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                            adauxilium  asked :                    [ 📱 — sms ] was that pic meant for me?

[  sms  ,  charlotte  ,  sent  ] : well it will depend if you liked it or not.  [ sms  ,  charlotte  ,  sent  ] : if yes then why not?  [ sms  ,  charlotte  ,  sent  ] : i don’t see nothing wrong with that picture.  [ sms  ,  charlotte  ,  sent  ] : do you? 😉

“Y’don’t need to!” Caleb said, jerking his arm away from his sister’s hand and then gasping, clutching it to his chest. In truth he probably did need some kind of medical attention if the way that motion had hurt was any indication... The pain was breathtaking and made stars dance in his vision.

Silent were the oars as they dipped in and out of the salt water of the Sound. Lights from houses dotted the shoreline of Setauket guiding the boatman homeward. Caleb skillfully landed the craft in a cove, and grabbed the precious cargo before setting off into the bushes. An October breeze whispered through the trees with the hint of cold weather to come.

The precious cargo was a box wrapped in canvas to prevent water from ruining the contents. Inside the box was a block of chocolate. Hot chocolate was becoming a popular drink for the well to do, and chocolate was hard to come by if you weren’t in a trading port. But, the smuggler knew of places of dubious legality to get hard to find items.

He could find his way to his childhood home with his eyes closed though it had been years since he had lived there. His room had been taken over by the soldiers that were billeted there. That had been in the last letter Charlotte had written. And, by God they had better be treating his family with respect or he was going to come back, with a couple of his associates.

The brunette cast her gaze from left to right as she approaches the other woman. Her lips are pursed with the knowledge that the task at hand will most likely be exceedingly dangerous. 

However, Caleb hadn’t responded to her signal in days and the news Anna held in her hands was of immediate importance to His Excellency as it contained troop movements and a potential plot on the general’s life. She was left with no other option than to consult the only other person she trusted in Setauket. 

Perhaps one of the most enjoyable of privileges that came with rank and position was the ability to chose for himself where he traveled and when. Of course, as all things, it had to be within reason but as he was currently operating near Long Island, what was the harm in checking on friends and family? With all of the access points, it wasn’t terribly difficult to change out of uniform and then make his way to the Brewster homestead.

So... Maybe Caleb had had too much to drink, and maybe he’d swung on some guy and started a big fight in the bar, but if he could remember he’d be pretty sure the guy had deserved it. It had definitely been worth the black eye he’d gotten. Probably, definitely.

What wasn’t deserved, though, was Caleb’s night in jail - And having to face his sister afterwards. He knew he’d never live this down.

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