Advise from an old friend

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

   Strolling casually through the lamp lit river of life that is Bourbon Street at night I check my pocket watch...11:30. This had better be good I had been spending some "Special " time in Storyville when the messenger found me. The old man must surely be upset sending for me at this time. I cut up Ursuline and the lack of lamp lights becomes more obvious, couples on porches taking advantage of the dim light. The moon was only half full so human vision wasn't at its best now,that being said my senses were still far more than enough to make out all manner of fun being had by "respectable " teens on their parents porches.The sounds of music from bars and clubs carried in the cool night air all in all a magical place to be,then reality comes walking down the street, British "colonial coppers" Ever since the Brits retook a majority of the South after the war their "colonial coppers" as we all call them have walked our streets making sure we all remember to give "Due respect" to King/Queen and country. I vanish into a dark corner as they stroll past regretting I made a promise not to just attack them without cause anymore...but that last fellow in the line I think he spit on the road, that's a crime right? "No" I tell myself and continue on business first , maybe kill a few later. I reach the nondescript house, and knock softly at the door, it is opened by a beautiful mixed race young lady, "Come in , he expecting you" "Hello Joan Marie," I grabbed her up and kissed her passionately like I hadn't seen her in years  She broke the kiss and in mock horror exclaimed "Ohh, you pirate, you come a kissin on me like that an I know where ya been earlier tis very night"  "But my Dear I was thinking of you the whole time " *smiling my biggest smile* "I'm so sure ya were" she said it teasingly and I was grateful she really wasn't mad. We have an on and off relationship mostly because her father ,the very old man who sent for me tonight was a Voo Doo Houngan of no small power and I owed him more than I want to think about. I'm fairly certain he knew his daughter was no "innocent " ( he did catch us skinny dipping together as teens) I thought sure he would not only tell my parents but ,work up some all powerful kinda evil spell on me. He merely stated that his daughter was no toy and while he had no idea why she liked a "pitiful" fellow like me, he told us to be careful and realize the rest of the world was not as understanding as he was. I walked with Joan into the back room where the old man lay on an old cast iron bed several people surrounded the bed ,making silent prayers and an altar to Baron  Samedi  was set in the corner. , the scent of incense was overpowering and judging by the fetishes and charms hung around the room I could guess the family was preparing for his passing. He rose slightly when I entered and reached his hand out to me. I rushed to his side and I saw the pain on his face. The scent of  impending death was strong and it was all I could do not to breakdown then and there, this tender gracious old man who loved me like a son and kept my secret for years was now going to die right in front of me and for all that I could do, there was nothing I could do.  

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Thanks , I love the Quarter and the feel of the place. I knew I had to include it in my backstory.

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

I love your description of NOLA and the mysterious voodoo culture of the city.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

oh no! I just met this character and you're going to kill him off! *le gasp* you're as bad as moffet! >.< no but really Cap'n you've outdone yourself this time very good :) I like this so far and I hope you continue