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The Cane King's Daughter

⭐️Art by @sator-the-wanderer, story by @smokeys-house ⭐️

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✨️Part two TCKD: A Story for Another Time available here✨️

Storms at sea are no rare occurrence. Squalls that sweep ships to their sides may be daunting, but no more so than the tumult of the lives of all folk, land or sea. Captain Whetstone, a self made pirate born on the coast of France, has made rather a name for herself. A large and fluffy brown moomin, she grew up hearing the stories of a free life at sea. 

She sat wide upon a chair in the cabin of her ship. The strain of a pirate's life wore heavily upon her brow. The early days were rife with plunder and excitement, raucous laughter and cheers. She'd made it, or so she would've thought. She'd got the merry life she'd wanted, as for whether it'd be a short one would be up to the rule of law. 

'Perhaps I've been at it too long.' the captain thought to herself. She sighed aloud, staring into the vanity mirror as if looking past herself. "Rouse yerself. Yer a captain, not some layabout on a fishing trip." She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and made for the deck. She'd grown weary of taking scores and the thrill of living on the run.

The crew still aboard The Honeyed Word were working diligently; hauling crates to and from the port, maintaining the ship, or otherwise making themselves useful. Marseille was bustling, lively, and lousy with merchant ships. The local law, while concerned about piracy, were not so eager to challenge those engaged in its splendors. Collecting a bribe was practically by the books in Marseille. It wasn't the pirate haven of Nassau, but at least here she could try to lie low for a while. 

The salted sea air mingled nicely with the smell of cookery and the commotion of working sailors as the captain made rounds amongst what crew remained on deck. 

"Cap'n." A grizzled old hemulen woman wiped the sweat from her brow. "Most of the crew 'ave headed into town. I assume you can simply follow the ruckus if ye be needing to find them." Her voice was coarse and thick, but with a sense of duty. 

"As it happens, I fear I may be in search of drink myself." The captain shielded her eyes from the sun with her paws. "Keep an eye on things for me while I'm gone." 

"Promise me ye don't be up to nothin' foolish. I seen that bored look you been wearin'."

"No foolishness here, Ruthie. Just a quick nip, and maybe a rest in a bed what ain't rollin' on the waves." She patted the hemulen woman on the back with a hearty thud, to which she chuckled mirthfully.

The way into town was fraught with people of all classes and lifestyles; merchants, traders, sailors, simple common folk, rich and poor. Marseille was a well populated city, and drew in people from all over. The captain trod a familiar path to her preferred local pub, one of the few she hadn't been run out of in recent memory. Despite the relative ease with which she carried herself, being spotted by knowing eyes would likely spell trouble, or at the very least more excitement than she was looking for. 

"Didn't think I'd see you in here again, after last time." The barkeep didn't look up from polishing his glass. 

"I'm not sure I remember the last time. Much to see around these parts I'm afraid, sometimes too much." She eyed a table of navy men in the corner as she approached the counter. It was a clean establishment, not necessarily upscale, but it did at least serve the more well-to-do in days long since passed. The place was littered with well crafted furniture and gave an air of high status, but the clientele quickly dimmed the illusion. The velvets adorning curtains and chairs had all faded, and some were torn in spots. 

"What'll you have, Whetstone?"

"That'll be captain Whetstone from you. Pour me anything what ain't rum n' cask-water, and you can call me whatever you like!" The two shared a laugh as the bartender filled two tankards with ale. 

"Word on the street is your boys are already wreaking havoc. Half my usual patrons have made themselves scarce. You've only been in town a couple of days I thought, but from the way folks are talking I would've thought the devil himself had popped up on our doorstep, and made himself at home." 

"Oh, how lovely." Whetstone sighed and eagerly watched the man pour. "I'd have thought by now the folks 'round here would've been dreadfully bored by that sort of thing." She paid for the two drinks and clinked glasses with the bartender. "Not like the navy men do it any different while docked. We're all fixin' t' crack Jenny's teacup!"

"Aye, but your 'Jenny' is more often than not someone else's 'Sally', ye damn dog."

Whetstone raised a finger as she drank deep from her mug. "So long as she's not your Sally I'd say I'd done no wrong. Not my fault no navy men know how to keep a woman in good spirits!" She had a charismatic and an almost musical way of speaking, it was as though everything she said was a line in a play.

"And how might that be, oh great and wise slayer of maidens?" 

"Spirits!" She motioned to the bottles on the shelf behind the bar, sharing a hearty cheer with a few eavesdropping barflies. 

"And what might it be that brings you to Marseille once more?"

"Naught but the wetting of m' whistle and the tireless search fer comp'ny I reckon. I'm not quite so sure, I think I just wanted t' see yer ugly mug once more!"

She spent a few coins and hours there, seemingly wasting the day away. She knew that she wasn't searching for much of anything, and that she was simply tired of the hardships she'd chosen for herself. 'What use is a free life if I can't live it quietly?' She thought. 'All the excitement out t' sea, and all I'm wanting fer is a quiet day indoors.' Perhaps she'd grown weary of her trade, but taking a day for herself surely wasn't what you'd expect if you'd heard the stories about her. 

"That's her right over there. The glum looking gal in the coat." Whetstone's musings were interrupted by murmurs rolling like thunder into jeers. The calm if somewhat gruff environment quickly became rife with tension.

"Seems our mutual friends have spotted a familiar fiend." The barkeep kept his paws busy, still cleaning glasses from patrons past. The captain appeared more tired by the idea than worried, propping herself up on the bar with her arms. 

"You've got some nerve. Swingin' your snout 'round here like it weren't still smellin' of my girl's perfume." The hemulen navy man tucked one thumb into his belt as he approached, glancing over his shoulder back to his fellows. 

" 'fraid I haven't seen your girl since she were someone else's. Last I checked, and likely still, she belonged to herself. Let's keep our paws in our pockets, shall we?" 

"She seems t' think quite highly of you." His words were dripping with venom as he looked the captain up and down. He either had a chip on his shoulder or something to prove. "Turn 'n face me you bilgerat. I'm fixing to see what she thinks is so special!" 

"Quiet over there!" A younger fillyjonk man spoke up from the corner, his face mostly obscured by a hat tilted over it. "Some of us are trying to drink in peace."

"What's it to you, boy? Shut yer gob afore I shut it for you!" The navy man leading the group continued to shout, tensions rising among the men behind him. He grabbed the captain by the collar of her coat. "Don't think even for a second I've not seen your face on them posters. Teachin' you a lesson and gettin' paid for it? Price on you's enough to split with these boys and then some." 

The captain's eyes darted to and fro, seeking any opportunity to turn this around. The navy men must've numbered at least a dozen in total, all surrounding her. Them aside, patrons flanked them on all sides, acting as likely obstacles. Just as the situation was looking its grimmest, a near full glass flew across the room, finding its target to be the head of the man nearest Whetstone. 

That one thrown drink began a large-scale brawl encompassing the entirety of the bar. The glass distracted the leader of the pack long enough for Whetstone to throw the first punch, square in the snout. The rest of the navy men, unable to tell the shouting of patrons from aggressors, and unable to tell who threw the cup, tore through the establishment. Skirmishes filled every corner of the room.  The bartender calmly ducked into a room just behind the bar as it all began to unfold. The captain danced among the crowd, dodging blows and delivering them herself. 

"This way!" Beckoned the be-hatted fillyjonk man, motioning to the alley entrance he was holding open. Whetstone fought her way through the flinging of paws at maws and more thrown drinks, toward the only friendly face in sight. 

Just then, the bartender returned from the storage room behind the counter with a flintlock rifle and pistol in tow. He fired the musket straight into the ceiling, the boom overcoming the sound of the raucous crowd. For a moment, everyone stopped. 

"Out of my bar." He spoke quite plainly, as though it were simply closing time. The navy men stopped their brawling and regained focus, looking about the room for their previously cornered quarry.

"Over there! After her, boys!" The sailors that still stood gave chase, stumbling over chairs and glasses underfoot. 

In all the excitement, the captain had only just made it to the door when the gun went off. Her and her new acquaintance darted alley to alley, their pursuers forcing them through markets and over fences. Though the chase felt to them as intense as any they'd ever seen, it must have been quite the sight to see that many drunkards speedily shambling across town.

The shouting got further and further away, and luckily the throngs of the afternoon crowd began filling the streets once more. If it weren't for the simple fact that the captain hadn't been at the bar for as long as the rest of them, they likely would have caught up to her. She'd wisely abstained from anything too strong while in public, but a belly full of beer hardly makes for good running. With her wits mostly about her, and her ego intact, she'd made good on her escape thanks to a kind stranger. 

Soon after, the busy dockside streets and afternoon sun quickly shifted into wealthy homes and a dimming evening sunset as the two evaded their would-be captors. Once they felt they had lost their assailants, the two caught their breath and the young man calmly led Captain Whetstone to a lovely gated garden bordering the wealthier part of town. It was well kept and filled with vibrant pinks, deep purples and reds, and a sweet floral aroma mixed with the salt of the nearby sea. Ornate metal bars formed a fence, wrapping the exterior of the garden. 

"There's a greenhouse here where we can lie low. I like to come here to get lost for a while." The young man's voice shed pretense for a moment.

"Fine work, lad! And yer sure no nosy gardener's eager to do some midnight pruning?" The captain idly rubbed the petals of a nearby rose as she took in the view. "Posh bit o' living, this. Real pretty, though."

"Didn't think pirates cared for flowers. No, no one'll turn up. This square belongs to a wealthy family, used to be the daughter's. Haven't seen her around here in some time, though."

"We've all got our secrets, lad." She winked as she meandered through the garden to the greenhouse. The moon's rise baked a soft light throughout the interior. She idly rummaged through a cupboard above a potting bench. "Bless me tail! Oy, lad! They've got booze in 'ere! Some fine drink by the look of it. Supposin' the young maiden kept a few secrets, too." She snickered as she uncorked the bottle. She'd sobered a bit since her midday jog, and apparently wasn't eager to continue that trend. 

"What's your name, anyhow? Ya know mine as it seems half of Marseille does these days. Why risk yer life fer a no good pirate?"

"Well… like you said, we all have our secrets, captain."  The young fillyjonk sat upon a stool in the corner, seemingly familiar with the space. Whetstone poured a glass for herself and another for her new friend. The two shared drinks for a while, swapping idle stories late into the evening. The liquor spilled forth as did the relaxation and courage that comes with it. 

"So… you're a pirate, ay?" The man swirled his glass in his paw, not looking up from his drink. "You'd know a thing or two about fighting with a sword, then?" He stood, walking over to the potting bench near where Whetstone sat against the wall. 

"Aye, lad. I'd say I know a thing or two about swingin' a sword. What're ye gettin' at?" She steadied her eyes as they'd just begun to spin, realizing only now the risk of getting too drunk to stand with strangers about. 

"Show me." He tossed her a wooden cutlass from beneath the bench. 

"Secrets, secrets, secrets. My my my..." She caught it deftly, laying it across her lap. "I'm supposin' that's not the only thing y' be hiding from me."

"It's not, but if you beat me, I'll tell all."

"Ha, it'll take more'an that to get me into playfighting a stranger what won't say his name with a wooden toy." 

"Scourge of the seas frightened by a youngblood after just a few drinks?" He used the point of his wooden sword to lift her chin and meet his gaze. Either he'd handled his liquor better than she did, or he was far more cautious than she was.

"Now yer just testing me patience, boy." She pushed aside the sword and finished her drink, rising to her feet. "Ye won't be needing t' set terms fer if'n you win. On account of ye won't. Take the first swing." She stood straight, sword idle in her paw, in an entirely unready stance. She took in a sharp breath, and exhaled slowly. She wasn't unfamiliar with the art of the un-sober sword, but she never did like to lose. 

The man swung, overhead and diagonal to her shoulder. She tucked herself to one side as it flew past and struck the ground. 

"Slow." Captain Whetstone teased. 

He swung again, from left to right, to which she back-stepped. 

"Clumsy." She continued her barbs with a wink.

He thrust at her belly in quick succession, the first one a narrow miss, and the second intercepted by the flat of the captain's wooden blade. 

"Not bad! Once more!" She taunted, now fully engaged. Her feet planted firm and knees bent, she parried blow after blow. He sent out yet another thrust, this time aimed at her chest. 

"Out you go!" She turned his thrust to her outside line and closed in. She turned her point down, pressing the pommel to his ribs, and pushed him out of the greenhouse door into the garden with a shoulder check.

"You're toying with me! Throw a cut at least!" The fillyjonk protested, panting, but on guard after managing to avoid falling flat on his face. 

"Aye lad, I am! But here goes!" She threw a cut at a downward angle to cross his chest, or so it seemed at first. She feinted high, forcing him to guard his head and swung low, giving him a gentle tap on his thigh. "How's that?" She smirked. It was clear he was embarrassed, and perhaps a little upset. His face was red from drink, exertion, and now frustration. He threw several wild strikes out in a vain attempt to land a blow, to which she ducked several. 

"Easy, lad!" She began deflecting his blows, hoping that he'd ease up. He brought his sword up as a club with both hands, over his head, letting out a tense shout as he swung. She blocked it static and right between the two of them, holding the bind. She turned her point under and went for a disarm, tossing his sword aside. Just as soon as his sword hit the ground, as did he, with a swift push on the chest from the captain. She stood over the fillyjonk, pointing her sword at his chest. 

The fillyjonk's hat tumbled back, spilling forth long dark curls, previously tied back with ribbons that had since gone astray. The moonlight soaked into the fillyjonk's fur and hair, cascading shadows from the flowers that she had tumbled into upon onto her muzzle. The contrast between the bright blue flowers, her dark, rolling hair and the soft brown of her fur mirrored that of the shore and a stormy sea. To the captain, she was the very visage of romance. Perhaps it was the light of the moon, or the thrill of the fight, or even the blur of the booze, but she became immediately enamored.

"Well strike me pink! Hell hath no fury, eh? Now the question is, who scorned a bonny lass like you?"  The captain lowered her sword, wearing a surprised grin on her face. "I'm supposin' now would be a good time to cash in on my winnings."

The evening stretched on into night, bringing with it the still presence of the full moon and the quiet breeze carried in from offshore. The night air was cool, and just comfortably so. 

"My name's Marion." The fillyjonk acquiesced, true to her word. "Marion Cartier. It's my rum we've been spilling all night." She crossed her legs as she sat upon the cobblestone amongst the flowers. 

"And this here'd be your garden then? The daughter o' the house as you'd said it. It's beautiful." She cupped the bulb of a flower in her paw. "If yer the daughter of a wealthy family, what business had ye in a bar like that one?" 

"Same business I had in having a private garden. An escape." 

"An' what was that bit afore I pushed y' down? Figure you'd take me in fer the bounty alive after gettin' me liquor'd up?"

"No… it's not that it's just…" Marion hesitated before answering, burning with embarrassment and the rum in her belly. Eventually she settled on telling the truth. "My father was right."

Captain Whetstone sat just across from her, light-heartedly rolling her eyes. "I'm supposin' that's got a story behind it. Night's young and I've nowhere better t' be, might as well let it out."

"He'd have me fall in line or sell me off just the same. If it's not helpful to his business, it hardly matters what I want." 

"Yer a grown woman, can't ye just use all that money o' yers to get yerself a place by yer lonesome? 'S what I'd do."

"The man practically owns me. I won't see any money that doesn't sit in his paws until I take up the mantle." 

"...And the swords?" Whetstone was quick to dismiss the woes of the wealthy and continued sating her curiosity with questions. Despite the blooming feeling in her chest, she still found it difficult to feel sympathy for rich folk.

"Father fancies himself a duelist. I'm… I thought I could get to know him better if I could get him to see me." She eyed her paws, rubbing the areas hardened into calluses by many hours of practice. "Told me it wasn't worth my time to wield a sword. Told me I'd be good for nothing if it wasn't for the family business."

The captain looked over at the wooden swords lying on the ground and cocked her head to the side. "Those ain't dueling swords, lassie. That's a cutlass."

Marion's eyes stayed focused on her hands despite the captain's piercing gaze and raised eyebrow. Silence filled the space for a moment.

"I've uh… I'm not quite sure how to uhm… it's rather embarrassing, I fear. Given present company, especially."

"Spill yer beans. I've drank too much t' sleep now fer fear of hangover. An' it's far too long a night yet fer keepin' secrets. B'sides, I won, remember?" Whetstone laid up against a tree and began picking her teeth with one of her claws.

"You must promise not to laugh."

"Miss Marion, I hadn't realized we were school girls! I ain't laughin' now, but I sure could use a good'un, out with it."

"I thought I could be a pirate. Or a privateer. Something on the sea that isn't in the navy. I'd take off as a stowaway on one of my father's ships with a few good men and strike out on my own."

"If that's yer cover fer trying t' claim my bounty it sure is the most… creative ruse anyone's drummed up against me." 

"I'm not trying to claim the bounty! Even if I was, you'd have killed that dream along with the one you're stepping on now." Marion paused for a short while, composing herself. The frustration in her voice was joined ever so slightly by the sound of tears beginning to well up.  

"Ah, I'm sorry lass, but it's a mite hard to think of someone like yerself at sea… y' need more'an just a few good men and some sword swingin' skills. It's a rough life out there."

"But it's a free one. The sea keeps men honest… in a way. There's bluster, sure, like anywhere else. But the sea asks that you prove it, and I aim to." 

"Aye… ye can't lie to her none, this I know." The captain looked to the sky, feeling a flutter in her chest. She was reminded of her youth, and the first time she felt the call to the sea. Though it hadn't been too many years, most pirates don't last more than a few. "You'll find yer way. The bold ones always do." 

The conversation bled into thoughtful silence, the pair quietly ruminating on past and future. The captain balanced a near empty bottle on her knee, watching the liquor shift and roll within. She examined the label, taking in the details. A mustachioed fillyjonk gentleman wielding a bundle of sugarcane like a royal scepter sat cross-legged upon a throne also made of sugarcane. In his other paw, a coconut prepared to be a chalice. 

"Cartier's Cane King rum blend…" Whetstone continued eyeing the bottle, comparing the fillyjonk on the label with her new friend. "Tell me, what did you say yer name was again?"

–

Captain Whetstone awoke with the early afternoon sun baking into her fur upon a makeshift bed within the greenhouse she had stayed the night before. Her coat had been draped over her like a blanket, and her head was pounding. She stood and stretched, remembering the night prior. 

"I swear I fell asleep in the garden, though…" She thought aloud as she surveyed her surroundings. A note penned in fine handwriting sat upon the potting bench, and was tented neatly.

Ms. Whetstone

I should think you capable of reading seeing as you're a captain. You've given me much to think about. I've many choices to make. I apologize for leaving you unattended, but it's as I said that no one visits my garden. 

I intend to convince my father to teach me about sailing. I'll tell him it's for to learn the family business, and that ought to be enough. Of course, you and I know the reasons why well enough. The next time you see me, it might be out at sea.

I took the liberty of coaxing you into the greenhouse for a more private rest. I've a busy morning to come. 

It was a pleasure meeting you. 

-M

"Coaxed me into the..?" The captain was much too heavy to lift. She imagined Marion rolling her on her side like a big fluffy barrel as she slept. She would've been beet red if it weren't for her thick fur. She donned her coat, shook off the embarrassment, and tucked the note into her pocket. With the morning ending and the afternoon just beginning, she thought it prudent to check in with the crew and nurse her hangover with a late breakfast.��

Rumors of yesterday's excitement had reached every ear, and just as quickly sank into the sand like waves upon the shore. The king's navy almost always had reason to cause a stir and rarely did it ever go quietly, but with such frequency it joined the day's monotony. A chilled breeze and shapely dark clouds portended a storm to come, though the warmth of the sun persisted for the moment. The docks were alive as always, folks walking shoulder to shoulder, hardly taking note of one another. The cacophony of cooking, trading, buying, and selling rang through the air. The cumulative hangover was just beginning to peak as Captain Whetstone sat down to eat beneath an awning at a dockside restaurant. Through the din of the crowd, she could almost make out the song of seabirds and waves lapping on the shore. She didn't take to being in public well, but the liveliness of the docks drawing eyes off of her bought her a modicum of peace. This peace was short-lived, as a garishly overdressed fillyjonk man cut a path around him through the crowd, speaking loudly and with no lack of self-importance. He moved dramatically, as though he was performing a dance, spinning and gesturing flamboyantly.

"What fortuitous timing, you wishing to take up the family business. As it so happens, I've dealings with a gentleman from Curaçao this very afternoon!" 

"Yes, well… I was hoping to start with more on the transportation side of things. Learning to sail ships and the like. I've been doing much reading on the subject." A timid, familiar voice followed shortly after him. 

"Hmm? Oh, of course. I'm sure he'll be just as happy with that if all goes well. Regardless, Marion, how does 'Cartier's Cane King Curaçao blend' sound to you? Bold? Alliterative? Lively? Perhaps, too lively, do you think?" His exaggerated manner of speaking sounded as though all must hear. It was difficult to tell whether he was advertising to the world or simply lost within himself. 

"Who will be happy with that?" Marion rounded the corner, catching up with her father. She was dressed in deep blues, in an outfit that portrayed her wealthy standing and matched her father. The duo stopped perpendicular to the restaurant Whetstone was eating at, looking out at a few ships along the dock. 

"That one there's a wild'un." The captain nudged a nearby patron with her elbow. "Drinks like a sailor 'n aims to be one." The patron patently ignored her idle musings upon seeing they were pointed at the wealthy young woman, assuming it to be a joke with no punch line. She snorted out a quick laugh to herself when comparing Marion's current clothes to her getup the other night. She decided it best to keep her nose out of it and went about finishing her meal. 

"The gentleman from Curaçao, my dear."

"And why should it matter to him whether I learn to sail?" Marion's confusion began to mix with her growing concern. 

"Well you are to be married, after all. I should think him quite pleased to marry a sailor if he needn't a homemaker." He removed his watch from his pocket and stared impatiently at it for a moment. The watch and the fob were both silver that shone bright against the deep blues of his shimmering waistcoat. He slicked his hair back with his paw as Marion stood dumbfounded. 

"Have you no shame?! Selling your daughter off for sugar and spirits! I would think a man of your status would at least have the guts to tell his own daughter about such an arrangement prior. We're done here!" Marion balled her paws into fists, turning to walk away. Just as she turned she felt a tug at the back of her shirt. Her father pulled her back forcefully, turning her to face him. 

"We're done when I say we're done." He scolded under his breath, eyeing passersby in the hopes they hadn't seen his family matters turned public. He placed his paws upon her shoulders, holding her in place. 

"Get off me!" Marion shouted, batting his arms away and making an attempt to flee. Just as she escaped his grasp, he raised his arm high. 

Slap

Captain Whetstone looked up from her breakfast in time to see Mr. Cartier backhand Marion, who stumbled into a stack of tin plates and other dinnerware atop some crates, sending them clattering to the ground. The ruckus drew everyone's attention. Marion's father stood over her and shook his head. He took a clearly practiced stance, placing his hand disdainfully upon his brow, with the other resting on his hip. 

Whetstone shook her head as she slammed her utensils onto the table. She stood abruptly, and threw her chair to the ground as she stomped over to the scene. Without so much as a word, she raised her paw and delivered a powerful open palmed slap to Mr. Cartier's cheek. He crumpled to the ground, both from the surprise of being slapped and from the sheer force of such a large moomin. 

"I'll not have ye befoul my breakfast. Treatin' a young woman, let alone yer own daughter like that. Despicable." She spoke at him gruffly as she helped the young fillyjonk up onto her feet. Marion, awestruck and utterly confused by all of the events that had just transpired, simply stood behind Whetstone. 

"I won't.. take that… from a brute like you!" He panted as he struggled both to speak and to stand back up. 

"Aye, I imagine ye won't. And I don't be takin' nothin' from some fop exceptin' what's in his coffers. Scurry off out, ye bilgerat. I've got a devil of a hangover and I won't be wasting my time on the likes of ye."

"I'll have you arrested! Assault! Assault!" He shouted to the crowd forming around the trio. Much to his chagrin, the group seemed far more interested in seeing a pirate shake down a wealthy man than they were in coming to his aid. 

"Guards! Gendarmerie! Somebody help!" The captain mockingly shouted in a pitiful voice. She spat to the ground near the man. "You think the law around here cares? Look around you. The people who carry your crates fer a coin. The folks who you exploit. Whingeing like that only works on folk what got food in their bellies." She stepped uncomfortably close to him, looking just down on him from a head above his height. "Anything left worth sayin', or are we done here?" The man could only look back at her with glassy eyes, stunned into brief silence. 

"That's what I thought." Whetstone began to walk back to her table when she heard above the shocked whispers of the crowd, the distinct sound of a leather glove being thrown to the ground. 

"A duel. You've thoroughly disrespected me and I'll not have the Cartier name besmirched by a ruffian like yourself." 

The crowd ooh-ed and aah-ed at the prospect. More folks gathered around, wishing to see what the gathering was for.

"What? Here and now? But I 'aven't even finished breakfast." She stopped only long enough to respond as she continued her stride to her table, not even turning to face him. Her gait was immediately interrupted by another leather glove, this one being tossed directly at the back of her head. 

"A coward and a glutton! Afraid to challenge the famed fencing of Jules Cartier! I simply must laugh! Aha! Aha!" He forced out an almost theatrical laugh as he puffed out his chest. It seemed to him the world was a stage, and the thing he feared most was losing the audience. There was hardly a moment he wasn't scanning the surrounding group for approval.

"You'll be wantin' to be careful with what you say next.'' Captain Whetstone growled as she balled her paws into fists, turning to face him once more. "I didn't come to Marseille to kill a rich boy. I came to make merry and sell the scores I took from ponces like you!" She stepped in closer once more, slow and with intention. "Y' have no idea who yer talkin' to, do ya?" Her gravelly voice rumbled. 

"From the smell of it, a drunkard. And from the look of it, a buffoon!" His confidence, though shaken, had returned as he began to shake off the slap. He dabbed at his cheek with a pocket square, and straightened his jacket. 

"She's a pirate captain, father, don't do this!" Marion pleaded. 

"Quiet, Marion!" Jules snapped. "This isn't one of your storybooks!" 

"From the papers! Must you embarrass yourself at every opportunity? She's wanted and very, very dangerous!" 

Whetstone shot her a flattered, knowing look. "Ha! Did y' hear that one, Jules?" She thumped her chest before tucking her arms behind her head with a cocky smirk. "Very… very dangerous." Her gaze was piercing, albeit smug. She was practically inviting him to hit her knowing full well that he wouldn't allow himself to be seen in such a light.

"A duel! I demand it! Face me or be branded forever a coward!" Jules' obstinations were increasingly childlike. 

"As you like it, sugarboy. If I win, yer daughter goes her own way. And you pay off whatever price they got on m' head in Marseille. We fight to first blood, I'm not killing a man in front of his daughter. You let me know the time and place, Cartier. Send someone a'callin' down near this here restaurant. I'll be waitin'." The Captain parted the crowd as she passed. She righted her chair and sat back down, continuing her meal.

"Three days time. When I win, I'll be taking your bounty, and whichever rotten tub you floated in on. Live it up while you still can, Whetstone. You're about to make me even richer." 

Captain Whetstone simply waved as he made his exit, her mouth full. Jules departed, entirely forgetting his daughter and the man from Curaçao. Marion, now the sole focus of a murmuring crowd, rushed to the table her would-be savior sat at.  

"You complete and utter fool!" She slammed her paws down onto the table just across the captain. "You can't just go around inserting yourself into any old trouble you like!" 

"That's a laugh right there." She swallowed her bite. "I seem to recall someone inserting themselves into trouble on my account just the other day. She looked a lot like you, matter o' fact... Took me fer a stroll in the garden in the pale moonlight." She took her last bite and set her utensils on her plate. 

Marion slumped into a nearby chair, placing her head in her hands as the previously interested onlookers began to disperse. There were a few disappointed sighs, and life seemed to return to business as usual. 

"You've no idea what you've done. Not that you'd care if you did, seems you've no thought beyond fun and fortune." She repeatedly cleared her hair from her face, looking into the table rather than across it to the woman now responsible for her fate.

"It's only to first blood, mate. I'll give yer dear ol' dad a good scratch and a scar to remember me by, and you get to goin' on whatever it is you'd like from then on. You've seen what I can do first-hand. It won't be but a quick bout." 

"And I've seen what he can do, as well. He's a liar and a no-good cheat, but a proper duelist through and through. If you win I'll be on the street, and if he wins I'll be married off and you'll be in prison or worse in no small part on my behalf." Her brow furrowed. Her life had capsized and was now in the paws of a scruffy outlaw.

The captain took a small pouch from her belt and laid a few coins on the table near her plate, then slid the pouch over to Marion. 

"I'm sorry, lass. I just can't sit idle 'round men like him. When yer out t' sea, aboard and abroad, y' get to thinkin' all manner o' things 'bout the way folks get on… Whole lot that don't make much sense. I don't know to make a social call by now. I don't know nothin' but me own code." She took a heavy sigh, pulling a long smoking pipe from her coat and chewing on the stem. "Take that there coin and put yerself up some place nice a while. It'll be a payday fer us both 'fore it's over, I promise ye that." 

Marion sat quietly, gripping tight the pouch of doubloons. She wasn't sure what else to say, let alone what else to do. Captain Whetstone trodded off toward her ship, head full of thoughts and ache. Marion followed her not long after. 

"Something more y'need from a… how'd you put it? A 'complete fool' like me?" The moomin turned her head over her shoulder at the woman sulking just behind her.

"You are many things. A rapscallion, a scallywag, a ne'er-do-well, but I fear I spoke unfairly of you in calling you a fool. One of the many things you are now, however, is responsible for me." She sighed deeply. "Whether or not you like it."

"Yer yer own woman ain'tchya? Can go as ye please, afore at least three days are up. I don't be needin' t' look after you." She chuckled. 

"Consider it the price you pay for today's events, and my penance for yesterday's. I hardly think it wise to be anywhere my father could reach me at the moment."

"Won't be fur off my tail. Yer welcome aboard as long as you can stomach it!" She slapped her on the back, knocking her forward a bit as the duo made way to The Honeyed Word. "Hardly the worst punishment I've seen in all me days, 'avin a lass like you aboard." 

The next three days brewed a strange energy for all around. Word got out about the incident at the docks, likely in part due to Jules' boasting. It wasn't enough for him to duel and beat a lowly pirate, nor befitting of his reputation. Whetstone's wanted posters had enjoyed a fearsome makeover, at Mr. Cartier's request. She now appeared monstrous, though devilishly handsome. Her bounty was attributed to both deeds she had done, and now tales some have told. Even in opposition, the fillyjonk could not be associated with the ills and ails of a true and "ugly" world. He did not just want to restore his reputation, he wanted to cement himself as a hero by defeating a villain. Criers, newsmen, even housewives and barflies were alight and giddy over the upcoming duel. A legendary scoundrel pirate versus a noble and upstanding upper crust citizen.

Word had reached the captain's crew by now, who were mostly uneasy toward their new found glory. Being a famous criminal still makes one a criminal, and being famous makes one a target. They'd watched as their normally steadfast captain had begun fawning over a rich young lady, while showing her the ropes as it were. Their new guest had been enjoying the captain's fineries and with none of the work to earn it. The pair spent much of the three days aboard romping about clad in silk, delighting in drink and distraction alike. If it weren't for the prize of having their charges cleared and paid off by someone with deep pockets, and the captain's usually fair treatment, a mutiny might've been in order. There'd been no talk of plans, and any crew that interrupted the captain were brushed off or turned away. It seemed as though their luck would soon run out if their captain remained lovestruck.

Tensions rose onshore surrounding the Cartier business as well, but as tensions rose, so too did the profits. The money minded men of Marseille had begun buying up as much Cane King rum as suited them. Some stocked up to resell and others to enjoy, but all were buying thanks to the sudden and fervent advertising of Mr. Cartier. He'd sent out servants swinging sample trays to swill all over town. The collective drunkenness among citizens alongside the excitement of recent events made for a city wide spectacle. It seemed duels and drinks drove sales and sail alike. 

The buzz surrounding the affair became the calm before the storm on the day of. A party sent by the challenger arrived at the docks in the early afternoon along with a parade of onlookers. The usual liveliness of the harbor was instead abated by prolonged eager silence, joined only by the lapping of the waves and the stomping of boots. 

"Captain Whetstone!" A pair of whompers shouted at each ship they passed, waiting a moment before moving on to the next. They looked for her at the restaurant as she had requested, but she never arrived. The challenger's party consisted of two whompers dressed in deep blues featuring ornate silver trim, a large and muscular hemulen clad almost entirely in leather, and a nibling carrying a long red velvet box. Down the docks they shouted, and down the docks more and more onlookers followed shortly behind. 

"Captain Whetstone!" The whompers cried, over and over above the murmurs that had begun to swell. The captain, still fast asleep in her quarters, awoke with a start. 

"Who wa- is… wha..whasit you want!" She stumbled to her feet, eyes squinted, an empty bottle tumbling from atop her to the floor. She quickly realized the voice was coming from outside the ship, and fastened a robe around her waist. Marion awoke from the commotion as well, following Whetstone's lead. The pair exited the captain's quarters to the sour faces of an armed and ready crew. 

The first mate of The Honeyed Word, an older hemulen woman by the name of Ruth, spoke up from between puffs on her pipe. "I imagine that's fer you Cap'n. They've like to come a'callin' on her account." She motioned to Marion. 

"I imagine so, too, aye. Worry not, I ain't steered you lot wrong yet, 'ave I?" Whetstone winked, and made for the deck, Ruth and Marion following just behind. The mood was tense, and not all of the crew were sure of their captain's judgements as of late. She arrived at the railing, rubbing the sleep from her eyes to see dozens upon dozens of folk, all waiting on her. The leather clad hemulen, who had presumably been hired muscle, shook his head at the sight of the supposed legendary pirate dressed in a frilly nightgown and robe. 

"What do ye want?" The captain shouted. 

"Captain Whetstone!" The whompers cried once more in unison. The nibling in the party opened his velvet case to reveal a long brass horn, about three times his size. He set up a tripod and rested the other end of the horn on it. The small creature drew a deep breath before filling the air with a short, but very very loud melody. The muscular hemulen covered his ears, and shook his head once more. "You've been summoned to duel the great Jules Cartier at his manor! We shall escort you!" The whompers bowed.

Marion appeared just behind the captain, wrapping her arm around the small of her back. She was similarly dressed in a silk robe and nightgown. In her other paw, she held a steaming teacup, and passed it along to Whetstone, who took a long, slow sip. 

"But we 'aven't even had breakfast!" The moomin protested loudly.

"It's past noon!" The hemulen mercenary shouted, palming his face, and shaking his head once more before storming off. He parted the crowd, grumbling to himself on the way out. The nibling took up his horn once more, apparently announcing the departure of one of their party, much to the dismay of the gathered crowd's ears. 

Ruth approached the duo, dropping on the deck just behind them their clothes, and the captain's sword with an unceremonious thud. "Don't be comin' back if ye don't win." She spit to the side.

"When I do come back, we'll be 'avin' words, Ruthie. Strong ones, too, I reckon. Mind yer tongue 'round yer captain." Whetstone began to put on her boots.

"If only ye could mind yers 'round whatever gal ye be fancyin' of late. Wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't fer you. Now the whole of Marseille wants a look at us, and the whole of the world wants the price on our heads. Keep yer promises, cap. Er I'll be keepin' 'em fer you." She headed below deck.

"Whaddaya reckon that means, Marion?" She looked around, puzzled.

"I imagine it was pretty straightforward, but you pirates are a bit hard to understand sometimes. Verbally, I mean." 

The captain wheezed and laughed loudly, wiping a tear from her eye. "That we are!" She continued to get ready. "Anyway don't ye be worryin' about her, either. Everyone's a mite worked up I imagine. She's stubborn, but she's a good'un." She tossed her robe and nightgown onto the deck of the ship as she hopped over to the side of the ship to the dock. 

The whompers were still in their bowed position, and a large chunk of the crowd had begun to disperse before hearing the captain's boots slam onto the wood. She had only dressed halfway up, boots, slops, a sash, a belt and sword. Her thick fur was disheveled and unkempt, an appearance apparently befitting the crowd's idea of a pirate. Ooh's and ahh's once more took shape, whispers and whistling as well. She began pulling her shirt on as she approached her would-be escort crew, coat draped across her arm. Marion shortly after hopped over, dressed quite unlike she had when she'd arrived. She rushed to the captain's side, attempting to avoid the gaze of the murmuring crowd for too long. The challenger's party parted a path as they beckoned the duo along quietly. 

Marseille was silent and empty, shopkeeps shuddered their windows and covered their stalls, passersby rushed indoors, and the captain swaggered through the streets en route to her duel. Deep blue ribbons and brightly colored bits of decor began cluttering their path to Cartier Manor. Though sparse at first, upon nearing the manor proper, the whole of the area was densely decorated. Rugs and flower petals lined the walkway, and whatever surface could have something hanging from it, did. Red roses and white lilies were bouqueted and affixed opposite each other. Even the balconies of houses unaffiliated to the Cartier name had wreaths hung from them. The early afternoon sun baked the clouds in front of it as they gathered, and it seemed as though the sky would open up any minute. The air was humid and filled with the scent of loose flower petals being crushed underfoot, alongside the distant rains. 

The nibling rushed ahead as fast as his little feet would carry him, horn in tow. He set up  his tripod just outside a bespoke iron gate. Just beyond the gate was a vast open courtyard, filled to capacity with all manner of folk, many of which were dressed in finery.

"I'm a mite hazy, but, is yer dad always this.. dramatic?" Whetstone covered her face as she whispered to Marion. 

"Seemingly more so than usual these days. This, I'd say, is less dramatic and more… absurd? Honestly I've given up attempting to understand the man."

 "This way, Captain Whetstone." The whompers once again spoke in unison. They led her just to the side as they ushered the rest of the guests, Marion included, in through the gates. The nibling blasted the same tune as before as each made their way into the courtyard. 

"So I'm not goin' that way?" The captain said, pointing across the fence. 

"No!" The whompers said, cheerfully. Their smiles almost perfectly matched one another, along with just about everything else about them. They seemed as though they were simply pleased to be involved. 

"Can y' tell me which way I am goin'?"

"No!" They cheered once more.

The trio stood for a few more minutes as the nibling welcomed more guests with his horn. 

"Can I go in now?" The captain scratched behind her ears. Her tone was playful, but she was starting to get impatient.

"No!" They sounded almost the same every time. Captain Whetstone gave up and leaned against the fence, arms crossed. She wasn't worried about being late to the duel, nor really very much about the duel itself. The whole affair was turning out far more posh than she had imagined, and with each decoration and each passing upper crust guest, she became less and less worried. She gave into idle thought for a moment. Her mind chose distractions of all kinds, but more and more her mind wandered back to Marion. Had she made the right choice to interfere when she did that day at the docks? Had she done right by her so far? What would become of her next?  

"Ahem" 

"Wah!" Whetstone shouted, recoiling from the sudden interruption. "Who'sat!" She caught herself on the fence. 

A muddler with very long droopy ears dressed in a most garish fashion held her paw out in front of her. Her hat was massive and had a large feather sticking out from it, along with several other adornments. She wore several pin cushions in various places, and a chatelaine of sewing materials hung from her hip. 

"Ahem." She continued to hold out a paw to shake in greeting.

"What? Am I in yer way, or..?"

"Ahem. It's my name."

"What's yer name?" 

"Ahem!" 

"What?!"

The muddler sighed. "My name. My name is Ahem. As in hemming garments. It's what I do. I'm a tailor." She motioned to her collection of sewing tools and accessories.

"Taylor? But I thought y' said yer name was Ahem?"

Ahem patently ignored her. "Mr. Cartier has requested that you come along with me for the time being. Preparations for the… un-seam-ly events to come."

"...right." The captain squinted. "And will there be more sewing puns?"

"We'll put a pin in that one for now." 

"Yer too quick fer me, lass!" She laughed out loud. She was beginning to enjoy herself. Things had taken quite the turn from the serious to the silly, and she was along for the ride.

"Quick indeed." She grabbed the captain by the arm, taking her to a room just inside the manor around the outside of the courtyard. The room was littered with fabric, tools, and mannequins of all shapes and sizes. One of the mannequins featured a fillyjonk-esque head with a familiar mustache made to resemble Jules. 

"Rich bastard's got his own uhh… what do ye even call a room like this? Sewing dungeon?" Whetstone fiddled with just about everything in her path as Ahem snapped back and forth with her measuring tape across the captain's moominous form. 

"Mr. Cartier has appointed me to make a coat for you. Something a little less stolen and salt soaked. He wants you to look flashy for his big day." She rolled her eyes. 

"Big day. Pffft." She blew a raspberry. "Also I'll have you know I bought this one." She said, putting extra emphasis on the last two words. 

"Pffft indeed." Ahem pulled aside a curtain revealing a tall and nicely rounded mannequin. Upon it was a coat fit for a pirate, though very well made and quite fancy. It was entirely black save for the trim, cuffs, and pocket covers that were a deep dark red, with shining gold buttons and an interior lining of red and gold paisley. A cutlass crossed with a rose was embroidered on the left breast. She snatched it off the mannequin and draped it over the captain's shoulders. "Go on, see how it fits. Your measurements seem almost exactly what I thought they'd be." 

"It's quite lovely!" She put the coat on, pulling the sleeves over her arms. She jumped and jogged in place, bent down to touch her toes and stretched her arms. Then she mimicked punching, drawing and swinging a sword, and climbing the riggings of a ship. She pretended to draw her pistol with a flourish and blew the smoke from its imaginary barrel, and then curtsied meekly.  "Fits great! Oh, one more thing." She walked up to the Jules mannequin and planted her feet. She drew her arm back and delivered a hearty slap just as she had the first time. "It's perfect, actually." The head of the mannequin tumbled to the floor.

"Three days is hardly long enough to craft something perfect. Let alone an entire ensemble that turns a ruffian into a posh pirate renegade as Mr Cartier suggested. So you'll have to make due with only the coat I'm afraid."

"Wait, three days? He asked y' to make a coat on the day that I slapped 'im?" She let out a single loud laugh. "I musta knocked something loose! How'd ye get m' measurements, anyhow?"

"Followed you around."

"But I hardly left m' ship after that business, how'd y-"

"You left four times, actually. Two of which you brought back food and wine."

"Ha! Typical. I like you, Ahem, yer fun! An' this coat is perfectly made t' measure, most folks miss just how big I am 'round the middle. You've got me thanks." 

"You know, I think that might be the first time I've gotten a genuine compliment the entire time I've spent under the employ of Mr. Cartier. Go give him hell, captain." She smiled, pushing the moomin gently on her back towards the door. "Oh, but do mingle a bit first. I don't think Jules is quite done making a fool of himself yet. I'm sure he'll call for you." She began packing things into a large trunk.

Not long after, the strange events at Cartier Manor continued to unfold. Captain Whetstone found herself in the courtyard, and Marion in turn found her as well. Refreshments were being served on trays carried by servants in bright blue vests. The pair sat at a table under a parasol, similar settings littered the yard alongside tents, rugs, and a veritable ship's load of furniture. All of this surrounded a large stage, adorned with deep blue ribbons and flowers. 

"That's a fine coat you've found yourself." Marion eyed the embroidery, sitting across from Captain Whetstone.

"Aye? A gift from yer old man I s'pose. Funny seamstress gal made it." She lifted it to show off the liner. "Yer house is massive! Just you lot live there?"

The captain made musings about this, that, and the other, chatting idly with Marion. Time stretched on, and the outing began to seem much less like a duel, and much more like a garden party. With each offered hors d'oeuvre, the captain took at least one of each thing, most of which she tried and set aside without finishing. She did, however, finish each flute of champagne that was brought by. 

The captain held a glass at eye level, staring at the champagne within, boredom getting the better of her. "Marion, how do ye reckon they get the bubbles in th–"

"Welcome, all!"  A voice boomed from the stage, commanding everyone's attention. "Today marks a momentous and fateful occasion." Jules' theatrical manner of speaking finally suited the situation. 

He had chosen an outfit of deep blues and bright whites, with silver buttons. Each article bore a motif of white lilies, trimmed with shimmering silver. The calves and sleeves of his outfit were tight and fitted, while the rest was loose and flowing. All of it was made of a shiny satin exterior, and he wore a large and gallant cape upon his shoulders. It was no doubt the work of the same tailor of Whetstone's coat. His hair was slicked back, and his mustache was waxed into perfect, symmetrical points. Behind him stood a short and portly older moomin, with a curly powdered wig. He was dressed similarly to Mr Cartier, though much simpler and with a brooch bearing the symbol of the King's navy. 

"Today, we bring a close to the scourge upon the seas. I, Jules Cartier, am to end the career of a pirate that has so long plagued the open waters." Not a word left his lips without some manner of posing added to it. Bravado seemed a natural calling for him. "But I, ladies and gentlemen, am no brute! We duel today only to first blood. I have called upon the aid of Governor Woodes Rogers, an experienced pirate hunter, to take down alongside me the infamous Captain Whetstone!" 

Gasps were shared by the crowd, most of whom had likely never heard of Rogers nor Whetstone before the last few days. Jules was building drama for a performance, and the audience was absolutely enraptured. 

"Should your hero prevail today, Miss Whetstone will voluntarily turn herself in at my behest. The streets of Marseille will no longer be subject to her whims, and its surrounding seas shall stand as an affront to all pirates who would dare approach!" 

Rogers, the moomin standing behind Jules, stepped forward. He unfurled an almost comically long document and cleared his throat. "Captain Whetstone, of her own free will, submits heretofore under the crown and will be granted clemency for all acts perpetrated during her stints as a pirate, and shall be pressed into service of the king's navy, or be jailed at once and in perpetuity remain. Here listed are her many crimes, and associated parties-"

"You needn't continue reading Mr Rogers. They can see how long that page is." Jules interrupted. 

"Am I going crazy?" Marion whispered across the table to Whetstone. "I mean I know it's been three days. But it's only been three days. A garden party is one thing, but to organize all of this?" She rested her head in her paws for a moment.

"I don't even think that there's the real Woodes Rogers." She squinted at the man from her seat. "Last I heard it, he were bankrupt or some such. Sued by his own crew. Ought t' be down n' out, not out n' about putzing around France." She searched her pockets for her pipe, remembering that she wasn't wearing her old coat. "That page he's got is like as any t' be blank I'd bet."

"Captain Whetstone, to the stage if you would!" Jules shouted, finishing his speech. 

Marion looked across the table, only now showing her fear. "Be careful up there. He's quicker than he looks." 

"It'll be over 'fore ye know it, lass. If yer dad wants to put on a show fer these folk, then I say let's give 'em a show." She picked up her champagne flute, and swaggered up to the stage. She took her place across from Jules.

"The fearsome pirate captain, Whetstone. Ruffian. Ne'er-do-well. Scoundrel and scallywag. You've plundered your way through the seas and sewn chaos among the citizenry, but that all ends today." Jules once again performed for the audience rather than speaking.

"Aye. All that n' more. And none of it could sate the devil inside me." She growled, mostly unconvincingly. She was, at best, unseasoned as an actor. 

"You're drunk!" Jules said, tugging on a pair of leather gloves. 

"An' yer annoying!"

"Name your second." 

"My what?" The captain shot him a puzzled look. 

"Your second. Someone you trust to bear witness to the duel. Have you never had a proper duel in your life? And yet how many have fallen to your sword alone? How barbaric." Jules rolled his eyes. 

"Ah. Marion'll do it. She's good like that, seems despite yer efforts t' the contrary, you've raised a very capable young woman."

Jules flinched, balling his hands into fists as the captain shouted for Marion to join them on stage. He swallowed his anger, and continued the show. The moomin who may or may not have been Woodes Rogers presented a velvet box, and a servant presented another. They opened the lids revealing one to have within it a set of ornate dueling pistols with pearlescent grips. The other box contained two sideswords decorated with gold engravings upon their blades. 

"The challenged may choose the weapons. The seconds shall inspect the weapons to ensure fairness and quality. Once we are all in agreeance, we shall separate ten or twenty paces, face one another, and the duel can begin in earnest upon the signal of each second." Jules delivered his clearly practiced lines to the crowd. 

"Well I meant what I said. I won't be killin' a man in front o' his own daughter. No pistols. First blood." 

"Swords it is, then. Ten paces instead." 

"I ain't usin' one o' yer swords neither. I made this cutlass and ye won't part me from it." She removed her sword from her belt, handing it to Marion, who had just arrived on stage. "You and yer second can inspect that'un." 

"Very well, captain. I suppose I should have expected no less from a pirate." His words were intensely venomous, annunciating each word with a pompous anger. He turned to face the audience. "The pirate has elected to use her own, crude blade even within the context of a gentlemanly duel!" This elicited whispers from the crowd.

Jules paid no mind to Marion as she presented Whetstone's sword to him and his second. They looked at it for only a moment and both scoffed, despite its elegance and craftsmanship. The captain and her second both carefully examined Jules' blade, finding no flaw or alterations. They agreed, and each took their sword as they took their place on stage. The crowd was silent, and the sound of thunder echoing in the distance was joined only by the footsteps of the two duelists as they took their paces.

Jules held his sword point up, taking a dueling stance as he measured each pace. The captain had returned her sword to its scabbard, and was still holding her flute of champagne. She took each step as though she were crossing stones in a river, occasionally pretending to lose her balance playfully as she watched the audience. 

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. 

With each step Marion's heart raced, she feared for her future, and for her newfound freedom. She'd found a fondness these last three days and had mostly forgotten her anger to her father until she met with him once more on stage. 

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. 

Jules gripped his sword tightly, eager to rewrite himself as a hero to the people of Marseille. He turned in his position, waiting for the signal from the seconds. The captain turned as well, sword sheathed, glass in hand. 

"At your will, Mr Rogers." Marion stood beside him near the rear of the stage, out of the duelists' way. Her voice was shaky.

"Begin!" Woodes Rogers shouted without hesitation.

Jules lowered himself, rushing into a full sprint. 

The captain tossed her glass into the air, straight. She drew her cutlass quick as lightning, and with incredible speed and precision, cut the stem from the bell. As the glass descended, she caught it in her paw. The audience gasped, a few even squealed as the base sailed far off into the crowd. 

Jules stopped in his tracks for a moment, on guard. It was too late to back out now, despite the impressive display. 

She took a long, protracted sip before gently setting the unharmed top half of the glass onto the stage upside down next to her, empty. "I hope y' brought yer dancing shoes." She extended her arm, the point of her sword idly aimed at her opponent. 

He rushed to strike first, despite his showmanship he aimed to end the duel as fast as he could. He thrust to the captain's side. She sidestepped, grabbing his wrist with her empty paw, and used his momentum to throw him to the ground. He landed with an anticlimactic albeit quite loud thud on his back. 

"That's disappointing, Jules. I thought y' wanted to give these fine folk a show." She spoke at stage volume. She stood over him, the tip of her cutlass resting just above his chest.

"It's to first blood, captain." He gripped his sword tightly, and swept at her ankles. "And I'm not bleeding yet!" He jumped to his feet the moment she was on the defensive. 

She back-stepped, narrowly avoiding his swing. The audience roared to life having been in rapt silence during their first exchange. They shouted and cheered, nearly drowning out the following clanging of steel. 

Jules ferociously delivered cut and thrust after cut and thrust, he was as well practiced as Marion had said. He'd not met an opponent yet that could hold against his onslaught, and yet the captain was calm and focused, dodging and deflecting each of his blows. 

Whetstone feinted high as she had done with Marion, then swung low at his legs, cutting just the fabric of his pant-leg as he changed his stance. 

She laughed. "Ha! Got yer daughter with that'un, too!" 

He snarled, lunging in and following up with several repeated thrusts. The captain knocked each of them aside. She bound her sword against his and closed any distance between them, using her weight to throw him off balance. Jules fell to the ground once more, but rolled off his back and onto his feet again. He rounded her, swapping sides hoping to gain an advantage. He threatened a cut, but dropped his leg and reached out for a long thrust to the captain's inside line. She had previously been neglecting it and stepping aside, and she wouldn't step aside if she had thought it was a cut. He drove his point home as fast as he could, and then-

Thwap!

Whetstone batted aside his blade by the flat using her paw! She charged in now that he was open, blade raised high. He managed to raise his guard just in time, barely withstanding the weight of an oversized moomin crashing against his sword arm like a heavy wave against a ship's bow. He rounded his opponent once more, returning to his side of the stage. 

Jules hated being on the defensive. He hated even more his opponent. He hated that despite his assuredness in his own skill and the effort he put into this display, he had not bested the captain as quickly as he had hoped. His off hand left his hip, abandoning his dueling stance. He abandoned his footwork, too, in exchange for a mad dash. He began throwing wild cuts in front of him as he charged, yelling the whole way. She threw all of her might into one heavy cut, knocking his sword off line once again. He reeled, regaining his composure. 

He realized that he could not beat her in a competition of strength, nor speed.  He would have to stay calm and search for an opening. "The leg!" He thought to himself. "She may be twice the size of your average moomin, but she's still got shorter legs than a fillyjonk!" He closed in once more, focusing in on waist level thrusts. He began changing his rhythm, repeating the same passing steps in his approach. He'd stab and wait for her to cut, then step and do it again. Biding his time until she went for something trickier.

Whetstone noticed the change in his attitude. He was lithe and by now much more warmed up. It was as though he'd settled into the flow of battle. She held both arms out to her side, as if to say "come at me!" Completely opening up her defenses. He threw a cut to her chest, following up on her opening. She took her sword by its spine at one end, and the grip with the other, and swung up as though she were forcing open a window. He reeled once more as his sword was knocked away, but the captain was wide open for exactly the kind of attack he'd hoped for. He readjusted, then swung for her thigh. 

Seeing this, she leapt back once, being caught off guard by such a near miss. She'd kept her cool through most of the fight, but she was beginning to worry that her fooling around might cost her new friend dearly.  She leapt back again, escaping his reach. She spun off her front leg. Jules watched, unsure of the captain's intentions with such a maneuver. He saw her rear leg swoop up midway through the spin, and then back down as she completed it, as if in slow motion. At first he was confused, but then he remembered. "Oh no." He thought. "Not like this!" 

Her back foot kicked the glass she had left on stage, sending it flying straight at his face. He brought up his sword to block it, or knock it aside, but it was in vain. It shattered against the base of his blade, sending shards flying past it. The collective gasp from the previously uproarious crowd would have sucked the air from the room were they not outside. Even the coming storm stood silent as a trickle of blood ran down Jules' forehead. He reached up and touched it gingerly, examining the aftermath upon his paw. 

"I believe that's first blood, Mr. Cartier." The captain flourished with her sword a moment before returning it to its scabbard. She faced the audience, curtsied meekly, and headed off toward Marion at the rear of the stage. Much of the crowd were confused, some even angry. There was cheering and jeering alike, booing and whistling. Jules remained on stage, utterly defeated as the rain began gently dropping. 

"Congratulations, Miss Whetstone." Jules said. His voice was much less performative, taking on a sinister tone. The captain continued her stride, merely raising her paw dismissively. "You have won the duel…" Jules rushed toward her. "But you will lose your life!" 

"Whetstone! Look out!" Marion cried as loud as she could. 

The captain turned to see Jules just behind her, and coming right at her head was the tip of his sword. She threw herself back, headfirst, but it was too late. His sword dug into her face and tore across her left eye, stopping around the middle of her forehead thanks only to luck and to Marion's warning. She shouted in pain, clutching at the wound on her face with one paw and drawing her sword with the other. 

"This isn't fair!" The wouldbe Woodes shouted, sprinting away. He stumbled into the table that had the dueling boxes atop it, knocking it over. "You didn't tell me you were going to kill her!" 

The audience bellowed with shouts of a similar kind. 

"The duel is over! Stop!"

 "You lost! Give it up!"

"He's lost his mind!"

 Many voices cried over one another.

Several members of the audience shrieked in fear from the sight of so much blood, and several others rushed to the stage in an attempt to stop him from continuing his assault.

"Y' cowardly bastard!" The captain growled, fighting as hard as she could with the use of only one eye. "Marion! Get yerself outta here!" She looked around in a half blind panic.

"Duel or no duel, she's a wanted woman! To the man who brings me her head, you'll claim the bounty and I'll make you the richest man in Marseille!" Jules drew the crowd into a frenzy. Those who weren't tempted by his offer began running to the gate, and those who were tempted began surrounding the stage. They were unarmed but very much outnumbered the two who were now stuck between Jules, the manor, and the gate leading back out into the streets. 

Marion rushed in the same direction as Woodes, shaking with panic. She had to act, and quickly. She picked up one of the pistols from the open dueling boxes, pointing it at her father. She tightened her grip, steadying herself. She'd never fired a pistol before, and despite everything, she'd never wanted to kill her father. "Stop! Stop attacking her this instant or I'll shoot you!" She shouted. Tears were streaming down her face, her hair and clothes now soaked with rain as the storm raged on. 

The captain backed off from the fight, holding her ground as Marion made her plea. Jules stopped as well, turning to face his daughter. The herd of newly made bounty hunters waited, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. 

"Make sure you take that one alive." Jules pointed at Marion with his sword, gesturing to his makeshift militia. 

Click

Marion pulled the trigger, filled with an array of strong emotions that all burnt up in her anger. Jules paused briefly, seemingly offended. His eyes were wide and mouth agape. The flint struck the frizzen, yet there was no smoke, no flash, no bang. The rain had soaked the powder thoroughly, forcing her threats empty.  

The moment seemed to drag on, the clear line in the sand now drawn between Marion and her home life. She screamed, barely able to hear herself as she threw the gun at him, reaching next for the sword left in the box. The captain used this as an opportunity to rush to Marion's side, scooping her up in a bridal carry at full sprint, off stage. 

"After them, you fools!" Jules regained focus after his brush with death. He'd gone too far now to give up. He'd all but given up on raising his daughter to be the way he wanted her, but he refused to relinquish even the slightest bit of control, especially to a pirate. 

Captain Whetstone ran as fast as she could toward the gate. The path was clear and the only remaining bystanders had just made it through. Jules was the fastest among the duo's pursuers, quickly taking charge ahead of his group. The grass underfoot was slick, and the rugs placed upon it now waterlogged. Thunder crashed within the sky, bellowing throughout the humid air below. 

"Come back you coward! Blaggard! Face your fate!" Jules shouted above the racket of the storm as he ran. 

The captain stumbled, woozy from her injury, dropping Marion in the process. They both stopped only a moment, with Jules gaining on them. The gate was tantalizingly near, and their hope for escape pushed them onward. The pair righted themselves and passed the threshold, soon to be followed by Jules and his cohorts. 

"I have you now, you wretch!" Jules raised his sword, closing in. He chanced a cut at the captain's leg rather than attempting to tackle a woman likely twice his weight. 

tst-BOOM

A shot rang out, crushing beneath it for a moment the sound of storm and step alike. Smoke plumed from a covered balcony one floor up, just outside the gate to the Cartier Manor courtyard. Whatever onlookers remained nearby scattered at the sound. 

"I reckon I already told ye…" a hoarse voice spoke from behind the smoke. "Keep yer promises, Cap'n. Lest I be keepin' 'em fer ye." A rugged hemulen woman set her spent rifle to the side, lifting a loaded one from a row against the railing she was perched at. 

For the briefest of moments the world fell silent as those in the vicinity searched for the object of Ruth's aim. The silence broke with the anguished scream of Jules, his sword clattering to the ground as he clutched his arm where he'd been shot. 

"Ruthie!" The captain shouted, gleeful and relieved. 

"Put some wind in yer sails, kid! Ye promised me no foolishness. Ye get that girl outta here, an' maybe I won't be considr'in it foolish n'more!" She took aim, putting a shot between the wounded Mr Cartier and his thugs. The shot caused a few of them to rethink, running back into the courtyard. She once again set her empty rifle aside, picking up a fresh one. "Avast! I've got 'nuff guns up 'ere to take the lot of ye! What'll it be?" She asked the duo's pursuers, mounting her gun on the railing.

Captain Whetstone and Marion ran as far and as fast as they ever had before. Despite eventually making their escape, the two were in need of leave from Marseille. Jules' ire is doubtless to have stirred all manner of trouble, and he had a wound to prove his opponent's guilt. When they arrived at the docks that evening, out of hiding, The Honeyed Word was no longer moored at the harbor. The surrounding area was lousy with law, searching for the both of them. They spent that night together in a cove on the beach tending to Whetstone's wound, making plans for tomorrow and the tomorrow beyond that. 

–

"That's awful, Miss Puukko!" Moominmama had returned from the kitchen to the veranda with a tray set for coffee. She set it down upon the table, having a seat next to her husband. 

"Yes, quite! And what became of the two of you next?" Papa asked from his seat across the table. His agreeance to Mama's exclamation was betrayed by the excitement in his voice. He held a love for all things nautical as well as for a good story, and could not hide it. 

The fluffy brown moomin scratched at the underside of her snout, eyes fixed on the distance as she reminisced. It was a calm, and pleasantly warm evening in Moominvalley. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon and crickets chirped from their hiding places. She puffed on her pipe, exhaling deeply with a contented sigh. She bore a scar across her left eye, and the heavy brow of a long life. Seeing her dressed comfortably, swapping stories on the veranda,  you'd hardly believe she'd once been a fearsome pirate captain. Obscurity suited her quite well, as the last breath of a legend long past. 

"In my absence, Ruthie 'ad told me crew t' weigh anchor an' make fer somewhere near. I reckon I'd consider her t' be a hero, least by my account anyway..." She took another drag off her pipe. "Trouble were certain to have found them if she hadn't got 'em outta there. That was the last anyone saw of her. Sent some men that-a-way fer to go about findin' her some time later. Not hide nor hair. I think she aimed t' make the rest o' her life a quiet one."

"But you pirates are all flare and bravado! A life of excitement, and er, uh, and freedom! Why would you want to give up that?" Moominpapa gestured in his chair as he spoke. 

"Papa…" his wife laid her paw on his arm as if to settle him down. 

"It's a fine thing t' be sure, fer a spell. But it's got its rigors. I fear what I mean t' say ain't kind enough fer this valley. It's foul, and it's wretched. Turn folk into beasts and beasts into.. well I hardly even know what ye'd call it. Bastards 'n scoundrels. When ya find a one like the one I were sweet on, well… it's hard t' live a life like that seein' thems that you'd protect with their teeth gritted behind a sword." She dropped a sugar cube into her cup, watching it slowly dissolve beneath the dark waves of coffee. 

"And to think I'm the one writing memoirs." Papa mused. "And what happened to Marion?"

"After we made it back aboard me ship, I weren't in a way fit fer sailing. Without a first mate and without their captain and helmsman, the crew had t' band together. They fell in with Marion right quick. She'd read up on sailing her whole life, call to the sea an' all that. Just ne'er put it to practice. Did a good turn at the old bailiwick once more, plundered as many ships carryin' the Cane King stuff 'tween Nassau, Curaçao and near Marseille as we could. She learnt t' be quite fierce in a short while. A force to be reckoned with under my care. We became as tall tales walkin'... We got t' bein' quite close, too. Didn't ne'er get to talking out the particulars though, I'm afraid." 

She stopped for a moment, enjoying the coffee, company, and relative peace and quiet. Ever since she'd moved to Moominvalley she'd known more peace than she ever had. Even in her own childhood home,  there were always storms and turmoil. As no more than a pup on the seas apprenticing under good men, she knew even further strife and noise. From her start on the seas she thought she could earn the peace she had now, and never did. 

"It's funny how misfortune and heartache can get ye where ye need t' be goin'. We coulda stayed tall tales iffin things hadn't shaken out like they did. The thing about it is…" She took one last puff on her pipe before tapping it into the ashtray. 

"Whether or not ye tuck it when ye run, if ye made yer tale long enough, someone always catches ye by it in the end. But that's a story fer another time I suppose."

[whencyclopedia]

Warren Hastings

Warren Hastings (1732-1818) was appointed the Governor of Bengal by the British East India Company (EIC) in 1772 and became its first Governor-General in India from 1774 to 1785. Under his tenure, the EIC ruthlessly expanded its territory both in terms of conquest and through treaties of alliance with Indian princely states.

Hastings had a new vision for how India should be ruled, and it involved including Indians in their own forms of government and judiciary, but the chaotic reality of a post-Mughal India now beset with rivalries between princely states and the rapacious presence of EIC traders and its military meant the governor's plans came to naught. A flashy spender when back in England, Hastings was accused of corruption during his time in India, a charge he was ultimately acquitted of. Made a target of by the great political commentator Edmund Burke (c. 1729-1797), Hastings was a divisive figure whose own tumultuous career reflected the complex questions the British parliament faced in the late 18th century: How might the EIC be better controlled and how should India be governed if it became a colony in the fullest sense.

Early Career

Warren Hastings was born in Churchill, Oxfordshire, England, on 6 December 1732 into a family that had once been prosperous in Tudor times but was now rather down at heel. William's mother died young, and his father abandoned him to go and live in Barbados. Consequently, William was looked after by one of his uncles and sent to Westminster School in London.

Hastings joined the mighty East India Company as a clerk or 'writer' and sailed for India in 1750. In 1757, Hastings served as a volunteer in the EIC army commanded by Robert Clive (1725-1774) which won the Battle of Plassey against the Nawab (ruler) of Bengal. Impressed by the younger man, Clive secured Hastings a new position at Murshidabad in West Bengal. Serving from 1758 to 1761 as the EIC's representative at the court of the Nawab of Bengal, he supervised a lucrative trade in such goods as opium, salt, tobacco, and timber. He was appointed to the EIC's Council of Bengal in 1761 and served until he fell out with his fellow council members over policy matters. The historian W. Dalrymple gives the following character description of Hastings: "Plain-living, scholarly, diligent, and austerely workaholic, he was a noted Indophile" (ix).

In 1765, Hastings returned to England in triumph having enriched himself on India's resources, like so many other successful EIC figures had done. He was able to buy a new and bright red carriage and revive the use of his family's ancient coat of arms as part of its ostentatious decoration. Sir Joshua Reynolds was commissioned to paint Hastings' portrait. Unfortunately, Hastings income could not quite match his lifestyle, and he soon found himself in debt. The lure of India and its riches meant he returned as an EIC council official, this time in Madras in 1769.

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[twistedmindtales]

The Penthouse

Justin was a wealthy stock trader known for his extravagant lifestyle, reveling in the opulence that money had bestowed upon him. Now in his mid-thirties, he hailed from a modest family in a small town, he grew up with dreams that seemed far out of reach. Yet, even from a young age, Justin possessed an unwavering determination and an insatiable hunger for success. His analytical mind and innate ability to predict market trends led him to pursue a career as a stock trader.

Leaving his hometown behind, he ventured to Wall Street, immersing himself in the fast-paced world of finance. With relentless dedication and a sharp intellect, he swiftly ascended the ranks, accumulating a significant fortune and earning a reputation as a shrewd trader.

Charismatic and confident, Justin exuded an air of self-assurance that commanded attention. His belief in his abilities drove him forward, propelling him through high-pressure situations with ease. Ambition coursed through his veins, and he refused to settle for anything less than extraordinary. Setting his sights on ambitious goals, he pursued them with relentless tenacity, using his sharp intellect and a keen eye for opportunities to make calculated decisions. Though his drive sometimes manifested as arrogance, it stemmed from his unmatched confidence in his capabilities.

Yet, beneath his ambitious exterior, Justin wrestled with an insatiable hunger for more. The pursuit of success often left him yearning for greater heights, preventing him from fully appreciating his accomplishments. There was a constant fear of complacency lurking within him, driving him to seek the next big challenge. With his thirst for material wealth and status, Justin struggled to find true contentment. Once he amassed his fortune trading on Wall Street, he now purchased the tallest and most luxurious penthouse condo in the heart of Los Angeles.

It was an architectural marvel that offered breathtaking views of the sprawling city below, with its shimmering lights and pulsating energy. Perched high above the bustling streets of L.A., Justin’s luxurious penthouse exuded an air of refined elegance. From the moment one stepped into the grand foyer, they were enveloped in an atmosphere of unparalleled luxury and sophistication.

The entrance hall, lined with gleaming marble floors, bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that cascaded from the lofty ceiling. Intricately designed wall sconces dotted the walls, casting gentle light upon the exquisite artwork. Moving deeper into the penthouse, an expansive living area awaited, showcasing a harmonious blend of contemporary timeless aesthetics.

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the panoramic views of the City of Angels, where the shimmering lights of the sprawling metropolis stretched as far as the eye could see. A state-of-the-art home theater system seamlessly merged into the walls, providing a sanctuary for cinematic indulgence. Adjacent to the living area, a gourmet chef’s kitchen beckoned, replete with sleek granite countertops, top-of-the-line appliances, and custom-designed cabinetry that housed an impressive collection of culinary treasures. A sprawling center island, illuminated by delicate pendant lights, served as the heart of this culinary haven, inviting guests to gather and witness the masterful culinary creations that would emanate from its depths, although Justin dined alone most evenings.

The master suite, a sanctuary of tranquility and indulgence, awaited at the end of a private corridor. Upon entering, one was greeted by an expanse of space adorned with plush, handcrafted furnishings. A king-sized bed, adorned with sumptuous linens and an array of meticulously arranged accent pillows, stood as the centerpiece, commanding attention. A private parlor behind a small inconspicuous door off the bedroom, adorned with rich mahogany bookcases and a custom-designed desk, offered a retreat for Justin’s intellectual pursuits. The ensuite bathroom, a masterpiece in its own right, boasted floor-to-ceiling Italian marble, cascading rain showers, and a decadent soaking tub that overlooked the breathtaking Los Angeles skyline. Ornate gold fixtures sparkled under the gentle glow of intricately designed chandeliers, adding a touch of regality to the space. Throughout the penthouse, an intelligent home automation system seamlessly integrated technology with the utmost sophistication. From the touch of a button, the ambient lighting would adjust, music would softly waft through hidden speakers, and motorized curtains would glide open, revealing the majestic vista outside.

The piece de resistance of Justin’s castle, a sprawling outdoor terrace awaited, beckoning Justin and his guests to bask in the glory of the city night sky. A sparkling infinity pool stretched towards the horizon, seemingly merging with the sky, while plush loungers and sumptuous seating arrangements provided the perfect setting for sun-soaked relaxation or elegant soirées under the stars.

Amidst the resplendent backdrop of his penthouse, Justin decided to host an extravagant gathering to commemorate the closure of a momentous business deal. The space was transformed into a scene of revelry and excess, as the crème de la crème of the business world mingled with glasses of champagne in hand. Guests, adorned in designer attire, oozed an air of self-importance as they engaged in spirited conversations, their voices laced with arrogance and thinly veiled competition.

Alexander proclaimed, “Did you hear about my latest acquisition? It’s a game-changer, I tell you.”

Penelope scoffed in response, “Oh, that’s cute. But let me tell you about my recent expansion into international markets. It’s only a matter of time before I dominate them all.”

“Please, both of you, step aside. My latest venture capital investment is the talk of the town. The future of Los Angeles belongs to me!” Maxwell said while popping his collar.

Amidst the cacophony of boastful declarations and competitive chatter, Justin’s weariness from the festivities and celebratory libations began to take its toll. As the night wore on, he found himself growing increasingly aware of subtle, yet peculiar happenings within his opulent abode. Whispers seemed to linger in the air as if carried by unseen forces, and shadows danced with mischievous energy. Drunk and disoriented, Justin’s senses played tricks on him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the elegant paintings lining the walls observed the soirée with a mischievous glint in their eyes. The flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows that seemed to move of their own accord, adding an eerie touch to the luxurious ambiance.

Justin was the only one who seemed to notice.

As he stumbled through the lavish space, his steps grew unsteady as he encountered his reflection in a grand mirror. For a fleeting moment, he swore that his own reflection had smirked back at him, the contours of his face twisted in a sinister grin before returning to its familiar visage. Echoing whispers again floated through the air, carrying snippets of conversations long past or that may have never existed at all. A soft touch of a breeze suddenly tickled the nape of his neck, though no windows were open to invite such a draft.

Disoriented and increasingly unnerved while struggling to maintain his composure, Justin decided to retreat to the solace of his private parlor. The sanctuary offered a much-needed reprieve from the overwhelming presence of his self-absorbed guests and increasingly strange occurrences.

The room, shrouded in shadows, seemed to pulsate with otherworldly energy. The elegant furniture that once exuded comfort now loomed with an unsettling presence. The once-vibrant colors appeared distorted as if painted with shades unseen by mortal eyes.

Justin quickly burst through the small door leading to his bedroom and collapsed onto his bed, the weight of the evening and the inexplicable events pressing upon his weary mind. As he drifted between sleep and consciousness, his thoughts swirled with questions and trepidation. Was it the alcohol playing tricks on his senses, or had his penthouse become a stage for something far beyond his comprehension?

As the night wore on, and the final echoes of the gathering faded into silence, Justin’s exhaustion consumed him. Eyes heavy with weariness, he succumbed to a weighted slumber.

As the morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Justin groaned and reluctantly stirred from his alcohol-induced slumber. His head throbbed mercilessly, and a parched tongue clung to the roof of his mouth. Disoriented, he initially believed that the previous night’s unsettling occurrences were merely the byproduct of an overindulgent celebration.

Shaking off the remnants of his hangover, Justin rose from his bed and began to wander aimlessly through the expansive penthouse. The space, adorned with its lavish decor, appeared as it always had. Yet, a nagging sense of unease tugged at the edges of his consciousness, his only relief was seeing that his guests had all left and seemingly cleaned up after themselves.

As he moved from room to room, Justin’s footsteps echoed through the expanse, seeming oddly hushed against the plush carpets beneath his feet. He cast his gaze upward, expecting to see familiar ceilings, but something caught his attention. The height of the penthouse seemed subtly different—almost imperceptibly taller than he remembered.

Puzzled, Justin’s eyes traced the walls, searching for clues. The crown molding that had once elegantly framed the rooms now stood slightly higher, accentuating the lofty ceilings. The custom-made furniture, which had once fit perfectly within the space, now appeared ever so slightly dwarfed against the expanded dimensions of the penthouse.

With a furrowed brow, Justin continued his exploration. The windows, once offering a mesmerizing view of the Los Angeles skyline, now seemed to be positioned higher, as if the penthouse itself had been lifted closer to the heavens. The breathtaking panorama appeared distorted, the familiar landmarks below appearing minuscule against the backdrop of the city.

Every corner he turned, every detail he observed, heightened Justin’s unease. The grand chandeliers that had once graced the ceilings now dangled at an uncomfortably greater distance from the floor. The art pieces that had once adorned the walls seemed to shrink in proportion, lost within the expanse of the newly elongated space.

His heart quickened, and a sense of apprehension settled within him. It was as if the penthouse itself had undergone an inexplicable transformation, stretching upward in defiance of the laws of physics. The very architecture of his sanctuary seemed to mock his attempts to find normalcy, whispering an unsettling truth—that the events of the previous night were not merely the delusions of an intoxicated mind. Justin reached for his phone only to find that he was not receiving any service at these new heights. He rushed towards the elevator, and it was as if the elevator car was thirty floors below and completely unreachable. The door that lead to the emergency stair exit was now covered and was like it never existed at all.

Bewildered, Justin couldn’t shake the lingering feeling that he had stumbled into an altered reality, where the dimensions of his penthouse exceeded the boundaries of normalcy and he had lost all contact with the outside world. The once-familiar dwelling now loomed with an eerie grandeur, leaving him to question if he had unwittingly stepped into a twisted realm where the laws of space and perception were forever changed. With each passing day, the frequency and intensity of these disturbances escalated, unsettling the very core of his being. Shadows danced on the periphery of his vision, objects shifted position when his back was turned, and eerie sounds reverberated through the halls, chilling his soul.

One fateful night, Justin awoke to a chilling realization that his once-familiar sanctuary had been irrevocably altered. His disheveled state of mind was met with a surreal scene, as his bedroom had undergone a profound transformation. The meticulously arranged furniture now adorned unfamiliar corners, and his bed had inexplicably migrated to the opposing wall. Paralyzed by fear, he grasped at straws, attributing this bizarre occurrence to the mischievous antics of his affluent companions—a high-stakes prank orchestrated by those who reveled in his fortune. But this was no prank, and his friends seemed light-years away.

Nevertheless, the passage of time shattered Justin’s fragile illusions. The ethereal metamorphosis within his home grew increasingly extreme, plunging him into a maelstrom of disorientation and despair. The very architecture of the walls seemed to shift and contort, defying the laws of physics and reaching unimaginable heights nearing the edge of the Earth’s atmosphere. Mysterious symbols and cryptic markings etched themselves onto surfaces, their enigmatic origins eluding comprehension. The once-secure walls now seemed to harbor an otherworldly force, tightening its grip on Justin’s sanity.

The anxiety and fear made him pass out on the floor and when he awoke, he was no longer confined to the familiarity of his fancy penthouse. Instead, he found himself confined within a sterile, antiseptic chamber devoid of windows or discernible exits. The stark white walls offered no solace, their pristine surfaces mocking his predicament. Trapped and alone, Justin’s heart pounded with trepidation, his breath hitching as he realized that he was now at the mercy of an otherworldly presence.

These extraterrestrial beings, tall and slender with elongated limbs and piercing black eyes, conducted their clandestine observations upon Justin. Their elongated fingers probed and prodded as if dissecting the secrets of his very existence. Terror coursed through his veins, pleading eyes beseeching for mercy, yet the enthralling gaze of the aliens remained impassive, oblivious to his desperate cries which seemed to have no actual sound.

Justin found himself subjected to a series of bewildering and unsettling experiments. Initially, the alien beings conducted physical examinations, meticulously analyzing his body from head to toe. Their touch was precise and clinical as if they were studying an intriguing specimen. They scanned him with advanced devices, emitting faint hums and glows as they delved into the intricacies of his physiology.

As the days turned into weeks, the experiments took on a more invasive nature. Justin was subjected to strange devices that emitted eerie lights and emitted low-frequency vibrations. The aliens seemed to be testing the limits of his endurance and resilience, pushing him to the edge of his physical and mental capabilities.

They probed his mind, delving deep into his memories and thoughts, seeking to unravel the intricacies of human consciousness. Justin’s thoughts and emotions were laid bare, his innermost secrets exposed to these otherworldly beings. It was an invasion of privacy that left him feeling vulnerable and violated.

The aliens, driven by an insatiable curiosity, continued their relentless exploration. They exposed Justin to bizarre environments, altering gravity and atmospheric conditions to observe his reactions. They manipulated time itself, subjecting him to accelerated or decelerated experiences that distorted his sense of reality.

Through it all, Justin’s pleas and protests fell on deaf ears. The aliens seemed incapable of understanding his distress, their motives and intentions were shrouded in enigmatic silence. He became a mere pawn in their pursuit of knowledge, a specimen trapped in their inscrutable experiment.

The sense of dread that had initially consumed Justin grew with each passing day. He realized that escape was futile, and a profound sense of hopelessness settled over him. Days turned into weeks, and any glimmer of hope flickered like a dying ember. The confines of the alien vessel became his prison, the relentless experimentation an inescapable torment. He witnessed the boundaries of his endurance crumble, consumed by the unshakable certainty that he would never again witness the embrace of the outside world. Dread constricted his every thought, the lingering fear of forever languishing within the clutches of these inscrutable beings—an existence devoid of all hope and devoid of the life he once knew.

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[a-philanthropistswife]

Say more!

I don’t know what they’re putting in these vegan protein powders but I’ve been in a real feisty mood lately so here we go…

If you fumbled the bag, just say that!!!

But don’t sit up here and tell other girls what’s possible for them and what’s not. It’s giving hater, it’s giving jealousy, it’s giving misery loves company.

I saw a post a while ago that said something like these posts telling you to dress cute and go to a grocery store are gonna have you out here looking dumb, rich men don’t go grocery shopping.

Like……WHAT?!?

I swear some of these people just don’t have social skills and are telling on themselves. How hard is it to take a shower and put some clothes on and go do things you normally do but in an affluent neighborhood? But omg noooo, you’re gonna look dumb or people are gonna say you’re a whore!! Which honestly is the real reason a lot of girls fail at this or are not cut out for hypergamy and being spoiled gfs. They care too much what other people think about them.

I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve been hit on at Whole Foods, or Erewhon, or Trader Joe’s by a man with money. And to be honest I didn’t even look that cute! At least not in the way these same pages will describe you have to look.

There’s a reason this lifestyle is exclusively for girls comfortable using seggs work tactics. Heauxs don’t care if people think they’re heauxing because those people are either gonna pay your bills or not. And if they’re not paying a bill then they can fuck off with their opinions. If a heaux let everyone’s opinions throw them off their game they’d go hungry.

It all comes back to mindset and self worth. There’s a certain way you have to carry yourself to attract and keep the attention of a high net worth individual. You have to be beyond confident that you will succeed. All this it’ll never happen woe is me 💩 is for the birds. Because it has happened for many many many girls before you and will happen for many after you. They’re not that much cuter or smarter than you. Mostly they just have the audacity. They believed they could do it and didn’t stop until they did while other girls complained about having to go to the grocery store and actually talk to a man.

So which kinda girl are you?

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a returning citizen in Mount Phoenix:

           Eloise Dupont, a 25 year old daughter of Bastet.            She is a shelter volunteer at Stop&Paws.

FC NAME/GROUP:  Cheng Xiao  CHARACTER NAME: Eloise Dupont AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: July 15, 1998 ; 25 PLACE OF BIRTH:  Paris, France OCCUPATION: Shelter Volunteer at Stop&Paws HEIGHT: 166 cm (5’6″) WEIGHT: 51.2 kg (112 lbs) DEFINING FEATURES: Eloise's feline features are the most striking. She models the features of ragdoll cats with fluffy fur on the ears on top of her head and her long tail. While her fur and hair are naturally colored white and grey, she dyes the fur of match her often changing hair color. Eloise has sharpened nails that mirror claws, but she keeps them manicured and painted. 

PERSONALITY: Spoiled by her rich madame, Eloise never struggled a day in her life. Used to all of the finest clothes and fashion, she does not understand budgeting or the life of those less unfortunately. She spends whatever she wants, and she has been privilege to never be told 'no.' Purely naive to the struggles of the world, Eloise's high taste and pricey lifestyle does not go unnoticed, and with the large inheritance gained from Madame Dupont's death, Eloise has the world at her fingertips. Despite this, the feline finds herself too often bored, whether it is in conversation with strangers or after sitting so idly around her home. Too often, in hopes to feel that boring void, the demigoddess allows her curiosity to get the best of her, making her a bit unpredictable and reckless. 

Eloise is used to being the center of attention, having grown with a madame and tutors who though of her as the world. While she expects attention, she determines unapologetically who she is willing to give her.. First impressions matter to her, and it can make or break a relationship. She softens and becomes affectionate for those she does like. However, Eloise is unforgiving to those she does not like, and her attitude and sass can can get her into trouble. 

HISTORY: Eloise was left as a baby to her father, much to his dismay. Her feline features stood out too much to hide, and unable to cope with tending to her, he sold his daughter off to a trader as a toddler, knowing her could fetch a good rate. The human kitten found herself on auction, too young to understand her situation. She would be one the trader’s most expensive sales as many different patrons came around the world for the chance to view the ware.

Madame Dupont found herself in love immediately with the child, and she easily outbid the others in the audience. Despite the circumstances of their union, Madame Dupont would immediately spring into a motherly role with Eloise. From the best clothes to foods, Eloise grew up as the daughter of a lonely, wealthy woman. The feline was spoiled with all of her mother’s riches. She received tutoring from wise private instructors. However, despite having everything, she had to maintain adhere to one rule: to never leave their home without permission. 

Eloise functioned to her responsibilities, behaving well in order to receive all her affection and gifts. She loved Madame Dupont as her mother, but as she reached her late teens, the old woman met the end of her life, naturally and purely due to that old age. With that passing, the sad feline found herself lost and without a clue on how to survive on her own, only left with the riches of the Madame. Her family servants took care of Eloise enough to where she could function through both her mourning and with skills she never learned.

Without a clue of where to go, the demigoddess would stumble upon the reality of her past and the talks of a place named Mount Phoenix. She hoped the island would give her a chance to understand this new information she found.

PANTHEON: Egyptian CHILD OF: Bastet POWERS: Eloise is very agile with the dexterity and speed to match her feline counterparts. She has an enhanced sense of smell, hearing and sight. Often, this causes her to be delicate to certain smells and at times sensitive to certain lights. Due to her heritage, she has feline features, such as: cat ears, sharpened nails, and a tail. Eloise cannot hide her feline features, nor does she care to.  STRENGTHS: Strong fashion sense, Intelligent, Confident WEAKNESSES: Self-absorbed, Easily Bored, High Maintenance

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Words from Nukoduke, vol. 5, part 2

Words in bold are particularly relevant to the story, and words in italics seem like they’d be worth remembering outside the context of the manga. Bold and italic together means they’ve probably appeared somewhere in Nukoduke more than once. Kinda long list but it’s for a whole volume… actually it’s too long for tumblr, so splitting into three parts.

いけず unkind, mean, wicked 進展 しんてん progress, development / progreso, desarrollo 極まりない, 窮まりない, 極まり無い, 窮まり無い きわまりない extremely, in the extreme, knows no bounds (e.g. rudeness), unparalleled, boundless (e.g. universe, ocean), limitless / enormemente, tremendamente, infinitamente, sumamente 独り占め, 一人占め ひとりじめ monopolising, monopolizing, hogging, having all to oneself / monopolio 物騒 ぶっそう dangerous, unsettled, troubled, disturbed, insecure / peligroso, perturbado, inseguro 儀式 ぎしき ceremony, rite, ritual, service / ceremonia, rito, ritual, servicio むせ返る, 噎せ返る, 咽せ返る むせかえる to choke, to be choked (by), to sob convulsively 生け花, 生花, 活け花, 活花 いけばな, せいか ikebana, Japanese art of flower arrangement, fresh flower, natural flower / Ikebana, arreglo floral, arreglo de flores 春眠 しゅんみん deep sleep, sleep soundly 秘訣, 秘けつ, 秘決 ひけつ secret (method, trick, etc.), key (e.g. to success), mysteries (of an art, trade, etc.), recipe, trick / truco, secreto (para hacer algo) 強硬 きょうこう firm, strong, unbending, unyielding, uncompromising, stubborn, tough, hard-line / firme, inflexible まったり, マッタリ rich (taste), full-bodied (flavour, flavor), mellow, laid-back (lifestyle), relaxed, comfortable 自重 じちょう self-respect, prudence, not acting rashly, restraining oneself, taking care of oneself, being careful with one's health 熱烈 ねつれつ ardent, passionate, vehement / fogosidad, pasión, entusiasmo 達筆 たっぴつ good handwriting, skillful penmanship, speedy writing, vigorous writing / caligrafía 惨状 さんじょう disastrous scene, terrible spectacle / imagen deplorable, escena dantesca 咥える, 銜える, 啣える くわえる to hold in one's mouth / mantener en la boca 足掻く あがく to paw (at) the ground, to struggle (using one's arms and legs), to flounder, to flail about, to struggle (to escape an adverse situation), to strive, to make every effort / patalear 枠, 框 わく frame, framework, border, box, limit, restriction, quota, category, bracket, class, (broadcasting) slot, spool (of thread), reel / cerco, marco, límite, perímetro 悪気 わるぎ ill will, malice, evil intent / mala voluntad, malicia, mala intención, malos sentimientos, desconfianza, recelo 硬派 こうは hard-liners, diehards, hawks, (young) man with traditionally masculine interests, tough boy, man's man, hard news, reporter who covers political and economic affairs, strait-laced type (with respect to relationships), bullish traders 冷ややか, 冷やか ひややか cold, chilly, cool, cold (attitude, stare, etc.), frigid, indifferent, distant, surly, curt, composed, cool, calm / frío, indiferente 厳正 げんせい strict, rigid, exact, fair, impartial / imparcial, justo 審判 しんぱん, しんばん refereeing, trial, judgement, judgment, umpire, referee / árbitro, juez, arbitrar, juzgar 風説 ふうせつ rumor, rumour, gossip, hearsay 現代人 げんだいじん modern person, people of today 生ぬるい, 生温い なまぬるい lukewarm, tepid, half-hearted, vague, weak, lenient, mild, soft / tibio, frío (el interés), indiferente, tibio, indiferente 法則, 方則 ほうそく law, rule / ley, fundamento, principio ちゃっかり, チャッカリ shrewdly, smartly, calculatingly, astutely, cunningly

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Chicago's Fascinating History of Change

  Chicago is one of America's largest cities, having grown from a small village of Native Americans to the bustling metropolis it is today. Its fascinating history takeout can be traced through both its cultural roots and developing infrastructure over the last 2 centuries.  

Chicago's History of Change. Photo by Victor Lozano. Unsplash.  

Chicago's History in Rich Explorers

The City of Chicago, with its extensive and rich history, has witnessed significant transformations. As one of the largest cities in the United States, it has evolved from its founding by French explorers to becoming an industrial powerhouse. Chicago has navigated through numerous eras, leaving an indelible mark on America. Established in 1779 as Fort Dearborn by Jean Baptiste Point du Sable, a fur trader of Haitian and African descent and considered Chicago's first permanent resident, the city's historical tapestry is woven with diverse threads.  

Chicago's History of Change. Photo by Victor Lozano. Unsplash.  

Early Settlements: Native American Tribes

The history of the United States is intrinsically linked to that of Native American tribes, who first settled in North America thousands of years ago. Tribes like the Apache, Cherokee, and Sioux were among the earliest people to inhabit the continent long before Europeans began exploring. These tribes lived a nomadic lifestyle for much of this time, forming small settlements as they followed migrating animal herds or sought out lands with more fertile soils. As these settlements evolved, becoming more extensive and intricate, they developed distinct cultural identities. Notable examples include the Iroquois Confederacy, an alliance of five Native American nations, and the Mississippian Mound Builders, who constructed expansive earthworks in present-day Louisiana and Mississippi.  

19th Century Boomtown. Photo byBernd Dittrich. Unsplash.  

19th Century Boomtown: Immigration and Development

The 19th century brought an influx of immigrants to the United States, particularly in cities like Chicago. Many immigrants were drawn to this bustling city by its promise of opportunity and potential for personal growth. This time marked a significant boomtown as new businesses, industries, and infrastructure began to develop remarkably.  As these immigrants settled into their new city, they quickly made their mark by introducing fresh ideas and innovations that led to further economic growth. By the end of the 19th century, Chicago had become a major industrial center with an international economy rivaling other large cities worldwide.  

20th Centuries. Photo by Geoffrey Hubbs. Flickr.  

Manufacturing and Migration: 19th and 20th Centuries

The 19th and 20th centuries marked a period of massive industrialization, and increased demand for manufacturing labor came with it. By 1900, in Chicago's metropolitan area factories. Many of these employees had come from Germany, Ireland, Italy, and other parts of Europe to work in the factories due to limited job prospects back home. This need drove many people to migrate from rural areas to large cities such as Chicago in search of employment opportunities. Chicago was once known for its large stockyards that processed livestock meat, but the city also grew into one of the most important centers for manufacturing in the United States. Immigrants were critical in fueling Chicago's remarkable growth during this time. They brought new skills and ideas that helped propel the city into a major center for innovation and industry.  

Chicago Fire of 1871. Photo by Meridith112. Flickr.  

The Great Chicago Fire of 1871

The Great Chicago Fire of 1871 remains one of the most catastrophic disasters in U.S. history. Sparking on October 8th, a small fire broke out on the Southwest Side of Chicago, swiftly engulfing the city. The inferno raged for two days, consuming over three square miles of land and devastating an estimated 17,500 buildings. The cause of the fire is unknown to this day, though many theories exist as to what may have sparked it. Some believe that a cow belonging to Mrs. O'Leary kicked over a kerosene lamp in her barn, while others suspect that faulty wiring or arson was responsible for starting the blaze. Whatever its cause, conditions were ripe for disaster due to an arid summer that left much of Chicago covered in sawdust and dried lumber - perfect fuel for any spark that might be ignited.  

Post-Fire Rebuilds. Photo by Randy von Liski. Flickr.  

Growth Despite Adversity: Post-Fire Rebuilds

The City of Chicago is no stranger to adversity, and the aftermath of the Great Chicago Fire of 1871 is a prominent example. Despite this catastrophic event, the city was able to rebuild and grow in the wake of destruction.  With determination and resilience written into its history, it is no surprise that Chicago has been able to once again find success after facing another setback: the wildfires of 2020. In June and July last year, more than 11,000 acres were burned by wildfires in northern Illinois due to extreme weather patterns across the Midwest. Fortunately for the citizens of Chicago, despite these conditions leading to some property damage, the city maintained its strong sense of community throughout its recovery efforts. After a summer full of dedicated work from local officials and volunteers alike, many areas have experienced positive change as they rebuild their city.  

Changing Landscape. Photo by Jim. Flickr.  

Changing Landscape

The 21st century has changed the face of cities, and Chicago is no exception. For centuries, people have flocked to this storied city on Lake Michigan's western shore for the opportunity and a chance to make a home for themselves. But in the last 20 years, the city has seen changes entirely transforming its landscape.  The City of Chicago boasts a long and rich history. As one of the largest cities in the United States, it has undergone substantial transformations over the years. From its founding by French explorers to its evolution into an industrial powerhouse, Chicago has navigated through numerous eras, leaving an indelible mark on America. Established in 1779 as Fort Dearborn by Jean Baptiste Point du Sable, a fur trader of Haitian and African descent and considered Chicago's first permanent resident, the city's historical tapestry is woven with diverse threads.  

Conclusion

Chicago boasts a long and illustrious history marked by adaptability. Originating as a humble river settlement, it has transformed into a major metropolis. Over the years, the city has experienced numerous changes, including population booms, economic and technological advances, and architectural wonders. Chicago's story of progress is both exciting and ever-changing. Chicago has a rich history and numerous attractions, such as The Magnificent Mile, Navy Pier, and the Art Institute of Chicago. There are also world-class shopping districts, lively entertainment venues, and plenty of outdoor activities to enjoy during all seasons of the year. Moreover, its diverse communities offer an inviting atmosphere and there are many different cuisines with many different cuisines to sample from around the world. With so much to see and do in Chicago, it's no wonder it continues to be a popular spot for visitors from far and near.   Sources: THX News & Wikipedia. Read the full article

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30 Days of Character Development: Favorites and Habits

What are some of your character’s hobbies? What do they do with their time? When he’s not playing with rocks (which is very often), Vyth likes to read! He also has taken up origami since learning about it in Kugane a few years ago.

Favorite color? His favorite color is a rich, royal purple. Or perhaps sky blue. Wait, wait, there’s also seafoam green! He can’t settle...

Favorite music artists? Books or authors? The only specific artist he knows he cares for is a street musician in Limsa Lominsa that he’s friendly with; the Miqo’te plays very fine guitar and Vyth is most fond of guitar music. With books, he prefers adventures, especially those featuring dragons - though he feels sorry when the dragons (inevitably) are the bad guys. He also reads romances.

Political stance? Are they active in politics or do they not care? Vyth is very outside the political factions of the world. He’s a merchant and a trader and he doesn’t care whose gil it is so long as they’re not evil people. He won’t deal with slavers or unsanctioned pirates, and is actively against banditry (perhaps understandable for a merchant).

What are some of their pet peeves? Being treated like a criminal from the start. People who say beef jerky is good. Thievery.

What sort of gifts do they like? Shiny things of all types, from pretty rocks to sea glass to jewelry. He’s quite a magpie. You also can’t go wrong with citrus fruits. He is happy to have any kind of gift, however, as he gets them very rarely.

What is their favorite time of day? Favorite weather? Season? Sunset. Partly cloudy. Fall.

Where do they like to spend their time? When he can, he adores Kugane; it’s vibrant and active and interesting. He also likes to sun on the beach or enjoy the stars on a cloudless night in Thanalan. In general, he likes busy taverns with lots of interesting people and goings-on, but quiet inns where he can sleep in peace.

Favorite food? Favorite drink? Hot drinks, soft drinks, or alcohol? Burgers, grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches. Orange juice. Tea, champagne, light meads.

Favorite animal? Cats.

Do they have any pets? Do they want any? His nomadic lifestyle precludes pets - or so he says - but he would like to have a cat someday. It’s possible for him to one day find a cat that likes to travel; I’ve been mulling that over for him.

What relaxes them? Cool baths (look, Thanalan’s hot), soft music, massages, and losing himself in the zen of stone-carving.

Do they have any bad habits? He’s been known to chew his lower lip raw, which annoys him to no end. It’s a habit because he doesn’t like roughness on his lips, leading him to gnaw on them rather than find some damned moisturizer like a civilized person. It’s really only a problem in winter, though, when the dry air chaps his skin.

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The Gold Buying Landscape in Hyderabad: A Comprehensive Guide

Hyderabad, the cultural capital of South India, is not just known for its historical landmarks and culinary delights but also for its rich tradition of gold buying and selling. Among the many players in this vibrant market, Amruta Gold stands out as a trusted name for individuals looking to sell gold. In this blog, we will explore the gold buying landscape in Hyderabad, the significance of gold in local culture, and how Amruta Gold serves as a reliable partner for all your gold selling needs.

Understanding the Gold Market in Hyderabad

A Historical Perspective

The tradition of gold buying in Hyderabad dates back centuries. The city has been a hub for traders, jewelers, and artisans who craft exquisite jewelry pieces. The famous Golconda mines, once a major source of diamonds, also contributed to Hyderabad's reputation as a center for precious metals, including gold.

Current Trends

In recent years, the gold market in Hyderabad has evolved significantly. With an increase in disposable income and changing lifestyle preferences, more people are investing in gold for both personal adornment and financial security. Festivals, weddings, and auspicious occasions see a marked increase in gold purchases, making it an integral part of local culture.

Factors Influencing Gold Prices

Gold prices in Hyderabad are influenced by various factors, including:

Global Market Trends: The international price of gold fluctuates based on global demand, geopolitical factors, and economic indicators.

Local Demand: Seasonal demand during festivals like Diwali and Akshaya Tritiya often drives prices up.

Purity and Quality: The purity of gold, typically measured in karats, plays a crucial role in determining its value. In Hyderabad, 22K and 24K gold are the most common.

Why Sell Gold at Amruta Gold?

Trust and Transparency

Amruta Gold is synonymous with trust and transparency in the gold buying process. Understanding that selling gold can be a daunting task, especially when it comes to evaluating worth, Amruta Gold prioritizes honesty and clarity.

Competitive Pricing

One of the standout features of Amruta Gold is its commitment to offering competitive prices for gold. By closely monitoring the global gold market, they ensure that customers receive a fair price based on current rates. Before selling, customers can receive an instant quote, eliminating any ambiguity regarding the value of their gold.

Expert Evaluation

At Amruta Gold, every piece of gold is meticulously evaluated by trained professionals. This evaluation considers the weight, purity, and craftsmanship of the gold item. Customers can trust that they will receive an accurate appraisal, ensuring they are compensated fairly for their belongings.

Quick and Hassle-Free Process

Selling gold can often be a lengthy process filled with paperwork and negotiations. Amruta Gold simplifies this experience. Customers can walk in with their gold, receive an evaluation, and walk out with cash in hand—all in a matter of hours. This convenience is especially appealing to those who need immediate cash.

Customer-Centric Approach

The team at Amruta Gold prides itself on providing excellent customer service. Their friendly staff is always ready to assist customers with any questions or concerns they may have during the selling process. This approach helps build a loyal customer base and reinforces Amruta Gold’s reputation in the community.

The Gold Selling Process at Amruta Gold

Step 1: Initial Consultation

Customers are encouraged to visit the nearest Amruta Gold branch for an initial consultation. This is an opportunity to discuss the type of gold being sold, whether it’s jewelry, coins, or bars. Customers can also inquire about the current market rates to set expectations.

Step 2: Evaluation

Once the initial consultation is complete, the next step involves a thorough evaluation of the gold. The Amruta Gold experts will check the purity using advanced testing equipment and weigh the gold accurately. This evaluation process is transparent, allowing customers to witness how their gold is assessed.

Step 3: Quotation

After the evaluation, Amruta Gold provides an instant quotation based on the current market price and the assessed value of the gold. Customers are encouraged to ask questions and clarify any doubts about the quote.

Step 4: Transaction

If the customer agrees to the quote, the transaction can be completed swiftly. Amruta Gold ensures that the payment is made immediately, either in cash or through bank transfer, depending on the customer’s preference.

Step 5: Documentation

All transactions at Amruta Gold are documented for transparency and security. Customers receive a receipt detailing the transaction, which can be useful for record-keeping.

The Cultural Significance of Gold in Hyderabad

Gold holds a special place in the hearts of Hyderabadis, woven deeply into the fabric of their cultural and social life. Here are a few aspects that highlight its significance:

Festivals and Celebrations

In Hyderabad, gold is often associated with prosperity and auspiciousness. Festivals like Diwali and Sankranti see families buying gold as a symbol of wealth and good fortune. Amruta Gold understands this cultural aspect and ensures that customers can sell or trade their gold easily during these peak seasons.

Weddings

Weddings in Hyderabad are grand affairs, and gold jewelry plays a pivotal role in bridal attire. Families often invest heavily in gold jewelry for their daughters, making it a common practice to buy and sell gold. Amruta Gold is there to assist families looking to liquidate old jewelry to invest in new pieces for weddings.

Investment and Security

Many Hyderabadis view gold as a secure investment, often opting to buy gold coins or bars. Selling old or unused gold can help individuals reinvest in more valuable assets or save for future needs. Amruta Gold provides a straightforward solution for those looking to convert their gold into cash.

Tips for Selling Gold in Hyderabad

Research Before Selling

Before heading to sell gold, it’s essential to do your research. Understand the current market rates and compare offers from multiple buyers, including Amruta Gold. This knowledge empowers you to make informed decisions.

Keep It Clean

Ensure that the gold items you plan to sell are clean and in good condition. While minor scratches are usually acceptable, excessive damage can reduce the value of your gold.

Be Aware of Scams

Unfortunately, the gold market can attract unscrupulous individuals. Always choose reputable buyers like Amruta Gold to avoid scams. Read reviews and seek recommendations to ensure a safe transaction.

Know the Purity

Familiarize yourself with the purity of your gold items. Knowing whether your gold is 18K, 22K, or 24K can help you understand its value better and negotiate effectively.

Timing Matters

Gold prices fluctuate daily based on market conditions. If possible, track prices for a few days to find the best time to sell.

Conclusion

Amruta Gold stands out as a beacon of trust and reliability in the bustling gold market of Hyderabad. With its commitment to fair pricing, expert evaluation, and exceptional customer service, it has become a preferred destination for individuals looking to sell their gold. Whether you are motivated by financial needs or looking to invest in new pieces, Amruta Gold offers a seamless and transparent experience that caters to your needs.

As you navigate the gold buying landscape in Hyderabad, remember the cultural significance, market trends, and the vital role that trusted partners like Amruta Gold play in ensuring a successful transaction. Happy selling!

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Why Are Jaisalmer's Havelis So Beautiful?

Jaisalmer, often called the "Golden City," is known for its stunning architecture, especially its havelis. These grand mansions, built by wealthy merchants and traders, showcase intricate designs and rich cultural heritage. In this article, we will explore the beauty of Jaisalmer's havelis, their unique features, and the best ways to experience them.

Architectural Marvels

The havelis of Jaisalmer are remarkable examples of Rajasthani architecture. Constructed from golden-yellow sandstone, they reflect the desert's beauty and charm. The most famous havelis, such as Patwon Ki Haveli and Salim Singh Ki Haveli, feature intricate carvings, jharokhas (balconies), and large courtyards. Each haveli tells a story of the past, showcasing the craftsmanship of local artisans who dedicated their skills to creating these magnificent structures.

Visitors are often amazed by the delicate filigree work on the stone, which is both a testament to the builders' skills and a unique aesthetic element. The intricate designs often include floral motifs and geometric patterns, making the facades look like pieces of art. Exploring these havelis allows tourists to appreciate the blend of functionality and beauty in traditional architecture.

Cultural Significance

Beyond their architectural splendor, Jaisalmer's havelis hold significant cultural importance. They were not just homes; they served as social and economic hubs for their owners. Many havelis included spaces for trade and business, reflecting the wealth and status of the families who lived there. This integration of living and commerce is a hallmark of the lifestyle in Jaisalmer, showcasing how the city's history is deeply intertwined with its architecture.

Many of these havelis have been well-preserved and now serve as museums or guesthouses. Visitors can engage with local history through exhibitions that display artifacts and stories of the families who once resided there. This connection to the past enriches the experience, making a visit to these havelis more than just a visual delight.

Accessibility and Convenience

Traveling around Jaisalmer to explore these havelis can be a delightful adventure. The city's layout is easy to navigate, and various options for transportation are available. Using a reliable cab service in Jaisalmer makes it convenient for tourists to reach different havelis and other attractions without any hassle. With many cabs in Jaisalmer, visitors can explore the city at their own pace, ensuring they don’t miss out on the hidden gems within this beautiful city.

Choosing a cab allows travelers to enjoy the scenic views of the golden sands and the bustling markets, all while comfortably reaching their destinations. Experienced drivers can also provide insights into the city's history and culture, enriching the overall experience.

Stunning Views and Sunset

One of the most captivating aspects of the havelis is their setting against the backdrop of the Jaisalmer Fort and the vast desert landscape. Many havelis offer stunning views of the sunset, turning the sky into a palette of warm hues that complement the golden sandstone structures. Visitors often gather on rooftops or terraces to witness this breathtaking sight, making it a memorable part of their trip.

These moments are perfect for photography enthusiasts and anyone looking to capture the essence of Jaisalmer. The interplay of light and shadow on the havelis during sunset creates magical photographs that last a lifetime.

Conclusion

Jaisalmer's havelis are beautiful for many reasons, from their intricate architectural details to their cultural significance. They represent the city’s rich history and the artistry of its people. Visiting these stunning mansions not only provides a glimpse into the past but also offers a unique experience that enriches one's understanding of Rajasthan's heritage. With convenient cab services available, exploring the havelis of Jaisalmer is an unforgettable journey into the heart of this enchanting city.

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The Ultimate Jaisalmer Tour Packages and Desert Camps

Introduction

If you're planning an unforgettable desert adventure, Jaisalmer—the golden city of Rajasthan—should be at the top of your list. Renowned for its sand dunes, desert camps, and rich cultural heritage, Jaisalmer offers travelers a unique experience that blends history, adventure, and tranquility. In this article, we’ll explore some of the best Jaisalmer tour packages, the top budget camps in Jaisalmer, the magic of Sam Sand Dunes desert safari, and why Royal Pavilion Camps is the perfect destination for your trip.

Why Jaisalmer is a Must-Visit

Jaisalmer, often called the “Golden City,” is known for its yellow sandstone architecture and vast stretches of desert. It’s a place where time stands still, and you can immerse yourself in the Thar Desert’s timeless beauty. Whether you're an adventure enthusiast or someone who enjoys leisurely vacations, Jaisalmer has something for everyone.

The Allure of Staying in Desert Tents

One of the best ways to experience Jaisalmer is by staying in a desert tent. Unlike conventional hotels, these tents in Jaisalmer offer a closer connection to nature and allow you to soak in the beauty of the desert at night under a canopy of stars. The camps provide modern amenities and ensure comfort while maintaining the rustic charm of the desert.

Why Choose Royal Pavilion Camps for Your Stay?

Royal Pavilion Camps stands out among the many desert camp options in Jaisalmer. Here’s why:

Authentic Desert Experience: The camp gives you an immersive desert experience with camel rides, local performances, and traditional Rajasthani meals.

Luxury Tents: The tents are spacious, well-furnished, and offer modern amenities such as ensuite bathrooms, air conditioning, and cozy bedding, ensuring a luxurious stay in the heart of the desert.

Proximity to Sam Sand Dunes: Located near the famous Sam Sand Dunes, Royal Pavilion Camps offers easy access to the best dunes in the area, making it an excellent spot for desert safaris.

Exploring the Best Jaisalmer Tour Packages

Jaisalmer tour packages cater to a wide range of travelers, from those looking for luxury experiences to budget-conscious adventurers. Find the best Jaisalmer tour package that you should consider:

1. Jaisalmer Heritage Tour

This package focuses on the rich cultural and historical heritage of Jaisalmer. It includes visits to:

Jaisalmer Fort: one of the world's biggest fortified cities that has been completely intact.

Patwon ki Haveli: A complex of five Havelis showcasing intricate architecture.

Gadisar Lake: A serene spot perfect for evening boat rides.

2. Desert Safari Tour

For those seeking adventure, this tour is ideal. It includes:

Camel Safari: Ride through the sand dunes on a camel, just like the ancient traders.

Jeep Safari: A more thrilling option for dune bashing and exploring the Sam Sand Dunes.

Camping: Overnight stays in desert camps like Royal Pavilion Camps, where you can enjoy local music, dance, and cuisine.

3. Luxury Tour

This tour is perfect for those who want to experience the royal lifestyle. It includes:

Luxury accommodations at top resorts or desert camps like Royal Pavilion Camps.

Exclusive private safaris and personalized tours of historical landmarks.

Traditional Rajasthani dining experiences in the desert.

4. Budget Tour

For those traveling on a budget, Jaisalmer has plenty of affordable options. Budget tours typically include:

Affordable campsites that offer basic amenities but still provide a comfortable stay.

Group safaris and shared tours to help keep costs down.

Local experiences such as folk performances and cultural tours.

Budget Camps in Jaisalmer: Affordable Yet Comfortable

Not everyone wants to spend lavishly on luxury, and that’s where budget camps in Jaisalmer come into play. These camps are designed to provide a comfortable stay without breaking the bank. You can still enjoy the charm of sleeping under the stars, participating in desert activities, and savoring local delicacies, all while sticking to your budget.

Why Royal Pavilion Camps is Perfect for Budget Travelers

Despite offering a luxurious experience, Royal Pavilion Camps also caters to budget travelers. With multiple packages and tent options available, you can choose one that fits your budget without sacrificing the quality of your experience.

Sam Sand Dunes Desert Safari: A Must-Do in Jaisalmer

One of the main attractions of Jaisalmer is the Sam Sand Dunes. These stunning dunes stretch as far as the eye can see and offer an experience that is nothing short of magical.

What to Expect from a Desert Safari

A desert safari is more than just a ride through the dunes. It's an adventure that includes:

Camel Rides: A slow-paced, traditional way to explore the desert.

Jeep Safari: A fast-paced, adrenaline-filled ride through the dunes.

Sunset Views: Watch the sun set over the dunes, casting a golden hue across the desert.

Cultural Experiences: Enjoy local performances by Rajasthani folk artists, including music and dance.

Dunes in Jaisalmer: The Heart of the Thar Desert

Jaisalmer is famous for its vast sand dunes, particularly those at Sam Sand Dunes and Khuri Sand Dunes. These dunes offer breathtaking views, especially during sunrise and sunset. The golden sand stretching endlessly into the horizon is a sight to behold, and the dunes are perfect for activities like:

Dune Bashing: An off-road adventure in a 4x4 vehicle.

Camel Treks: A more traditional way to traverse the sands.

Photography: Capture the beauty of the desert in all its glory.

Best Time to Visit the Dunes

The best time to visit the dunes in Jaisalmer is between October and March, when the weather is pleasant. Avoid visiting during the summer months, as the desert heat can be overwhelming.

Why Royal Pavilion Camps is the Best Choice for Your Desert Adventure

When it comes to desert camping in Jaisalmer, Royal Pavilion Camps is undoubtedly one of the best options. Here’s why:

Prime Location: Situated close to the Sam Sand Dunes, the camp offers easy access to all the major attractions in the area.

Tailored Experiences: Whether you're looking for a budget-friendly option or a luxury experience, Royal Pavilion Camps has something for everyone.

Top-Notch Amenities: Despite being in the heart of the desert, the camp offers all the modern amenities you would expect from a top-tier accommodation.

Conclusion

Jaisalmer is a destination that offers a perfect blend of adventure, culture, and luxury. Whether you want to explore the Sam Sand Dunes, experience the thrill of a desert safari, or enjoy a luxurious stay at Royal Pavilion Camps, this city has something to offer every traveler. When planning your trip, consider the best Jaisalmer tour packages and choose a stay at Royal Pavilion Camps for an unforgettable experience in the Thar Desert. The charm of the desert, combined with modern comforts, will leave you with memories that last a lifetime.

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Carpets for Sale in Dubai: Exploring the Finest Persian and Oriental Rugs!

Dubai, known for its luxurious lifestyle and sprawling shopping destinations, is a hub for exotic goods from around the world, and carpets for sale in Dubai are no exception. Whether you’re an interior design enthusiast, a collector of fine art, or simply looking for a unique piece to add warmth and character to your home, Dubai’s markets and shops offer some of the finest Persian and Oriental rugs available. The intricate craftsmanship and rich history behind these carpets make them more than just floor coverings—they are symbols of culture, tradition, and artistry.In this post, we will dig into the intriguing world of Persian and Oriental carpets in Dubai, researching its history, qualities, and where to discover the greatest alternatives for sale.

Persian & Oriental Rug History

Persian and Oriental carpets have a deep and fascinating history extending back thousands of years. Carpets were initially produced by nomadic tribes as a practical strategy to shelter oneself from the cold, utilizing wool and other natural materials to form insulated surfaces. Over time, the creativity of these handcrafted carpets grew, and they became status symbols, cherished belongings, and works of art. Particularly Persian rugs have its roots in what is modern-day Iran. For their grace, workmanship, and complex patterns, these carpets have been revered for ages. Particularly during the Safavid Dynasty (1501–1736), the Persian Empire was instrumental in spreading the technique of carpet weaving across the area. Rug making became a recognized art form at that time, and Persian cultural elements—including floral patterns, geometric designs, and images of historical and religious events—were often included into the creations. More broadly, Oriental Rugs include carpets from Turkey, India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, China, and other Middle East, Central Asia, and East Asian nations. Influenced by local customs, religious beliefs, and the natural surroundings, every area boasts its own style, methods, and patterns. Dubai has become an important marketplace for Persian and Oriental carpets owing to its position as a commercial center and its wealthy market of purchasers seeking high-quality, expensive items. The city’s multicultural atmosphere has made it an excellent environment for rug traders and collectors to gather, making it one of the greatest places to discover these wonderful treasures. Characteristics of Persian and Oriental Rugs Before going into where to discover these gems in Dubai, it’s vital to grasp the basic qualities that separate Persian and Oriental rugs from other kinds of carpets.

1. Intricate Patterns

One of the most noticeable qualities of Persian and Oriental carpets is their ornate patterns. Persian carpets are recognized for their floral themes, which commonly contain medallions, palmettes, and curvilinear patterns. Each rug tells a narrative via its distinctive pattern, and many of the motifs employed convey symbolic connotations, expressing topics like as nature, love, or protection. Oriental carpets, depending on their location of origin, may have a broad diversity of designs. Turkish carpets, for instance, generally show strong geometric designs, whereas Chinese rugs could have more symbolic themes such as dragons or clouds. The symmetry, color balance, and intricacy of these patterns are testaments to the ability and craftsmanship of the weavers who produce these handmade rugs.

2. Natural Materials

High-quality Persian and Oriental carpets are often created from natural materials like wool, silk, and cotton. Wool is the most frequent material used in rug weaving because of its durability and softness, whereas silk is generally kept for more delicate, luxury carpets because to its shine and fine texture. The use of natural dyes, generated from plants, minerals, and insects, also adds to the rich, brilliant hues seen in these carpets.

3. Handwoven Craftsmanship

What distinguishes these rugs unique from machine-made carpets is the meticulous technique of hand weaving. A handwoven Persian or Oriental rug may take months, often years, to create, depending on its size and intricacy. Each knot is tied manually, and the density of knots per square inch (KPSI) is a vital aspect in evaluating the quality of the rug. The greater the knot density, the more detailed and durable the carpet.

4. Cultural Significance

Both Persian and Oriental carpets contain great cultural value, frequently reflecting the history, religion, and customs of the places in which they are manufactured. For instance, some patterns in Persian carpets are related to the Islamic faith, with geometric shapes expressing the endless essence of God, while others mirror tales from old Persian literature.

Where to Find Persian and Oriental Rugs in Dubai

Dubai is home to a vast variety of carpet stores, marketplaces, and galleries giving an astonishing assortment of carpets for sale in Dubai. Whether you’re searching for a gorgeous silk rug or a more economical wool choice, you’re likely to find a piece that meets your style and budget in one of the city’s numerous carpet shops.

1. The Dubai Mall

As one of the greatest shopping malls in the world, The Dubai Mall is home to various boutiques specialized in high-quality Persian and Oriental carpets. You may discover a combination of classic patterns as well as more contemporary versions, all handmade by expert craftsmen. Some businesses even offer custom-made handmade carpets, enabling you to collaborate with designers to create a one-of-a-kind creation.

2. Souk Madinat Jumeirah

For a more traditional shopping experience, visit to Souk Madinat Jumeirah, where you can browse a variety of booths and businesses providing handcrafted carpets. The souk’s lovely ambiance, paired with its range of real Persian and Oriental carpets, makes it a must-visit for anyone shopping for unique home décor products.

3. The Old Souk (Textile Souk) in Bur Dubai

The Old Souk in Bur Dubai is another fantastic site for carpet searching. Here, you’ll discover a mix of antique and modern carpets at different price ranges. The merchants at this market are often open to bargaining, so don’t hesitate to haggle for a better deal. This is a terrific area to locate hidden treasures at a more modest pricing than some of the city’s luxury malls.

4. Carpet Souk in Deira

The Carpet Souk in Deira is a specialized marketplace for carpets and rugs, providing a vast assortment of Persian and Oriental carpets. The souk is famed for its collection of handmade carpets imported from Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, and other places. Whether you’re a first-time shopper or an experienced collector, the Carpet Souk is likely to offer something that will capture your attention.

5. Rug Galleries and Boutiques

In addition to the busy marketplaces, Dubai also features numerous high-end rug galleries and shops that cater to discriminating shoppers. Stores such as Nakkash Gallery, The Majlis Gallery, and Carpet Centre Dubai provide some of the best Persian and Oriental carpets, frequently containing rare, historic items. These galleries feature a selected variety of rugs, and their educated staff can walk you through the process of picking the ideal item for your home.

How to Choose the Right Carpet

When buying a Persian or Oriental rug, there are numerous elements to consider to guarantee you’re making the proper investment:

Design and Color: Choose a design and color palette that compliments your home’s décor. Persian carpets with complex flower motifs work well in classic or traditional settings, while Oriental rugs with strong geometric patterns may offer a dramatic accent to contemporary rooms.

Material: Decide if you want wool, silk, or a mix. Wool rugs are more robust and appropriate for high-traffic areas, while silk carpets are more delicate and best suited for ornamental reasons.

Authenticity: Always check the authenticity of the rug, particularly if you’re acquiring a high-end or antique item. Ask the vendor about the rug’s origin, materials, and weaving procedures. Many establishments in Dubai provide certificates of authenticity for handcrafted carpets.

Price: Persian and Oriental rugs may vary substantially in price based on criteria such as size, material, and knot density. Set a budget before you start buying, and don’t be afraid to bargain, particularly in the souks.

Conclusion

Dubai is a wonderland for carpet aficionados, providing an unequaled range of Persian and Oriental carpets. Whether you’re attracted to the complex patterns, the rich history, or the luxury feel of these carpets, you’re likely to discover a piece that appeals to you in one of the city’s numerous markets or shops. With a little information and some careful thinking, you may bring home a gorgeous, timeless rug that will be a focus in your house for years to come. 

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Unique Handmade Tote Bags: Banjara & Evil Eye Designs by Themaresse

In an age where fast fashion dominates the retail landscape, handmade tote bags have emerged as a beacon of individuality and artistry. Among the most captivating options are the vibrant Banjara bags and enchanting evil eye bags created by Themaresse. Each piece not only serves a practical purpose but also tells a story steeped in culture and tradition.

The Allure of Handmade Tote Bags

Handmade tote bags offer a distinct charm that mass-produced items lack. When you choose a handmade bag, you’re investing in a piece of art crafted with passion and skill. Themaresse prides itself on creating bags that embody this spirit, each one made with high-quality materials and attention to detail. This commitment ensures that every tote is unique, making it a special addition to your accessory collection.

Embracing Banjara Heritage

Banjara bags are a testament to the rich cultural heritage of the Banjara community in India. Historically, the Banjara people were nomadic traders, known for their vibrant clothing and elaborate embroidery. Today, their craftsmanship continues to thrive in the form of these stunning bags.

Themaresse's Banjara bags are adorned with intricate designs featuring colorful fabrics, mirrors, and traditional motifs. Each bag captures the essence of the Banjara lifestyle, celebrating their artistry and storytelling. Whether you’re heading to the market or attending a festive gathering, a Banjara bag is sure to turn heads and spark conversations.

The Protective Charm of Evil Eye Bags

In addition to the stunning Banjara bags, Themaresse also offers beautiful evil eye bags. The evil eye symbol, prevalent in various cultures, is believed to protect against negativity and misfortune. These bags often feature mesmerizing designs that incorporate the evil eye motif, blending fashion with a sense of protection.

Carrying an evil eye bag is not just about style; it’s about embracing a protective charm that resonates with many. Each evil eye bag from Themaresse is designed to be both functional and meaningful, making it a perfect accessory for those who appreciate the blend of beauty and spirituality.

Craftsmanship and Sustainability

When you choose a tote bag from Themaresse, you’re supporting sustainable fashion. Each bag is crafted by skilled artisans who use eco-friendly materials and methods. This commitment to sustainability ensures that your purchase contributes to the welfare of the environment and the livelihoods of the craftsmen.

Furthermore, the quality of handmade products means they are built to last. You can rely on these bags for daily use, whether you’re commuting to work, going grocery shopping, or enjoying a day out with friends.

Versatile and Stylish

One of the best features of these handmade tote bags is their versatility. The vibrant colors and intricate designs make them suitable for various occasions. Pair a Banjara bag with a casual outfit for a pop of color, or carry an evil eye bag to add a unique touch to your evening wear.

These bags also offer ample space, making them practical for carrying essentials while keeping your style intact. From books to groceries, they can handle it all while ensuring you look fabulous.

How to Style Your Tote Bag

Styling your handmade tote bag can be as creative as the bag itself. Here are a few ideas:

Casual Chic: Pair a Banjara bag with a simple white tee and distressed jeans. Add some sandals and minimal jewelry for a laid-back look.

Boho Vibes: An evil eye bag can complement a flowing maxi dress. Layer with a denim jacket and ankle boots for a bohemian flair.

Work Ready: Choose a Banjara bag in muted tones to elevate your work attire. It adds a unique touch while remaining professional.

Weekend Outing: Use a spacious tote for a day out. Fill it with a water bottle, snacks, and a book for a picnic at the park.

Conclusion

The unique handmade tote bags from Themaresse, featuring Banjara and evil eye designs, are more than just accessories; they are a celebration of culture, craftsmanship, and personal expression. By choosing these bags, you’re not only enhancing your style but also supporting sustainable practices and the artistry of skilled artisans.

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What to Expect on a Dhow Cruise in Dubai Marina: A Luxurious Evening on the Water

Dubai Marina is renowned for its stunning skyline, luxurious lifestyle, and vibrant atmosphere. One of the best ways to experience the grandeur of this modern marvel is by starting a Dhow Cruise Dubai Marina. Traditional Arabian wooden boats, known as dhows, offer a serene and elegant setting to enjoy the beautiful views of Dubai's skyline while indulging in a luxurious evening on the water. This guide will take you through what to expect from this unique experience, from the onboard entertainment to the exquisite dining options and breathtaking views.

The Charm of a Traditional Dhow

A Blend of Tradition and Modern Luxury

The Dhow Cruise Dubai Marina combines the elegance of traditional Arabian craftsmanship with the opulence of modern amenities. Dhows have long been part of the region’s maritime history, used by fishermen and traders in ancient times. Today, these boats have been refurbished with modern comforts while retaining their traditional wooden exteriors, offering a beautiful blend of old-world charm and contemporary luxury. As soon as you step aboard, you’ll notice the exquisite design and intricate detailing that add to the authentic experience of cruising in a traditional dhow. 

The Calm of Dubai Marina Waters

The calm waters of Dubai Marina provide the perfect setting for a relaxing cruise. Unlike the open sea, the marina’s sheltered waters make for a smooth sailing experience, allowing guests to enjoy the journey without the disturbance of strong waves or turbulent conditions. This ensures that your evening is focused on relaxation and enjoying the stunning surroundings.

Boarding the Dhow and the Onboard Ambiance

A Warm Welcome

As you board the dhow, you will be greeted by a friendly and professional crew who will make sure you feel comfortable and ready for your journey. Many cruises offer a welcome drink—often a choice between traditional Arabic coffee, soft drinks, or refreshing mocktails—to set the tone for the luxurious evening ahead.

Luxurious Interior and Seating Arrangements

Once aboard, you’ll find the dhow’s interior to be elegantly designed with plush seating and soft ambient lighting. Most dhows feature indoor, air-conditioned seating and outdoor areas where you can sit on the upper deck and enjoy the cool evening breeze. Whether you prefer the comfort of the indoor seating or the open-air atmosphere on the upper deck, you’ll have a front-row seat to the incredible views of Dubai Marina.

Relaxing Music and Entertainment

The evening is often accompanied by soft, relaxing music playing in the background, setting a calming and serene mood. Many dhow cruises also feature live entertainment, which might include traditional Tanoura dance performances or live music, adding an extra touch of culture and enjoyment to your experience. Tanoura dancers, in their vibrant costumes, perform mesmerizing spins that captivate the audience, reflecting the rich heritage of the Middle East.

The Breathtaking Views

Stunning Marina Skyline

One of the highlights of the Dhow Cruise Dubai Marina is the chance to witness Dubai’s spectacular skyline from a unique vantage point. As the dhow glides along the water, you’ll pass by iconic skyscrapers, luxury residences, and some of the city’s most famous landmarks. The skyline comes to life as the sun sets, and the buildings are illuminated in brilliant hues, creating a breathtaking backdrop for your cruise.

A Glimpse of Iconic Landmarks

Apart from the stunning skyline, the Dhow Cruise in Dubai Marina also offers views of other iconic landmarks such as the Ain Dubai, the world’s largest observation wheel located on Bluewaters Island. You’ll also pass by the Palm Jumeirah in the distance, one of the most famous man-made islands in the world. These landmarks, combined with the glistening waters of the marina, create a truly magical experience.

Sunset and Twilight Views

If you time your cruise to coincide with sunset, you’re in for a treat. Watching the sunset over the marina and the city’s skyline transition from day to night is a breathtaking sight. As the sky shifts to twilight, the dazzling lights of the buildings reflect off the water, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. The calm water mirrors the city’s glow, and the entire scene becomes a perfect backdrop for a luxurious evening on the water.

Exquisite Dining Experience

A Lavish Buffet Dinner

No dhow cruise is complete without a delightful dining experience. Most dhow cruises in Dubai Marina offer a lavish buffet dinner featuring a wide range of international and Middle Eastern dishes. You’ll have the chance to sample a variety of appetizers, main courses, and desserts, all freshly prepared by skilled chefs. The menu often includes a mix of vegetarian and non-vegetarian options, catering to diverse tastes and preferences.

Traditional Arabian Flavors

For those looking to experience authentic Middle Eastern cuisine, the dhow cruise provides an excellent opportunity to sample traditional dishes. Many cruises offer Arabic specialties such as shawarma, kofta, and kebabs, cooked to perfection. These flavorful dishes are often paired with freshly baked Arabic bread, aromatic rice, and rich sauces, allowing you to enjoy a true taste of the region.

Beverage Options

In addition to the sumptuous buffet, dhow cruises typically offer a selection of beverages, including soft drinks, water, and traditional Arabic coffee. Some premium cruises may also provide a selection of mocktails and fresh juices, ensuring you stay refreshed throughout the evening. For those looking to add an extra touch of luxury, certain cruises offer the option of purchasing alcoholic beverages, including wine and beer.

Unwinding on the Upper Deck

Relax and Enjoy the Breeze

After dinner, many guests choose to move to the upper deck to enjoy the fresh air and panoramic views of Dubai Marina. The open-air deck provides the perfect space to relax, take in the sights, and enjoy the gentle breeze as the dhow continues its journey along the water. With the city lights twinkling in the background, the upper deck becomes an ideal spot for unwinding and soaking up the luxurious ambiance of the evening.

Perfect for Photography

The upper deck also offers the best vantage point for capturing photos of Dubai Marina’s iconic skyline and landmarks. Whether you’re a professional photographer or simply looking to snap a few memorable shots, the upper deck provides the ideal backdrop for stunning pictures. Many guests take the opportunity to capture the dazzling lights of the city, the reflections on the water, and the beautifully illuminated dhow itself.

Bottom Line

A Dhow Cruise in Dubai Marina offers a luxurious and unforgettable evening on the water, combining the charm of traditional Arabian craftsmanship with modern comforts and stunning views. From the moment you board the dhow, you’ll be immersed in a world of elegance, relaxation, and fine dining. Whether you’re admiring the breathtaking skyline, savoring a delicious buffet dinner, or enjoying the live entertainment, every aspect of the cruise is designed to create a magical experience. Whether you're a tourist looking to explore Dubai in style or a resident wanting to experience the city from a new perspective, a dhow cruise is the perfect way to enjoy a luxurious evening on the water. Visit Dhow Cruise Dubai to book now! 

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 Top 5 Things to Do in Jaisalmer

Jaisalmer, often called the “Golden City,” is a beautiful desert destination in Rajasthan. Known for its golden sand dunes, historic forts, and rich culture, it attracts travelers from all over the world. If you're planning a trip to Jaisalmer, here are the top 5 things you must experience.

 1. Explore the Jaisalmer Fort

The Jaisalmer Fort is one of the largest forts in the world and is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Known as "Sonar Quila" or the Golden Fort, it’s made of yellow sandstone, which shines like gold in the sunlight. Within the fort, you'll find temples, havelis (mansions), and lively markets. Exploring its narrow lanes is like stepping back in time.

 2. Visit Patwon Ki Haveli

Patwon Ki Haveli is a grand mansion known for its intricate carvings and detailed architecture. This haveli is actually a cluster of five havelis, built by a wealthy trader. The beautiful balconies and windows showcase the craftsmanship of Jaisalmer’s artisans. It's a perfect place to learn about the lifestyle of rich merchants in the past.

 3. Take a Desert Safari

A trip to Jaisalmer isn’t complete without a desert safari in the Thar Desert. You can ride camels across the golden dunes and enjoy the vast, open desert landscape. Most desert safaris end with a cultural evening featuring local folk music, dance, and delicious Rajasthani food under the stars.

For an even more luxurious desert experience, staying in a camp in Jaisalmer is a must. Rajwada Desert Camp offers comfortable tents, traditional Rajasthani hospitality, and a chance to experience the magic of the desert. Spending a night in the desert is one of the most memorable parts of visiting Jaisalmer.

 4. Explore Gadisar Lake

Gadisar Lake is a peaceful spot, perfect for a relaxing afternoon. Surrounded by temples, ghats, and beautiful architecture, it was once the main source of water for the city. You can take a boat ride on the lake and enjoy the serenity. In the evening, as the sun sets, the view of the golden city reflecting on the water is breathtaking.

 5. Stay in a Luxury Desert Camp

For a truly unique experience, spending a night in a camp in Jaisalmer is highly recommended. Rajwada Desert Camp offers an unforgettable experience of staying in the heart of the Thar Desert, with all the comforts you need. From luxury tents to cultural performances and traditional Rajasthani meals, this is the perfect way to experience the desert. The private dunes, bonfire nights, and starry skies will make your stay magical.

Jaisalmer is a destination that offers both adventure and history. Whether you are exploring ancient forts or enjoying the vast desert, you’ll find that the city has something for everyone. And when it comes to the ultimate desert experience, a stay at Rajwada Desert Camp is the best way to enjoy the beauty of Jaisalmer’s golden sands.

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Unveiling the Grandeur of Patwon Ki Haveli: A Masterpiece of Jaisalmer's Heritage

 Nestled in the heart of Jaisalmer, Patwon Ki Haveli stands as a stunning example of Rajasthani architecture and craftsmanship. This magnificent structure, often referred to as the "crown of Jaisalmer," offers a glimpse into the opulence and artistry of the bygone era. If you're planning a visit to Jaisalmer, exploring Patwon Ki Haveli is a must, and utilizing a cab in Jaisalmer or a reliable taxi service in Jaisalmer can make your journey smooth and enjoyable.

A Historical Overview

Built in the early 19th century by a wealthy trader named Guman Chand Patwa, Patwon Ki Haveli comprises a series of five havelis, each adorned with intricate carvings and ornate facades. The havelis were constructed to serve as residences for Patwa’s family and to showcase their wealth and status. Over the years, these havelis have become a significant part of Jaisalmer's cultural heritage, attracting visitors from around the globe.

Architectural Marvel

As you approach Patwon Ki Haveli, you will be captivated by its intricate architecture. The haveli features elaborate jharokhas (overhanging enclosed balconies), beautifully carved doorways, and stunning wall frescoes. Each element of the design reflects the artistic excellence of Rajasthani artisans, making it a perfect subject for photography and exploration.

Key Highlights of Patwon Ki Haveli

Intricate Carvings: The craftsmanship on display is extraordinary, with each façade showcasing detailed stone carvings depicting various motifs, floral designs, and geometric patterns.

Museum Exhibit: Inside the haveli, a small museum showcases artifacts from the era, including vintage photographs, traditional attire, and household items, offering insights into the lifestyle of the Patwa family.

Captivating Courtyards: The expansive courtyards of the havelis provide a serene atmosphere for visitors. Enjoy the architectural beauty and take in the view of the bustling market outside.

Cultural Significance: Patwon Ki Haveli is not just an architectural marvel; it also holds cultural significance. The site reflects the rich history of trade and commerce in Jaisalmer, showcasing how the prosperity of the region influenced its architecture.

Visiting Patwon Ki Haveli

How to Get There

Getting to Patwon Ki Haveli is convenient with a taxi in Jaisalmer. Located just a few kilometers from the city center, hiring a cab allows you to explore at your own pace. Many taxi services in Jaisalmer offer affordable rates and knowledgeable drivers who can provide insights into the local history as you travel.

Best Time to Visit

The best time to visit Patwon Ki Haveli is during the cooler months from October to March. The weather is pleasant, making it ideal for leisurely exploration of the haveli and the surrounding areas.

Tips for Your Visit

Photography: Don’t forget your camera! The stunning architecture and intricate details make for fantastic photos.

Local Markets: After exploring the haveli, take a stroll through the nearby markets. You can find traditional handicrafts, textiles, and souvenirs to take home.

Respect Local Customs: While exploring, be mindful of the local customs and practices, especially when visiting sacred areas within the haveli.

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