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Steamship to America (for AlphaZero and DuskyPrincess)

DuskyPrincess

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Oct 25, 2018
Lady Jane Reddington had a reputation.

Not concerning her personal life, of course. There she was considered virtuous bordering on priggish. Not only did she refuse the new bathing suits that revealed the calf along with a modest amount of cleavage, she did not participate in mixed gender bathing on the beaches. She did not go to music clubs or dancing halls or any such things, and had never gone on a carriage ride under the moon or stars, with or without the benefit of a chaperone.

Still, Lady Jane Reddington had a reputation.

For one thing, when her father died, leaving her invalid and mentally challenged younger brother the Margrave of Telleth, the then eighteen year old Jane refused to let the vultures dismantle Telleth, leaving her family in ruin. She fought back. By the age of 24, Telleth was secure, her younger brother was resting comfortably in a respectable institution, and the second cousin once removed who was the heir to Telleth was securely under her thumb.

During the interim, Lady Jane was promoting CAUSES. And had decided to pursue HOBBIES and PASTIMES.

For one thing, with the English abolishment of the Slave Trade, and the rest of the Civilized World following suit, Lady Jane had taken it upon herself to bring a negress into her household. One whom she was making sure followed in her own educated, virtuous and steel willed footsteps.

For another, Lady Jane was an accomplished sportswoman, though not restricting herself to badminton and such. She was...GASP...accomplished with such things as FIREARMS and FISTICUFFS.

But perhaps the most alarming thing about Lady Jane was that she wanted to go to AMERICA!

On April 1, 1865, on the occasion of Lady Jane's birthday, the Americas were largely unsettled and unexplored. The Spanish had a few settlements in the Caribbean, bu their attempts to gain a foothold on the continent had been repulsed by the indigenous empires. Further north, the English had the colony of New England, which had attempted to secede, but said revolt had been duly squashed, and the English in New England were strictly forbidden from expanding westward. The French had trading colonies along the great river that divided the North America continent, and the Chinese and Russians were rumored to have settlements along the western coast, but nobody had more than a toe in the great unexplored Americas.

The advent of steam technology was going to change all that. And Lady Jane wanted to be on the forefront. And to that end, she had acquired an airship with automation that would allow for just a single person to fly the ship. And Lady Jane had q map. A treasure map.

Now she just needed an airship captain. A man of confidence, but not overbearing confidence.

She had interviewed a few prospects in her sitting room at Telleth Hall, but none so far had met her standards. Perhaps the one she would meet today would. She certainly hoped so.
 
Nick Sharpe was not a man of strong upbringing or reputation. He was not highly educated or a member of some highly respected trade union. What Nick Sharpe was, was a man who knew how to get things, things people wanted but where difficult to get on the British Isles. Things that had to be brought in from India and Asia, things that the powers that be may not want people having. Nick had gotten very very good at getting those things in and out of counties, hidden in false bottomed shipping crates, hidden wall pannels on board ships, he had once smuggled a weapons shipment into Shanghai in peices hidden inside fish for market. The client had complained about the smell but still gladly paid up.

A news paper add had caught is attention several days earlier, some wealthy lady looking for a pilot to take her across the ocean in her private airship. It didn't seem to be a complex job in the least bit and he assumed the money was going to be good.
And so he found himself, tall and scruffy sporting a weather beaten duster cost that hung to ankles, following a prim and proper Butler who lead him into a lavish looking sitting room where the sumggler looked very out of place.
 
Lady Jane nodded thankfully at her man Jeeves as he brought in Nick, before leaving the pair to themselves.

Almost on the heels of the departing butler, a young Indian woman, dressed in the prim attire of an upper class lady's maid, her hair properly up, brought in a serving tray with tea and biscuits.

"A cup of tea while we discuss the matter at hand, Mr. Sharpe?" Lady Jane asked her visitor. To be honest, just by the look of him, she suspected that she wouldn't be contacting him further after the day's meeting, but she'd polite enough to go through the motions as it were, rather than summarily dismissing him.
 
"No, thank you ma'am. But a glass of water would be appreciated." He replied to her offer. Nick wasn't much of a tea person at the best of times, and when he did drink it he prefered the authentic Chinese teas that came in little wooden boxes and had names that he couldn't pronounce without sounding like a nitwit even though he had a fairly strong grasp of the Orriental dilects.

He stood with his hands burried in the pockets of his coat, fiddeling with the repeating match in one of them, a nervious habit he had devloped over the years, "Your add said you're looking for a pilot to mount a journey to America?"

His eyes wondered about the room, taking in the furniture as well as his potential employer, another bored rich girl looking for some excitement in her life. He'd seen them before and they ranged from either being a danger in their recklessness to fairly tame.

"Would this be a business trip?"
 
"More of a scientific expedition," Jane answered, as she took a cup of tea herself. She waited for a few minutes, allowing the young Indian woman to pour Nick a glass of water before Jane gestured for her to take her leave. "I have an automated airship that I want to 'shake out' in a transatlantic voyage, before I conduct an exploratory mission into the North American interior."
 
Nick gave a nod of thanks as he accepted the water, eyes roving quickly over the maid before returning his attention to Lady Jane, scratching absentmindedly at the stubble on his cheek as his spoke, "Sounds fancy."

It also soudned boring, but boring wasn't always a bad thing. Boring meant no one trying to kill him or having to think of creative ways out of sticky situations, boring was something he could deal with. Maybe with abit of luck he could talk to a few of his contacts, slip some goods into the cargo hold that take across the ocean with them. There was no way anyone was going to give too much trouble to member of the upper class on a pleasure voyage. He made a quick mental note to check with The Fynn to see if he needed anything moved.

"So it would be what? You, some equipment and whoever you've decided to bring with you on the expedition?"
 
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