Disclaimer: I still don't own Bloody Jack. Updates will be slow due to lack of wifi, and my own domestic adventures.


It was a hasty wedding, to be sure. Amy had the entire thing arranged within a day, while Jaimy and I were busy consummating our union. Yes, we spent the entire day up in that hayloft, tangled together in a cycle of loving and dozing. We only separated ourselves to retrieve the baskets of of food and wine our friends left for us, or to relieve the call of nature. Well, there was one other exception...

"Come now Jacky," Amy calls up. I poke my head through the hole in the barn where we used to gaze and daydream on lazy summer days. There she is, hands on her hips, waiting for me.

"It's time to be fitted for your wedding dress" She says.

"Surely you can be parted from your Mr. Fletcher for but brief spell"

I give her my best foxy grin, and slip back through the hole in the boards. Jaimy is still asleep, bits of hay stuck in his dark hair. I kiss his brow, throw on my Kingston dress, and reluctantly leave our love nest.

There is a slight chill in the air as I walk up the path to the house. It had been a warm and mild Autumn thus far, but now it seems that Mother Nature is at last catching up. I don't mind too much. I've been cold before.

The moment I step over the threshold of Dovecote, I am accosted by a brown blur that flies towards me and then attaches itself, or rather, himself to my person. It is my son, Ravi., collected from school to attend my wedding. Soon he will be able to call Jaimy, "father", if he chooses to, and if Jaimy don't object.

"Missy Memsahib...Mommy" He cries, nestling against me.

"I am so pleased to see you are not dead. So happy not to lose you and be all alone again"

Oh, my boy. I had been so busy, first trying to save my own skin, and later pressing that skin against Jaimy that I had forgotten my adopted son. So, I clutch him to me, and plant kisses all over his dear head. Amy finds us, and reminds me of why I came into the house in the first place.

"You'll have plenty of time for tearful reunions, later" she says, briskly.

"Right now we have a wedding to plan. Ravi, find Higgins and see if you can be of some assistance,"

She shoos him off before he can say anything else, and drags me upstairs to her room...

A day later, Jaimy and I stood hand clasped before Reverend Sturgis. My dress was of Amy's design, as she would not allow me to be wed in my Kingston Dress. White silk, with a rather high neck (compared to some other things I have worn, it came up to my collar bones, and covered my chest completely) and sleeves that puffed at the shoulder, then tapered down to the wrist. The skirt was gathered and full in the back, but smooth and flat in the front. A trim of lace, and blue ribbon graced the neck and wrists. Higgins had somehow retrieved my mother's blue hair ribbon, the one given to me by my grandfather on my original intended wedding day back in '06. Before Intelligence carted me off, and sent me to commit government-sanctioned theft by salvaging treasure from the Santa Magdalena. Funny, I thought I had lost that.

It was a brief ceremony, but there were more than enough guests to make up for it. I will never know how she did it, but Amy managed to get just about everyone I had ever met into her house to attend my wedding. They were all there, Liam, The Brotherhood, Mistress Pimm, my classmates from the Lawson Peabody...everyone. Little Rebbecca Adams (who is growing into quite a lady) even managed to persuade her grandfather, former president John Adams to attend. A president! At my wedding! Little Mary from Cheapside, with John Adams himself attending her wedding! A cat may look at a king...

Then came the feast and reception. Every single goose and turkey had been killed and roasted, and ale, cider and wine flowed freely. When I asked Amy if her parents wouldn't mind the emptying of Dovecote's wine stores, she merely smiled (rather wickedly) and shrugged. Also on the table was a massive wedding cake, which took forty eggs to prepare.

Afterwards, the celebration was moved to the ballroom (where I had disgraced myself so long ago). There, Jaimy and I danced together before our cheering guests, and it occurred to me that it was the first time we had ever danced together. We had known and loved each other for so long, but had never had the opportunity or time to join in dance. He lacked the grace and skill of my Irishmen (I could hear Arthur McBride laughing at "The clumsy English Bastard"), but my love more than made up for it in the way he gazed at me as we moved. He was recalling our time in the hayloft, and wishing we could be back there right at the moment, propriety be damned.

And soon enough, we got our wish. We let the rest of our wedding party and guests make merry long into the night, while we retired back to our Nuptial Hayloft.

Which is where you find us now, in the Hayloft, where my old adventures ended, and a new one has begun. We are waiting for the dawn, and then we will set sail on the Nancy B, laying low until my name can be cleared. Where we will go, and what we will do, I do not know. And it does not matter. The only thing that matters, is that we are at last together, there are no edges on the map, and anything is possible.