arms. He turns and follows the others out of the tavern.

Andrew returns to the table with woman and places her on a bench next to Alexi. This disturbs his sleep and he looks over at her. " Who is this?" he askes.
Andew in a low tone replies. "Bonny Clebo my powder monkey!" While still more asleep then awake shakes his head. "Andrew, you don't have any woman on your ship. Let allone a black one! I know, I would of poured my shot into her well before now!"

 

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Reigna couldn't help the smirk that came to her lips as she listened to the exchange between the men. She was in a bar, well a tavern if she had really gone back in time. Judging by the references made by the pirate she was starting to have very little doubt that she had done exactly that. Though she appreciated the pirate vouching for her, Reigna had her reservations about his reasoning. When the hum in the bar returned to the level it had been when she arrived, Reigna took that as an all clear sign and chanced a glance up at her savior.

He was no Jack Sparrow but he had the look of a man who's skin had been battered by sea air for most of his life. From where she lay on the bench, she couldn't see much other than the hat. And she couldn't tell if it was just him or the entire place because everything smelled awful.

"If it's okay with you guys, I'd like that to be the last time anybody mention me in the same breath as their "shot", she said quietly as she sat up to put her head on the table. "This is a tavern right...so there has to be ale...mead...or whatever its called but you guys are pirates right so might there be some rum around?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

rum?

Andrew tries as he might not to smile. He sees one of the bar maids and waves her over. "I be a love and bring us thrusty pirates a mug of Jamacan gold. Thats a good lass." He watches as the barmaid moves away. "I think it would be a good idea to have our rum and be moving on. We have fought off the jackels, but there are far more dangerous folks in the colony then the nightwatch." He puts his head down low near the table.

"I know your not a powder monkey. And by the looks of your boots your not a sea faring lass. And when we get to my ship your going to tell me how a coat made in China is marked in English!" The bar maid returns " Three tall rums for the General's favorate pirates. " She smiles as she puts the mugs on the table. "I know this because your not hangin by your necks down by the docks like they do the regular criminals. I warn yeah though. Neither Moca nor Becka have been by tonight. Not yet any way."

 

[grdybiwife]

Reigna took up the cup as soon as the bar maid set it down and wasted no time putting it to her lips. It was nothing like she ever tasted, so sweet and spiced just right. She almost wished she had time to savor but she was more concerned with her trembling hands. Her cup empty, she set it down and looked to the pirate for permission to have his as well but she didn't wait. Simply grabbed it and took a sip.

"I'll tell you all you want to know but first you gotta promise not to throw me over the side when I'm done." With that she finished his rum and slammed down the cup. "Let's get to that ship. I'm not too keen on how some of these guys are looking at me," she said as she rose and pulled her coat closed tight.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

It might be best if we went out the back way. He looks at the woman. "Its not the men in in here that I'm conerned about. Its the women that are not here. The General's enforcers. They deal with their own set of rules. And not ah one is writting down anywhere!"

Andrew leads them out the back door. The darkness is sudden. The rear of the Dragon was not the safest places to be by far. They moved toward the west. At Fort Street they cross to an ally. "My ship is the Red Horse a French frigate I found a while back. If we get seperated head west to the docks. Ask for the Red Horse."

Just then five men of the Nightwatch turned the corner.
"You there! Whats you about?"

All Andrew could say was "Run!"

 

[grdybiwife]

And she did, for her life. In her line of work, Reigna was no stranger to the chase. Evade arrest was like a game to her and she played it well, even if she didn't know exactly where she was or where she was going. The pirate told her to head west and so she did but her route was in no way direct.

It didn't take her long to realize that she wasn't being followed and she slowed down to a more reasonable place. She followed the sounds and smell of the sea to find the docks but she had no idea of what frigate looked like. Regardless of what the pirate said she didn't think it wise for her to go about gathering witnesses with her funny way of speaking. She knew from every history class she ever took that all ships were marked in ways that benefited the commonly illiterate sailor. All she had to do was look for a ship with some sort of red horse on its hull.

With her hood drawn, she moved quickly along the dock. Careful not to linger too long anywhere near anyone there, Reigna made her way down until she found it. Just as she thought Red Horses were stenciled along the waterline, looking as if they were running. After a quick glance around, she made her way hastily up the gangway, hoping that none of the men on board would take too much notice of her.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Witt/Scott 'Scotty' McMasters

OCC:
some of the crew of the Red Horse

Witt-second shift look out (when at Sea)
Scott 'Scotty' McMasters- crew member from Glasgow, Scotland

NPC ICC:

Seaman Witt leans against the hull of the ship. He is joined by an other member of the crew Scotty McMasters." How yeah feeling Witt?" he askes. Witt turns and given Scotty a nod and returns to looking at the town of Niew Amerdam. "I'll tell you Scotty, I look forward ta be leaving this here port and sail'n south again. The folks here are a cold hearted bunch."

"I had late watch last night. Three lads came back ta the ship." He pauses and turns to look at the town too. " The thing is I recognize only two of the fellas. The third had on a strange kind of coat I had never seen before. "

Witt chuckles "I would not worry about it. Several of the randy boys from the Eyes come over and bunk down with Tobius since we been here."

"Oh is that so. Then that explains it then. Some one is in Tobius's hammock but it not him!" Scotty relaxes a bit. " I wouldn't want Tobius's meat pipe up my arse I tell you that much."

 

[grdybiwife]

Reigna made her way quickly down to the belly of the ship, following behind a few other men she assumed were sailors. She was only a little surprised no one asked her any questions about who she was and what she was doing there. There was barely a grunt whenever anyone did look her way but she made it a point not to stay in anybody's line of sight too long. It didn't take her long to find the captain's quarters and she went in, shut the door behind her.

"Nice digs," she muttered to herself as she made herself comfortable in the only chair in the room, fighting her urge to snoop. She did help herself to the jug of rum on his desk, drinking straight from the bottle since she couldn't find a cup and took a gander at the primitive maps spread out on the desk top. They were like nothing she'd ever seen in real life. The paper was brittle under her fingertips and she made sure not to move them around too much. She thought it best she just sit and wait, so that's exactly what she did.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mr. Watson-First Officer-Red Horse

"I tell you Captain, it was the strangest thing." Mr. Watson states. " Come now Mr. Watson some of the lads have known to tell some mighty tall tales." Andrew retorted.
"Honesty Captain, what I tell you is true." Mr. Watson replies.
Andrew looks at the first officer and gives him a small smile. "We will go to my cabin and you can explain it to me again."

The Captain and the first officer reach the Captain's Cabin. Andrew opens the door and see the woman from the tavern. "See Mr. Watson just a I told you. Black woman in an orange coat. And we found out that the jacket was truely made in China. "

The first oficer, Mr. Watson looks at the woman. " Roger would like her, sir."
Andrew smiles lightly. "Yes I'm sure he would. For the time being I think it best that she stay here with me. I fear she has a strange tale tell herself. "

Andrew moves over to his sea desk. "I hope you liked my rum. Its been moved as have been my map of Ile de la Tortue. What is your interest in that place? Is that where you are from? And then we must get to the coat. The Chinese coat printed in English. I'm English or was, I can read English quite well. I have read six books."

 

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Fighting the urge to comment at this Mr. Watson offering her up to Roger, Reigna turned her attention to the Captain. "A whole six huh? Every page?" She asked with a smirk, her mind swimming in rum she lost most of her good sense to be civil to this man who saved her from who knows what. She sift her eyes to the other guy and sucked her teeth, not wanting to share anything with him but she didn't want to drag things out for longer than they needed to be. The last thing she wanted was to be tossed overboard without an ally.

"I don't even know where that is but I can tell you that's not where I'm from," she said with a sigh. It took her a moment to continue, mulling over how to explain herself without sounding like a complete lunatic. Or worse, a witch. "I'm from here, or at least I think so. Brooklyn...Flatbush to be exact," she clarified despite the confused stares from the two men. "This is going to sound nutty as fuck but I'm gonna need you to follow along as best you can and save all your questions for when I'm done." When neither man showed any signs of objection she continued. "I'm a reporter...well sort of. A conspiracy theorist with a blog really but you don't know the difference and it isn't exactly important. Anyway I went to Montauk...that's on Long Island... to investigate a story about US government experiments with time travel. I found an abadoned warehouse with all sorts of funky old computer stuff inside and being the curious cat I am I couldn't help but fiddle with the keys. Nothing happened, or so I thought. I think I might have accidently turned it on, or maybe it was the storm but either way here I am. The coat I got from Old Navy a couple years ago. It's ugly as shit but it keeps me warm and dry when I need it so I keep it. Now before you ask your questions would you mind telling me what year it is?"

She spoke fast, which was her way when she was nervous and she was sure they didn't get all if what she said. Reigna only hoped that they believed enough to keep her safe until she figured out how to get home.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mr. Watson looks at the Captain. "Captain with your permission I think I need to sit down. " Andrew also lowers himself to the chair behind his seadesk. Mr. Watson find a less then cofortable stool and pulls it to the woman.

He leans on his knee and leans forward. " While I understand you are speaking English. I have know Idea what you just said. Oh, I got a few words here and there but for the most part, not much."

Andrew pours himself a dram of rum. " I have a better ear for stories the Mr. Watson here. I lived in Scottland for 6 years and my grandfather told stories of things from the past. So a good story I can follow quite easily. He was a laird by the way, so that should tell you some thing from the start."

Mr. Watson looks back at Andrew. " Captain, What I was trying to say was..." Mr. Watson looks back at the woman. "So you come from a place called Flatbush and you went to the indian village of Montauk to see what the goverment was doing?" He shakes his head. "And as I understand you. And help me out here about the coat. You abtained the coat from the old navy? Who's old navy?"

Andrew now perks up. "That is a good point. Who's old navy?" Andrew now stands up. "And you still have not told us how a Chinese coat is written in English. Do the English make coats in China? And if they do how do the Mongols fit in to all this? Are they working together on this venture?""

 

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Reigna put her hand to her face, massaged her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. This was an almost useless effort but she had to try. She decided to start with the easiest thing to explain. Reigna stood and reluctantly pulled the coat off, turning it inside out so the entire tag was visible.

"Old Navy is a store not a military unit. They make clothes and coats and shoes and anything else you can think of from the 21st century. Here look at the tag," she said as she pointed to it. It occurred to her that that was a fruitless effort since even written English was probably different now than it was in her time. "Almost nothing is made in America anymore. It's called outsourcing but that's another story altogether. So I guess in a way your right to assume they are working together...making coats I mean. Americans make the patterns and the Chinese manufacturer the goods for cheap. There's no conspiracy to it, aside from questionable labor practices but that's neither here nor there." Despite the blank stares, Reigna moved on to the more complicated topic of where she was from. "You wouldn't happen to have a map of New York City, if it's even called that yet..."She trailed off trying desperately to recall the old name of her birthplace, cursing her lack of attention in her high school American history. She laughed when the answer came to her from one of her favorite movies. "New Amsterdam!" she shouted, excited that her attention to cinema had finally paid off. "Tell me you have a map. That will make this sooooo much easier."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

New York?

"New York?" Andrew stood up. "Are you crazy? The Dutch will torture you with the very words. " Mr. Watson stood up. "Captain she may know something that is more dangerous then a Spanish war gallon!"

Andrew considered. "You keep mentioning this American or Americans are they a tribe in this area? I'm not sure if I know them. As for a map. Not many can read a map. Only three men on this ship can. Me, Mr. Watson here and our navigator Leeds. "

Mr. Watson walk over to the woman as she takes off her coat. "What is on your shirt? Are you a marked woman because you are a ...what did she say she was?"

Andrew smiles "A reporter. I told you. You must listen more closely." Andrew moves around the desk. "Besides time travel is no big deal. We plan it that way all the time. It is the best way to get from place to place. Any way if you want to look at a chart for the colony its up on deck with Leeds and our fourth officer Mr. Ander. "

*KNOCK, KNOCK* Captain, you are needed on deck."

Andrew turns toward the door. Knowing the voice to be Roger.

"Come in Roger!" Andrew states. The large black man opens the door. His eyes open wide. "Queen Monaquisa what brings you here? Where is your guard? Why are you....dressed like this?"

occ:
Rogers- Roger is without a doubt the stronger man of the crew and the tallest, . Roger lead a one man war on slave traders in Africa. He is a Mau Mau trbesman. After six months of a running battle against slave traders he himself was captured and put on a slave ship. The ship he was on was attacked by pirates that set the slaves free. One day in Port Royal he met a man named Mr. Watson.

 

[grdybiwife]

"Answer me this," Reigna said with her head in her hands. This was a futile effort. How could she explain things to people without the same frame of reference as her. There was no America. There was no New York. No Brooklyn. How could she explain any of who she was without those simple things. She took a long deep breath, let her fingers massage her closed eyes a moment before she finally asked her question. "This land mass we're on, is it north of the equator separated from England and all that by an ocean...fuck I don't even know if that's the word you would use...a large body of water? And do me a favor? Please for the love of fuck...please...stop asking about my clothes. They aren't important, suffice it to say they weren't bestowed upon me by some secret plot by the Mongols. And Mongolians are not Chinese, whole different culture...

The heavy knock at the door shut her up and she swung her attention to it. Her body went stiff as a board with fear, especially when Andrew said the name of the one knocking. But when he came in, Reigna was all of a sudden relaxed and found herself blushing as he spoke to her. He was a beautiful man, this Roger. Tall, wide with muscles that couldn't be built in a gym, and the deepest brown skin she'd ever seen. She found herself standing and offered her hand to him. "You must have me mistaken for someone else," she said bashfully, her demeanor changed from defense to something altogether different. "Reigna Santino and it is my absolute pleasure to meet you Roger."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Queen Monaquisa

The woman stood and offered her hand to Roger. Roger reluctantly took her hand very breifly. Then moved back from her.

Andrew watched the two of them. Roger is not one of the shy types. He was known to tell tales of wild orgies in Port Royal. Some times with three or four woman at a time. To watch his reaction was not what Andrew had expected.

Mr.Watson is closer to Roger then any other officer on the ship. He looks at Roger. "Do you know this woman?"

Roger turns slightly and looks at Mr. Watson. "I was young when Queen Monaquisa came though my village. She is of the Awana tribe. She came to our tribe to marry a Prince of the Kamba tribe. We Mau Mau had made a peace agreement with the Awana and Kamba tribe."

Mr. Watson smiles lightly" And you remember this Queen Monaquisa?"

Roger nods his head. " Mr. Watson it was not a scene to easily forget. She brought a witchdoctor and three daughters of Molock and her personal guard of twenty eunuchs!"

At the word eunuchs Anrdew makes a face. " Eunuchs?"

Roger now looks to his Captain" Yes my Captain. I was told by my grandfather that she has golden teeth in her cummy. I was told that the daughters of Molock would seduce the young man and then Queen Monaquisa would come into the room and finish the job."

 

[grdybiwife]

"I assure you there's nothing down there but a poorly drawn set of cherries on one thigh and Gene Simmons tongue on the other. No gold teeth to speak of," Reigna said, shaking her head. She knew she'd said words, had heard herself speak, though it seemed to her she said nothing. They seemed to be set on believing what they wanted of her regardless of what she said. She needed something drastic to get their attention, to prove that she was not who any of them thought she was.

Her phone. If it still worked. There were no satellites but you don't need any bars to look at your pictures. As the men talked around her, Reigna fished out hr smartphone and nearly jumped from her chair as it came to life. All her focus was on the 7 inch screen, she barely heard their reaction. Didn't care to, all she wanted was to get into her photos to prove who she was. A few swipes of her thumb brought her into her gallery and cued up the folder that contained her personal photos.

"This my mom and dad...He's from Panama and she's from Trinidad. I'm named after my grandmother," she said of the selfie style pic of her and her parents at the Brooklyn Afro Punk fest last year. Her mother was not a happy camper that day but her father made the best of it as he always had of his daughters quirkiness. "This is my big brother and he's daugher...Josef and Bella. She's 4 and just as nutty as I am," she said of the picture of the two of them at her birthday party blowing noisemakers at each other. "His wife is a bitch and I can't stand her so you won't find any pictures of her."

Reigna kept scrolling not even realizing that she had wondered into a group of private pictures of her. She would have had to been wearing more clothes for them to be considered scantily clad. All of her tattoos were visible. The cherries, the tongue, the lotus flower that ran up her thigh to blossom on her left hip. Her nipple piercings. And the beads. Holy shit she forgot about the beads. Why were there so many? She vowed never to drink tequila and do a selfie shoot again.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Pamama/Trinidad

Mr. Watson jumps up from his stool. When she pulls out the cell phone. "Devil majic!" he cries out. Andrew opens his desk draw and pulls out a pistol and aims it at the woman. " There are to many stories being told.!" Mr. Watson moves away from her. " If her parents are from Panama and Trinidad, then she is not an English spy. She is a Papist Spanish spy."

Roger watches the with amazement. "She shows no fear! Queen Monaquisa shows no fear!" Roger takes a step toward her. "I think it would be a good idea to see if she has these markings on her body!" Roger's steel like grip latches on to her arm.

Mr. Watson starts to recoved" Captain I agree with Roger. We need to know if she has marks on her body and golden teeth in her cummy." Mr. Watson looks to the Captain.

Andrew looks down the barrel of the pistol. "Unclothe her!"

 

[grdybiwife]

Reigna laughed a little. She had expected this. "Listen sir," she said to Andrew, her dark eyes locked with his as she steeled herself. "I'm from Flatbush you think this the first time I been held at gun point. If you think a little steel gonna put fear in my heart you really haven't been listening to me. I know you didn't get me to this boat to kill me. I might be a little confused about the way things work around here but murder is murder and you wouldn't have wasted your time vouching for me in that bar if you wanted me dead."

She chanced a glance up at Roger then, and at his fist wrapped snugly around her forearm. A small smile came to her lips and she tip her head ever so slightly. "If you think me a Queen don't you think I deserve a certain level of respect. Demanding I undress in front of these men," she scoffed as she shook her arm from his grasp and clicked her tongue a few times as her mother did when she was in trouble. "Tsk tsk tsk...Not a very respectable request at all, though I don't mind showing you. And only you. Alone. Without the captain or the sorriest excuse for a Mr. Watson if I ever met one. Do you understand me Roger? Either you alone see me or the Captain here shoots me dead. What'll it be?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Sorry My Lady

Roger smirks at the woman he calls Queen Monaquisa. "You are a talented woman. You yourself said you were not Queen Monaquisa. Then you claim the rites of a queen. You stand in the cabin of the Captain and say they must leave." Roger reaches for her again.

"What you are lacking is an education of pirate life. Cause if you were of this world and I don't think you are. You would know that the Captain's word is law! I took to the cross thanks to Mr. Watson here. That being said, if you were the wife of our savior Jesus Crist herself. I would have you disrobe or disrobe you as so ordered. I'm sorry my lady take off your clothes as the Captain orders. Or I will do it for you as I have been ordered to do."