Journey into Darkness

[cgraven]

Journey into Darkness.

This is a closed thread for Becaa57 and cgravan.

It was a new age for England, it was not a king that sat on the throne, but a young woman, Victoria. The Neapolitan wars were behind the nation. Once again the Grand Tour of Europe was possible for young men coming of age. Yet not only of Europe but also of Greece, Egypt, the pyramids and for those seeking more adventure, Palestine and the Red Sea.

Yet these travels and adventures were for young men, not for young women, that were products of convent school where morals and prayers were strictly enforced and chastity was paramount to a young woman's future and obtaining a adventitious match.

Yet there were darker dangers and moral hazards on the Grand Tour, Palestine, and Egypt's Red Sea and their foreign cultures. What would be the fate of a young English beauty who had decided that in this new age of Victoria, if she would decided to take the adventure to Europe and Egypt?

 

[Becaa57]

Elizabeth has been traveling around the world, how she talked her parents into this trip she still doesn't know. But an educated guess was they wanted her out of the house so they could figure out what their future holds

She smiled, it was almost funny every person she delt with for this trip warned her the dangers of a young woman of class traveling alone. warning her her of murderer's pickpocket slave traders

but so far other then a few businessmen who assumed she was a as they put it working girl
it's been ok

Everyone willing to lend a hand and go above and beyond
the fact that at 18, she has a trim figure and long flowing red hair she knows helps
but most if not all the men have been happy to receive a smile at the most a hug
for their efforts

She's on yet another ship, crossing yet another sea
up on the deck in the middle of the night, so quiet, so dark
only some sailors up and about
and they've checked on her several times
some are cute, but she's careful not to show that

 

[cgraven]

The first time he noticed the young redhead was on the docks of Portsmouth making arrangements for passage to Calais. She was young, quite attractive, with a fetching figure, well as far as one could tell. The volume of petticoats and flowing skirts were in them selves quite off putting. Yet the bodice of her dress, even though the collar ran up to her slender neck, showed delightful hint of the swell of her firm young breasts.

He noticed that she appeared to be alone. The absence of a matronly chaperone was quite obvious, and quite daring. There was nothing that hinted that she might be a lady of the night or ill repute. Her clothing and trunks were of the highest and demure quality. She was alone headed for France.

Duncan McKenzie decided that he needed to get closer to this young beauty. What Alis should he adopt. A smile bowed his lips, a dottering old clergyman to put her young mind at ease.

McKenzie boarded the packet after the young redhead and he dawned his disguise in his cabin. A simple round wide brimmed black hat, old fashion black knee britches and hose. A vest and jacket also in black, and buckled shoes. The crowning touch were spectacles that rode on the end of his nose, and a walking stick. With his gray hair McKenzie was the perfect picture of an elderly parson.

In Calais he took the same Paris coach as the young redhead, he had learned her first name was Elizabeth but not her last name.

Trust! That was the first thing, if he could not earn her trust, what he had planed for her would be infinitely harder

Several days had passed as Elizabeth toured royal places, the Place de Concord where the revolution had set up the guillotine during the reign of terror. Finally Elizabeth was on the Ilse de Praise in front of Noter Damed de Praise

"Magnificent is it not? The way it seems to reach up to the heavens. And yet the square toped bell towers seem to somehow to keep it grounded and in the world of man............Most people think they are unfinished but they are wrong."

Duncan McKenzie blushed.


" Appolgise Miss I do prattle on. I am reverend Duncan McKenzie from Glasgow I believe we came on the same packet boat from Portsmouth...........It has been many years since I have been in Paris.............and your name my dear?"