~~~Summary: A.U.- Rizzoli & Isles on the High Seas; set in the age of wooden ships, privateers, pirates, and buccaneers.

Chapter 3: Lost Sailor.

A/N: Giovanna is Italian for Jane, Zio is Italian for Uncle, Tomas is Italian for Thomas, and Francesco is Italian for Frank. Angelina is the name of the Brigantine ship. Gia is a popular nickname for Giovanna.

A/N: Gambling was a popular pastime for all classes during the 1700's. Many small towns had gaming rooms in other establishments.

~~~FORMATING Errors - May Occur ~~~ If so please P.M.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words, a few original ideas. Characters belong to TNT, Tess G, and Janet T.

Compass card is spinning, helm is swinging to and fro
Oh, where is the dog star, oh, where's the moon.
You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea.
Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free.

Lost Sailor Lyrics By: John Barlow. Music By: Bob Weir.

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Dover, England Cooper's Arms Inn and Ale House.

The white-haired older man observed the three Italians. Pointing to each in turn. "Tommy come with me to The Black Anchor. Jane you and Frankie, check below at the Ale House. If you find him, get him to our rooms. Tell him I need him to fill in a place on a game of chance, or just think of something. Jane, get him drunk." Korsak ordered quietly.

Reaching out he tweaked Jane's right ear "Buy a bottle of Irish whiskey. He can't resist it or you when you smile."

"Si Zio" the three Rizzoli siblings sing-song in reply. They turned back to the fireplace to retrieve the pot warming over it.

Korsak blasted at the three "Avast you lot, you don't have time for warm cider pull yourselves up and make haste before
Crowe gets himself indebted to another ship. Don't 'yes Uncle' me I want to see boots on feet and backsides out the door."

Frankie and Tommy ran bare-footed back to their room. Jane smirked at the older man and pointed to her shoe-clad feet, turning to the cherry wood sideboard beside the front facing window. Opening it, she pulled out an unopened bottle with dark amber liquid.

"This Black Bush will do. I bought this for medicinal use. How will I tell you if Frankie and I have him?" Jane asked.

"If he is here, hang your black shawl out the front window." Korsak replied "We should be able to see it from the Black Anchor.

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Harbor Street and The Black Anchor Inn Dover England.

Vince Korsak and Tommy Rizzoli made an odd pair. Vince Korsak's impatient comportment evident in his brisk gait. Korsak surveyed the streets and alleyways, jerking his head left to right looking at every man in rough sailor attire. Tommy Rizzoli gamboled down the sidewalk flirting with each woman he encountered, both old and young. The older man rolled his eyes at the lanky youth's trifling. Korsak stalked ahead to distance himself from Tommy.

Tommy tried to charm the woman with his accent by asking "Mi scusi, sorry, pardon me. I'm new here. Do you know how to get to the Black Anchor?" Or "I'm looking for my friend his name is Derek Crowe. Maybe you have heard of him, yes?" Tommy said all of this with his most pathetic puppy eyes.

The youngest Rizzoli inquired of men in sailor's kits as they neared the Inn. "Have you seen Derek Crowe? He's a mate of mine from the Angelina."

Korsak smiled at the young man's efforts. He looked up and pointed to the large wooden sign with a Black Anchor and tankard on it.

Upon entering the Inn, Korsak crinkled his nose and pulled out a bandana. "Blood sausage, onion, and cow's liver. Why do the English eat them for breakfast, and dinner? It's a stench to raise the dead."

Perplexed, Tommy shrugged. "Maybe they like it." The smell did not affect him.

Removing the green and checkered bandana from his mouth, Korsak called out cheerily "Hello there good Inn Keeper." to a salt-and -pepper haired man with a disgruntled frown. The Inn Keeper, who appeared between forty and death, locked eyes with the older man. "We are looking for our shipmate, Crowe; we've come to share good news with him."

"Er now Crowe is a common name as common as a crow. Tell me about your mate."

Korsak replied "Ah, Derek Crowe… he is as Irish as a shamrock and the River Shannon. He'd be sharing a room with a few Spanish sailors. He's my height, maybe a shade taller; he has a compact body, muscular build, and short neck. His eyes are hazel brown-green and he has chestnut hair, if he lets it grow out. He has a receding hairline, so he shaves his head."

"Ah now we have a few bald, brown-eyed Irish staying here, and a few Spanish sailor boys renting rooms."

Tommy added "He starts a story with 'I'm Irish that's why.'"

"Ah I do know who you are talking about 'I'm Irish that's why you should give me and the lads a little something
extra...I'm Irish that's why I've got all the luck with the ladies, or I'm Irish that's why I canna get the cards to fall
right.' He said to just call him Derek. He paid for a shared room and board for a fortnight and three days. He
asked me where he could find a baccarat room or game of faro. I told him the merchants on North Street played
whist at the Old Sheppard. That made him happy enough. "

"Thank you, sir." Korsak reached into his black satin vest, and withdraw a few small coins, "Here, some coins for your time. If you see my shipmate tonight, please tell him Korsak has good news for him."

"Come along Tommy, we will get Frankie and Jane to help us look for him at the Old Sheppard. It is as big as a ship of the line. It is next to the Salon and more to the point the Harbor Master told me about it, or rather told me and the crew to avoid it. We need to find him before the evening tide. If he has gone with the tide maybe we can find your fellow there. Does the one you called 'black as midnight without a moon' have a name?"

"Yes Uncle, Freeman Frost. I think Freeman is his title like Harbor Master or Inn Keeper"

"Jane is right we need to see to your education. Freeman means he is a Free Negro. He is a man who bought or was bequeathed his freedom."

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Dover, England Cooper's Arms Inn and Ale House.

Frankie hissed from his room "Giovanna, why must we call each other by these English names in private."

Jane chided. "Brother, we must become as adapted to our English names as we are to our customary names if we are to reclaim our former lives. We Rizzolis still have enemies in Genoa. Uncle and Father bought more than indulgences from our parish. You should know this."

Frankie responded in kind, "Sister, what should I know? Uncle and Father had many ventures with the church as merchants and as parishioners. They were both well liked in Genoa. What enemies worry you and Uncle? Many have bought silence from the church. The buying of indulgences is no secret. There are not many left in Genoa who know us. Why would they care?" Frankie paced from his room to the lounge.

Joining his sister, the dark haired young man helped bank the fire in the fireplace and trim the oil lamps down.

Jane rejoined exasperated "Pappa e lo Zio rimasti orfani Sì. Father and Uncle were fatherless. Yes, neither had church records." Vigorously gesturing with her hands she continued. "They have no birth records, no baptism records, and no communion records. The church does not recognize bastards, nor their children. Uncle, You and Tommy cannot own property or become guild-men. Uncle and Father bought a remittance of indulgence from a deacon of the Church in Roma. As forgotten English Rizzolis, we can claim legal rights to our Genoa lands and shipyard. Carlos Soffietto betrayed us.
If he is in Genoa he will do it again. Uncle wishes us to signal him by placing my black shawl in the window if we find our lost sailor."

Jane flung the fore mention shawl over her shoulders and fasten it with a metal broach.

Frankie affirmed. "Sì. You will be Jane and I will be Frankie in private and in public. We will not slip up. I will explain to our younger brother. He does not listen to you and Uncle with his ears and his heart. What about the crew?"

"Our Spanish sailor boys? Once we complete this commission to New Spain we will release them in Barcelona. That is their home port. By then you, Uncle and Frankie will be guild-men. As such our company can vouch for them as able bodied sailors." Jane concluded as she made her way to the door with Frankie.

Frankie acknowledged "They will have as much to lose as us if they betray us." He locked the door and followed his sister down the three flights of stairs to the Ale House.

Cooper's Arms Ale House omitted the pleasing aroma of roasted beef, carrots, parsnips and savoy. Jane's eyes flashed in the amber light of the fireplace, she reconnoitered the merchants, sailors, and tradesmen scattered about the rough unmatched tables and chairs. She smiled at a few of the swarthy Spanish sailors of her crew.

Jane walked over to a whip thin young man. "Ho there Rodriguez, have you seen Master Crowe today?"

"No, Mistress Gia. After we shellacked the last of the deck yesterday he left to see a man about a whist game at the Old Sheppard." The young sailor replied.

Frankie spotted four other members of the crew "Munoz, Serrano, Moreno, and Hernandez, have any of you fine sailors seen Master Crowe?"

"No Master Francesco." The four young men muttered.

Jane smiled and winked at the young men "If you see him, please tell him Korsak wishes his company tonight. There is a seat for him at a private game of chance."

Jane smiled and winked at the young men "If you see him, please tell him Korsak wishes his company tonight. There is a seat for him at a private game of chance." Gliding over to the bar Jane pull out a bank note and waved the bar maid and barkeeper over. "The Spanish Sailors over there, this is for their dinner and Ale. Rodriguez, Come here, The Angelina is paying for your food and drink as much as this note covers. If there is any leftover divide it among yourselves. Be of good cheer. The Angelina sleeps in safe harbor tonight, and so does her crew.

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Dover, England: Earl and Lady Fairfield's City House

Maura descended the stairs, her hazel eyes reflected a well of sadness. She rubbed her lower abdomen tenderly. Outwardly calm, the blonde spoke softly "Susie, please tell cook that you and I will be taking dinner out tonight. I wish to go to the salon for a few hours before dinner. The conversations will distract me."

Susie gestured with a tilt of her head "Would you care to change your frock M'lady? I can fetch you something more suitable for the night air?"

"You are a dear. Please locate my pale green Linsey-woolsey ridding jacket, or one of my Caraco jackets."

The black-haired women nodded, "I brushed and aired it. I also cleaned your ridding boots in the laundry room. Both should still be there."

Susie withdrew a handkerchief from her apron and handed it to Maura. "The tobacco smoke has caused you to tear M'lady , I will air out the master bedchamber."

"Yes, please remove my cloths and place them in the guestroom wardrobe. I don't wish for them to smell of smoke, and have the chamber maid make up the guestroom for me, while we are out. I can't sleep in that room until the odor has cleared."

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North Street, Old Shepard's Inn, Dover England

Korsak, Jane, Frankie and Tommy situated themselves into a semicircle outside the imposing three story building. The wooden sigh above had a simple Sheppard's crook. Korsak reached down and adjusted the throwing knives in his boot tops. He rose causally. Glaring at the three. He looked each of them over and threw both hands up in the air. "Are you lot ready to enter the lions' den?"

"Si Zio" The three replied.

The grizzled older man gestured wildly "Jane hide your banknotes. Tommy, Frankie put your coins in your inside coat pockets and button them. That is better. Frankie you and I will look for him in the basement gaming rooms, Jane, Tommy look for him in the Ale House. I will spread a few coins around to the card rooms to find him. You three also look for this Freeman Frost, Tommy did you hear anything else about him."

"He has a tattoo of a turtle on his right forearm, on his left forearm he has a sun eclipsing a half moon tattoo, both his ears are pierced and he has a goatee." Tommy offered.

"Uncle why can't Tommy and I look for him in the card rooms?" Frankie smirked.

"Because I do not need to pull you two away from Entertainment. Jane then would tie you both to the main mask for the rest of our time in port."

"Frankie tell me what does Freeman Frost look like?"

"He has a goatee, two tattoos. One of a turtle and one of a sun eclipsing a half moon tattoo." Frankie muttered back.

"Jane is that correct."

"No Uncle he also has both his ears pierced, and he is as black as night." Jane replied.

Maura Fairfield scrutinized the foursome as she disembarked the small box-like carriage.

"Susie, have we entertained that fierce looking older gentleman? My, aren't three younger ones darkly handsome? I'm in an expansive mood Susie; please ask the older man if he and I have met? If so please ask him and his companions to join me for a cup of coffee or tea at the salon."

Susie nodded and hurried over to the foursome.

The young oriental woman asked "Sir, my lady Mrs. Fairfield wishes to inquiry have you met before?"

Turning to look at the elegant blonde woman Korsak stroked his beard. "Si, er I mean yes. Her father has just engaged my company's Brigantine to take a small scouting party to his holdings in New Spain. We were just going to inform some of our crew about the good fortune."

"The Lady Fairfield wishes to inquiry if you and your companions will join her in the Salon for coffee or tea."

"My companions here are my family. My nephew Tomas, here we call him Tommy, my nephew Francesco, er Frankie, my nice Giovanna which is Italian for Jane, so just Jane here in Dover. Yes, you understand."

"Lovely and you are?" Susie bashfully asked.

"Korsak er just call me Korsak" He replied sheepishly.

Maura walked over and stood next to Susie during that last exchange.

"Captain Korsak, it is a pleasure to see you and your family tonight. Please join me."

"We will join you as soon as we complete some ship's business at the Old Sheppard." Korsak replied.

"Oh I see, well maybe Giovanna will join me for tea while you and her brothers finish your business."

"Mrs. Fairfield, er umm Lady Fairfield, here in Dover I am Jane, it is easier to say yes. I have obligations…."

Korsak glared at Jane. "Jane, Lady Fairfield speaks more than one language, and she shares your love of numbers. Her father told me she is very accomplished, in Latin, Algebra, and other academic pursuits. Please join her for tea, the boys and I will fetch you."

Korsak narrowed his eyes at his nephews, "We will spread a little seed money and see if Crowe or Frost spring up lads."

"Frost the Free Negro Sailor? We met him on our passage from Hoek van Holland to Callas, and here. If that is who you seek, Susie may be of assistance." Maura said with an innocent air.

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End Notes

A heart felt Thank You to all who Beta Read and made corrections or comments

Thanks to my beta Reader Sybilia more like co-author

Thanks to LostInParadise911

Thanks to Goose197

Thanks to JustASmallTownGirl123,

and thanks to Colleen Thomas:
although no longer with us, her stories are a joy to read. Her guide on how to write a period piece inestimable.