Almost Back to Caledon...

I got off the ship in Babbage, just a bit ticked after it changed its destination...I briskly walked from the dock through the streets, glad to be back in a familiar place. Oh my! Am I being followed?!
I am glad that I am close to Caledon. So close...Almost back...

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A Change of Course

I need to get back to Caledon as soon as possible as the information that I have just can not wait. The majority of my trip back from Rome had been long, but finally I was on a ship bound for home...or so I thought.

"Awwright me luvver?" the captain asked me with a raised eyebrow as I stormed up to him from my cabin. I'm sure that I looked like quite a sight--a bit of a terror perhaps--all loose hair and bluster, mind you. "Ow bist?"

"How am I? How am I?!" I exclaimed in response to his Bristolian greeting. "Wot bist on about?! What craziness are you telling me?! How do you think I am?! I was told that this ship was going to Port Caledon. Now it is going to New Babbage instead? What kind of foolishness is this? Dash it!"

He could only stammer out that he had to change course and I wanted to hear no more of it. I looked out over the water and land was nowhere to be seen. It was too late to change ships. I had to resign myself to the fact that I would have to land in New Babbage and make my way to Caledon from there.

I calmed down and realized that I had rushed out in my gown and shawl. A nearby sailor was staring a little too long as I passed by him en route back to my cabin. "Do not make me have to give you the same treatment that I gave one of the Khedive of Egypt's sons..." I hissed, drawing a finger across my throat and slamming the door to his horrified expression. Soon there was a knock on the door and a gent with some sherry saying "From the captain with his apologies." Sigh. I poured myself some, the liquor warming me, and got settled once more--especially after sliding my trusty stiletto under my pillow.

This shall be a long journey back indeed.

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When in Rome...

Ah, the Eternal City...the food, the art, the echoes of an ancient past at every turn, and handsome sweetly-talking gents. Speaking of which, after tea at Babington's Tea Rooms, I had a lovely conversation with one near the Spanish Steps who offered to sweep me away to his lakeside villa in the country and shower me with jewels and lacy things. As tempting as that offer was, it will just have to wait another time as I was there for a purpose. I needed to acquire a bit of intelligence to bring back with me. Where is my contact already? I saw her and walked by casually and too closely, bumping into her hard. Both of us stopped and dropped our identical reticules, exclaiming profusely and making quite a giggling show of embarrassment and returning them to one another. She then went her way and I went mine...quickly climbing the stairs and off into the night.
I made my way to a crowded cafe and ordered an espresso, blending into the folks talking excitedly around me as I lit my cigarette and read the coded missive. I almost dropped my silver holder as my eyes widened. Oh no...

Although I'd much rather be decadent and showered with jewels and lacy things by an Italian nobleman, I must get this back to Spy Mistress C quickly...

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