Authors Note:
If you'd like to hear any of the songs I will post the web address for youtube videos of the songs below this note. You can google the names of the songs to find sites that contain information on the history of the songs as well if that sort of thing interests you. Thanks! - - -so it won't save the full web addresses below - you just need to add the youtube then what's below after it.
The Wexford Carol - this one specifically is performed by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir - out of the videos I watched - I found this one to be the closest to what I imagine it sounding like if the Deveroux's were to sing it.
watch?v=mbsjd7tRA7M
Don Oiche Ud I Mbeithil (That Night In Bethlehem) - Performed by Celtic Woman -
watch?v=82kPvzNDE34
Minuit, Chretiens (O, Holy Night)- Performed by Annie Villeneuve - What I imagine Aine/Aoife sounding like.
watch?v=1tRjSR7ISU4
Chapter 14
Airship Adelisa Aiglentine
Dec. 25, 1919
Christmas Day
Aoife POV
Aoife had set her personal alarm to wake her early. She'd need a decent amount of time to get the desserts made and in the oven before Christmas dinner. They always tried to be in port for the holidays so that the crew could spend it dockside if they wished. Most of the time however the majority of the crew opted to stay aboard and celebrate together. They may not be blood but they were usually as good as family, especially with each passing year that they sailed together. Of course that meant that they needed a lot of food.
Plus, Aine had mentioned that Alfie would be joining them for dinner on their way back topside. She supposed the least the big man could do was suffer through a Deveroux family holiday dinner. Prepare him for his possible future.
Aoife was fairly certain that Aine had been avoiding her, because she was hiding something, something to do with Alfie. Him being a part of the festivities would give her the opportunity to delicately interrogate him or blindside him, which would most likely garner her the most information.
She'd get started on the dough and then take a break to call Polly and tell her she could talk to Tommy about sending the others on a three month trip. She could also wish everyone a Merry Christmas.
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The galley had been a noisy busy room this morning. Eirnin had already been up and about working on the turkeys, and Aine had been busy peeling the potatoes when she'd made it in herself. Now after a good hour of labor she had the dough made, rolled out and her pies were filled and were going in the oven.
Carrick had silently entered and was working on the vegetables, while Reilly had just walked in to start the dressing, cranberry sauce and gravy. Aoife figured now was as good a times as any to sneak off and give the Shelby's a ring, she wouldn't have to worry about the snooping ears of her siblings.
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The line rang twice before it was picked up, she recognized Ada's voice on the line, though she sounded like she was speaking in a low tone so as not to be overheard.
"Hello."
"Ada? Why do you sound off?"
"Oh! Aoife. Um...no reason, just you know, don't want to disturb anyone."
"Uh huh...okay, well... Merry Christmas."
"Oh, Merry Christmas to you too! What are you up to today?"
"We're working on dinner. Yourself?"
"Uh...the same."
"Mm hmm. Are you sure you're all right Ada?"
"Yeah, of course, I'm fine...truth is I was expecting to hear from someone else this morning. I thought you were him calling."
"Ah. I see. And I'm betting by the subterfuge the rest of your family doesn't know about your fella?"
"Not yet."
"May I ask why?"
Ada's scoff was muffled but clear through the line before she continued talking. "Have you met Tommy? He and the boys scare off anyone who shows interest. But Freddie's not afraid of Tommy. They used to be friends before the war. I don't know what happened but if they see each other, they're just as likely to kill one another these days. It's aggravating sneaking around."
"I understand your concern, if there's bad blood between them for some reason. But if you don't want to sneak around, why are you?"
"Freddie just keeps saying a little bit longer."
"...I see...Ada, if he's not afraid of Tommy...why is he the one wanting to keep it secret? And how long has he been saying it?"
"He's been saying it for months. I honestly don't know what he's waiting for. He's a communist, so I think it must have something to do with whatever he's working on."
"Well, I don't know the man, so I'm not going to stick my foot in it. If you want to talk more I'm happy to listen, I don't know that I can contribute anything but an ear. I hope you hear from him Ada."
"Thanks...you know you're the only one I've told. Um. I hope it goes without saying, I'd prefer if this didn't get back to Tommy."
"I don't like lying to people I care about Ada, but unless Tommy specifically asks me if I know anything, well then there's certainly no reason for me to bring it up."
"Thank you, I appreciate it and I will tell him...I just don't know when."
"In my experience, with most things, sooner is always better than later."
"Yeah...I suppose you'd like to talk to Tommy?"
"Um...first...I was wondering if Polly was available by chance?"
"She stepped out to get something a bit a ago, she's not back yet."
"All right. Would you just tell her that all is well on this end. She'll understand."
"...I guess. Is everything all right with you?"
"Yeah, Ada. It's just something that Polly and I talked about the other day."
"Okay...so Tommy? Or you know Finn is thumping his way down the stairs now, you can talk to him while I go fetch Tommy from his room."
"That'll work. Thanks Ada, and enjoy the day today."
"Same, Aoife."
Aoife heard Ada tell Finn the phone was for him, his little voice piping up in the background "Really?" She could make out Ada's "Well, for you and Tommy, go on."
"Hello?"
"Hey Finn, Merry Christmas!"
"Aoife! Merry Christmas! You celebrating today?"
"Sure am, I got dessert duty, so I've been making pies since the crack of dawn."
"Yeah, I love pie. I don't know what kind of dessert we're having today but it's usually either fruit cake or mince pie. What kind of pie are you making?"
"Well, I'm working on making sweet potato pies, and apple cakes with custard."
"They sound good too!"
"Well, I'll see if I can't manage to save you a sliver of each for when you tour the ship. No promises though, it's awfully hard to hide goodies with a crew of 34 others doing their best to sniff the sweets out."
Aoife was delighted to hear Finn's laughter ringing down the line. "Ada said you were just coming down the stairs, have you not opened your gifts yet?"
"Not yet, gotta wait for everyone to wake up."
"Ah. Well we haven't opened ours yet either, we like to gather at the end of the day instead of the beginning. That way we can relax and enjoy the moment instead of rushing through, cause we know we need to get the grub on."
"Ugh, Tommy's waiting, Merry Christmas Aoife! I hope your desserts turn out!"
"Thank you Finn, have a Merry Christmas."
"Yeah, here's Tommy."
Tommy POV
"You're an early riser on Christmas day."
"I tend to be an early riser every day, but today I have dessert duty. Pies and cakes don't make themselves."
"Mm. So you can bake then Aoife?"
"I can do a lot...of things Mr. Shelby. Baking is one of them."
Tommy chuckled, he could just picture the smirk on Aoife's face as she teased him, that mischievous look in her eyes.
"Hm. What might some of those other things be?"
"Mm. Some things are better when experienced and explored in person. Besides a girl needs to have some mystery. Boys lose interest if there's nothing left to discover."
"I don't think that will ever be a problem Aoife."
Her laughter was lovely, even over a line. He still felt a tingle hearing it when she wasn't actually in the room.
"No, I don't think that will ever be a problem either, Thomas Shelby. And if that ends up being the case, maybe one day I'll bake for you."
"Something to look forward to then."
"I should probably get back to the galley. I just wanted to call and say Merry Christmas to everyone, while I had a moment."
"All right...Merry Christmas Aoife."
"Merry Christmas Tommy. Have you been through your desk drawers yet?"
"My desk drawers?...No."
"Hm. You might want to check those before you retire this evening."
"...You are full of surprises aren't you Aoife."
"It wouldn't be half as fun if I wasn't Tommy. Enjoy your day!"
"You as well, Aoife."
Dinner Time
Alfie POV
Alfie'd been onboard the Adelisa Aiglentine a few times throughout the years. No doubt the count would have been higher had the war not broken out. It was a sight to behold, an ancient wooden sailing vessel floating in the sky. It's intricate detailed carvings drew the eyes and he even enjoyed the creaking sounds of the wood. They always kept her in pristine condition. Any visitor could tell it was loved and cared for by her crew.
He made his way down to the galley with his basket of bread rolls. Passing various crew members on the way. Some he knew, as they'd been sailing the Adelisa for as long as he'd been doing business with them. Others were newer hires as he'd not seen them the last time he'd boarded. The ones who recognized him gave a respectful hello in passing.
When he came to the saloon he could hear singing coming from inside. It was always a treat to hear any of the Deveroux Clan sing. Alfie recognized it as an old Irish Christmas song, called, The Wexford Carol.
The men's voices were predominant in singing the song while the girls seemed to hum the tune.
Good people all, this Christmas-time,
Consider well and bear in mind
What our good God for us has done
In sending his beloved Son.
With Mary holy we should pray
To God with love this Christmas day;
In Bethlehem upon that morn
There was a blessed Messiah born.
The night before that happy tide
The noble Virgin and her guide
Were long time seeking up and down
To find a lodging in the town.
But mark how all things came to pass;
From every door repelled alas!
As long foretold, their refuge all
Was but an humble ox's stall.
They continued to work on cooking dinner as they sang in harmony. After setting the bread on the counter for food, he took a seat and just enjoyed himself. The girls had both seen him arrive and had smiled in hello, while Reilly had given a quick wave. He didn't see the older brothers but he could hear their voices mingling with the others.
There were three wise men from afar
Directed by a glorious star,
And on they wandered night and day
Until they came where Jesus lay,
And when they came unto that place
Where our beloved Messiah was,
They humbly cast them at his feet,
With gifts of gold and incense sweet.
Eirnin made his way out from the back of the galley carrying a large turkey to set upon the counter, he spied him and gave a curt nod in acknowledgement. Before long Reilly and Aine were bringing dishes out as well. Followed closely by Carrick. Aoife remained in the galley working on whatever she was doing, he could see her face through the pass through window as they continued to sing.
Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep;
To whom God's angels did appear,
Which put the shepherds in great fear.
"Prepare and go", the angles said.
'To Bethlehem, be not afraid,
For there you'll find this happy morn,
A princely babe, sweet Jesus born.
Crew members started coming into the saloon as quietly as they could, so as not to disturb the melody filling the room. Some went to the cupboards grabbing serving ware, utensils and dishes. Others were quickly grabbing cups and setting up a kind of bar for beverages.
With thankful heart and joyful mind,
The shepherds went the babe to find,
And as God's angel had foretold,
They did our savior Christ behold.
Within a manger he was laid,
And by his side the virgin maid,
As the song came to a close there was applause and clapping from all around with even a few random men adding their voices to the last couple lines.
Attending on the Lord of life,
Who came on earth to end all strife.
Beautiful, right beautiful. There were times that he spent with this family, like the current one when he would give a thought to how different families were. 'Is own did not break out into song while cooking holiday meals, or ever really. Sometimes he liked to ponder what it would have been like if they had. Then he'd laugh cause really, they would have sounded horrible, right fucking horrible. None of the Solomons could carry a damn tune.
Aine came over after depositing her last dish to say a proper hello. A respectable kiss to his cheek in front of the others and a saucy wink to silently say he'd get a real one later. Damn woman was goin' to be the death of him, but he wouldn't have it any other way. She was perfect in his eyes, just the right mix of sweet and saucy with the natural essence of a gentle soul who's presence eased his own troubled one. It was right fuckin lovely to be among someone that made you feel at ease but could also make your heart stumble.
Carrick made his way over to the table as Aine sat down next to him. The crew were continuing to set the tables around the room. Everyone doing their part in getting ready to partake in the Christmas meal. Carrick reached his hand out for a shake, a sign of acceptance from the eldest of them, about the same age he himself was. He'd often noted that the man seemed aloof. Not in an I'm better than the rest of you kind of way. Just in that, I'm reserving judgment until you've earned your right to be here, kind of way.
Even though they'd been doing business for years, Alfie understood that it was much different, much fucking different to be joining in on a celebration as a suitor to one of them, than as a business associate. He knew it would take a while for the men in the family to get used to the change.
He'd studied them, had watched how they interacted. He understood that they were each independent capable people. They trusted one another and respected each other's opinions. All of them looking out for one another, but never interfering in the others life choices. They'd give their opinion then move on, take it or leave it, they'd support each other no matter what.
It wasn't a family dynamic that he'd witnessed before. He imagined it was hard sometimes to sit back and let things take their course when you thought the other was making a mistake, but they did it. And it worked very fuckin well for them.
"Carrick, good to see you, mate."
"You as well, Alfie. I hope you enjoy our festivities."
With that, Carrick left the saloon without so much as a by your leave. He noted the look upon Aine's face, she seemed concerned, but with a shake of her head the look was gone.
"Everythin' all right with that one?"
"I don't know Alfie. He's been quiet and when he's not he's moody. You never know if it's going to be a civil conversation or if you're going to war with him."
"Hm. Sorry to hear that Luv. Ya dealin' with it all right?"
"Yeah. It is what it is. Aoife usually deals with him the most when he gets like this. Sometimes I think she knows what's going on with him. But if she does she hasn't mentioned it to any of us."
"Ya asked her?"
"Well, no."
"Hm."
"Let's not talk about it, at least not today."
Alfie nodded in understanding and acceptance. He understood that today was a time for celebration and joy. He didn't want to dampen her spirits by forcing a talk about her brother, who was old enough to deal with his own fucking problems.
"Right, well what is on the menu today, eh?"
"Hm. Come see."
Aine took his hand and pulled him up from his seat to go and grab a dish so they could plate up and tuck in to their meal. Aoife was still back in the galley, she seemed to be running back and forth to the ovens. Soon after sitting back down with their plates in front of them, Eirnin and Reilly joined them at their table.
They bowed their heads and said their version of grace over their meal, as others did their own at the tables they sat at.
"Go ahead and start Alfie. Aoife will be finished in a little while and join us then. She's making the desserts, eating late goes along with that duty. So the pies and cakes are fresh and ready when everyone finishes."
Aoife POV
Aoife watched out the pass through as her family and crew partook of the simple yet decadent spread they'd created for the holiday. Aine seemed especially happy having Alfie join them. She had that extra bit of light behind her eyes she always seemed to acquire in his company.
When Aine'd known Alfie wanted to join them she'd dug out the cookbook. A huge monstrosity that was comprised of old family recipes and those of friends they made from around the world as they'd traveled. She'd searched frantically through the pages until she'd found the recipe for 'Potato Latkes' and ' Sufganiot '.
Aine had made the latkes herself, well the mixture but the frying of them had been left up to her along with the sufganiot since they were fried dough balls. Being completely honest she was the best sister in the world cause she'd told Aine she'd finish for her so she could actually spend time with Alfie. Aoife had told Aine this herself earlier, and Aine hadn't refuted it.
"Aine! Your stuff is done in here if you want to come get it while it's hot!"
Aine raised her eyes and they shared a small smirk, just the slightest tilt at the corner of their lips, identical expressions of mischief achieved and a secret shared together.
Aoife watched as Aine excused herself from the table for a moment and made her way back to the galley. Aine viewed the plate heaped with golden potato latkes and the bowl of sufganiot whose aroma was quite appetizing. It was a simple but caring way to silently show Alfie that as he was accepting of their traditions, they too were aware of his. They hoped it would make him feel more welcome and included in the 'family'.
"Are you almost done with the desserts?"
"Almost, don't worry I'm just waiting on the last of the cakes to come out of the oven, then I'll be out. Go on take Alfie his latkes, I'll follow with sufganiot when I'm finished in here."
Aine nodded. "Thanks for frying them up Aoife."
"Eh, I was already going to be frying the dough balls might as well have taken care of the other stuff too. Hey though, make sure I get one of Alfie's rolls before the endless stomachs eat them all, will you."
"Sure."
Small Heath - Birmingham
#6 Watery Lane
Polly POV
The kids had all woken fairly early but had been content with emptying the stockings that were hung on their beds. Allowing for the grownups to wake at a normal pace, before everyone had enjoyed opening their gifts. Charlie had shown up late the night before with the tree and the boys had helped her and Ada set it up.
Christmas dinner had been somewhat peaceful, the goose, parsnips, yorkshire pudding, and trifle had been veritably inhaled. Though there had been an air of tension at the table, the boys second Christmas here since before they'd shipped out to France. They were all smiling and trying to maintain a happy air with the young ones around. She didn't know if they were thinking of France or not, along with all the Christmas Days they'd spent there. Whatever was bothering them it seemed sitting still was difficult for them, like they were itching to remove themselves and find busy work.
But Tommy had promised no business today, so far he hadn't broken his word. She still needed to find time to speak with him. She was working on the best way to bring up the idea of sending the younger ones away for a bit. She needed to word it in a way that wouldn't garner her an outright no.
As she and Ada got up to work on clearing and cleaning the dishes, the boys remained seated, slowly sipping their chosen drinks. It was somewhat surprising to hear Tommy's voice interrupt the quiet that had descended over the kitchen.
"Mighty fine nosh again ladies. Beats the pozzy, biscuits and bully beef they had at the front... Are there any other plans for the day?"
"Not till Christmas tea with mince pie at six this evening."
"All right. I'm going to step into the office to make a call."
"Thomas, you promised no work today."
"It's not work Pol, just using the bell for a private conversation."
Before she could interrogate him further on this mysterious phone call he hastily left through the doors to the den and disappeared into his office. Maybe he'd still be in there when she was finished and she could speak with him then.
Alfie POV
Alfie watched as Aine returned from the galley. He was charmed by the gaiety in her eyes and the smirk on her lips. As she came closer a wonderful smell came along with her. He was surprised to find a plate of latkes in her hand. Here she was yet again making him right fuckin speechless.
"Aine luv, you didn't have to."
"Hush now, I wanted to. It really isn't that big of a deal."
Only it was that big of a fuckin deal, right. She'd made something especially for him, something she normally wouldn't make. It was a right fuckin big deal.
They were golden and absolutely perfect, they tasted just as delicious as he remembered his Bubbe's being.
"Where did you learn how to make these?"
He watched as Aine gave a delicate shrug. "We've been traveling for generations. You meet people, immerse yourself in their culture. Women tend to trade recipes. That one was from a lady that my grandmother was fond of and grandmother was very good at writing down recipes."
"Thank you darlin'."
"Just wait, there's more."
"More?"
He'd been so engrossed with Aine that he hadn't realized Aoife had left the kitchen and was upon them. A bowl filled with sufganiot was placed on the table.
"Well big man, don't just stare at them, give 'em a whirl. I can only follow a recipe no telling if they actually taste the way they're supposed to."
They looked perfect as well. He had no doubt they would taste just as they were supposed to. He could feel his heart stuttering. Damn these women, making him feel all soft. There was no way in fucking hell he was going to get emotional right, no fuckin way. Fuck! Baruch Hashem for Aoife's aversion to terribly sentimental moments.
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your knickers in a twist. We wanted to make sure you knew we appreciated you joining us. you may not typically celebrate Christmas but it's a day for everyone's traditions...I'm going to grab some food before the hyena's eat it all."
Tommy POV
Tommy sat at his desk. He'd been sitting there staring at nothing since he came in. His mind was replaying the previous night. His present had come early, wrapped up in a delectable package and tied in muted green lace.
She was perfect, being with her had been perfect, for the first time in a while he had felt like he wasn't fucking broken. He would never look at his desk quite the same he was sure. Not without having images of what she'd looked like on top of it and beneath him, running behind his eyes.
He hadn't opened any drawers yet, he was too content to sit and contemplate what a wonderful piece of furniture the desk had turned out to be. He knew he couldn't be too much longer or he'd hear about it from Aunt Pol though.
Aoife hadn't said what drawer...she'd said drawers, plural. Tommy pulled out his top right drawer...soft peach silk. Top left, a scrap of pale green lace. One that cupped her breasts precisely.
Bottom left, a peach garter. Bottom right, his bottle of whiskey with the matching pair of pale green lace knickers wrapped around the neck of the bottle.
Lingerie from both the nights they'd spent in each other's company.
He couldn't help the soft smile he felt spreading on his lips. Removing the articles of silk and lace he ran them through his fingers and placed them securely in his jacket pockets.
He'd keep them safe in his room where no one else could happen upon them. Unlike his desk that any one of his family could have rifled through and found had they worked today.
He didn't regret the previous evening. He would in fact do it again but he wasn't sure knowing what he was missing would make being apart for three months any easier.
He'd like nothing more than to wake entangled with Aoife in his bed after having spent a substantial amount of time there engaged in activities other than sleep. She was certainly an unexpected surprise. She'd glided into his life for business and ever so subtly slipped into his heart before he even knew what was happening. But her being away would be good he could get some of his business matters taken care of. Not to mention the pressing matter of the Lee's.
They finally had their first legal racing pitch and as long as things continued to go smoothly with that fucker Kimber they would be increasing that number. It was important that they have more legal businesses. Although Harry's death was unfortunate his daughter had readily agreed to sell the land and all rights to the Garrison at a fair price.
They'd need to get started on rebuilding right away. With a few modifications it would not only be a pub with lodging but also a tea room.
He'd put Arthur in charge of it. Throughout the war he'd always talked about owning his own pub when they got home. Now he finally would. Hopefully it would help keep his spirits up. He had no desire to find out his brother had tried to hang himself again. He couldn't hold his hand, run the business and work on expansion. He just couldn't he was only one man.
Tommy hoped he could get the bulk of what needed doing done in the three months Aoife would be away. He'd like to have a fairly open schedule when she returned.
Polly POV
Tommy had been tucked away in his office for a while now, she figured he'd been in there long enough to have finished whatever non-business phone call he'd needed to make.
Knocking firmly on the door she waited a moment before hearing his voice say to come in.
"Did you really have a call to make or have you just been sitting in here for some quiet?"
Tommy laughed faintly but didn't answer. "I assume you have something to discuss Aunt Pol?"
"I do. Just something I've been wanting to run past you."
"All right, what is it?"
"I know none of us have known Aoife very long but I was wondering if you trust her?"
She observed Tommy as he took a long breath and then let it out slowly. Truly giving the question some thought.
"You once told me that there was only one thing that could make a man as smart as me blind. After Grace I didn't think I'd ever trust another woman again."
" Grace was one woman Thomas. It's time that you forgot about her."
"I do trust Aoife. Am I being stupid Pol?"
"...I don't believe so. I find that I trust her as well. Which is why I want you to consider sending the kids, Ada and Michael on the Adelisa for the next three months. They'll be out of harms way while we deal with the Lee's. They'll be with someone we trust to take care of them. It will also be a reason to ensure Aoife returns to Birmingham. If you haven't already given her one."
"...That's not something that I'll ask of her."
"You don't have to, she offered Thomas."
"She offered?"
"Yes. last night when you were out. She mentioned the Adelisa took passengers. I didn't bring it up then because she was making sure the rest would be good with last minute additions. They're good with it, so now I'm telling you. It's an option. An option I think we should take."
"...You honestly think Michael will agree to being sent away?"
"Yes. When you explain to him that you need someone you trust to make sure Ada and the little ones stay safe. Aoife can only do so much, besides she has her own job to do. You need him to look after all of them. Apart from that wouldn't it be better to arrange for Ada to be away from not only our current predicament but Freddie as well for a time. If she goes she'll be able to see that there are far more people and places outside Birmingham."
"Freddie is no longer an issue."
"What did you do?"
"Calm down Aunt Pol. I didn't do anything. Word came in that Churchills new man is on his way. Freddie left of his own accord to avoid the incoming heat."
"Will our shipment be gone before he arrives?"
"If we're lucky. He's set to arrive that afternoon, unfortunately for him there will be a delay on the tramline. He won't get in till evening. Assuming that he doesn't change his travel plans."
"All right. Will you think about what we've spoken of?"
"...I'll give it some thought Pol."
Polly knew that was the best she could hope for at the moment. She nodded at Tommy in acceptance before leaving him to his thoughts.
Aoife POV
Aoife had eaten her fill and skipped dessert. She knew they'd taste good but sometimes when you've made something often enough you lose your appetite for it. She set her share of it aside, clearly labeled that it was hers and put it in the ice box. Hiding it as best she could behind other food stuff. Whether it would still be there come loading day was anyone's guess.
Aine and Alfie had headed topside to enjoy the city lights as evening came upon them. She had to admit there was nothing quite like viewing cities from above after dark. She decided to take a few minutes for herself in her cabin before joining the rest of the crew on deck for the holiday revelry.
She was tired and her neck and shoulders had a slight ache from working the pie dough earlier. An activity that she typically did not engage in. She thought about slipping into her hammock for a bit but opted against it, as she was more likely to fall asleep than just relax for a few moments.
Tommy had, had one of his Blinders pickup her knives during the day when he'd preferred for her to stay inside his home rather than venture out in the streets. While she would have normally continued on with her plans she'd opted to give Tommy the peace of mind her staying put seemed to offer him. He'd had a far more stressful day than she anyhow.
She'd taken a cursory look at them to ensure they were to her specifications. She'd been pleased with the craftsmanship and had left the last half of her payment for them tucked inside the pencil drawer of Tommy's desk. She'd included a note that let him know that while he could pay for her room, she paid for her own weaponry.
Aoife opted to take a moment to examine them more closely and make sure that all of the pieces were as equally well made as the one she'd first looked at. When she opened the wooden case they'd come in she noticed a new item among them. Gently lifting the twine cord she studied the two different compressed fiber medallions attached to it. Looks like Tommy had managed to slip his own Christmas gift to her. His identity discs from the war, one red and one green impressed with his name, rank, service number and regiment information.
She found her eyes tearing up as she studied them more closely, running her finger delicately over the engravings. Sergeant Major T M Shelby, S H Rifles. An item that he'd worn around his neck over his heart, for what was likely the most trying four years of his life. A reminder that he'd lived. He was alive and well and waiting for her return. His way of making sure while she was away that she remembered he belonged to her? That she carried him with her in and over her own heart.
Damn that man. He'd tunneled underneath her own defenses without her even knowing it. Then blown the wall apart, just as surely as he'd done for his country in France. His gift was entirely fitting on both a physical and emotional level. Sergeant Major Thomas Shelby, what on earth was she going to do about him.
Alfie POV
The sunset had been a right lovely view to watch sitting with Aine. The haziness that one would usually associate with the large city from the ground, wasn't present when you looked at it from above.
Watching as the sky turned different shades of color as the sun dipped down below the horizon was a fantastic sight to see.
The crew were in high spirits as they broke into various songs, it was nice to sit and listen to, while watching out over all the twinkling lights of London. As the air cooled further, heat vents along the railing walls started to produce gusts of warmth to keep the chill from being unbearable. He imagined during cold weather they were put to constant use.
Until his first foray on board the Adelisa he'd never thought about how the temperature in the sky differed from the ground so much. It gave him a better understanding of why most airships came through England more regularly during the warmer months. Unless your ship was equipped with outdoor heating elements like the Adelisa's sideboard vents then you'd right fucking freeze your arse off.
As it was, with the heat emitting around them and the cold air being still, the night was quite enjoyable. He spied Aoife coming up from below and knew that he needed to speak with her before heading dockside. It wouldn't do to put off discussing whatever it was that was happening between her and Shelby. He figured he'd wait till after the festivities to do so though.
He felt Aine squeeze his arm as she rose from her spot beside him and went to the raised platform that had been erected as a sort of stage. Aoife met her there and the crew clapped and quieted clearly waiting for what they'd entertain them with.
Aoife spoke as he knew Aine wasn't all that happy with being the center of attention and disliked public speaking, even though she was among her friends and family. "Alight listen up, in the spirit of Christmas and of tradition we're going to share two songs with you this evening. One in regards to our mothers heritage and one to our fathers. The first is Don Oiche Ud i mBeithil which is Gaelic for Night in Bethlehem. We'll sing it as it's meant to be sung."
"Don oíche úd i mBeithil
beidh tagairt faoi ghréin go brách,
Don oíche úd i mBeithil
gur tháinig an Briathar slán;
Tá gríosghrua ar spéartha
's an talamh 'na chlúdach bán;
Féach Íosagán sa chléibhín,
's an Mhaighdean 'Á dhiúl le grá
Ar leacain lom an tsléibhe
go nglacann na haoirí scáth
Nuair in oscailt gheal na spéire
tá teachtaire Dé ar fáil;
Céad glóir anois don Athair
sa bhFlaitheasa thuas go hard!
Is feasta fós ar sa thalamh
d'fheara dea-mhéin' siocháin!"
The song was lovely even though he didn't understand a word of it. He seemed to feel the essence of what the song was saying, as the girls were just that emotive as they sang.
"And now for our father's favorite song to hear this day, Minuit, chretiens."
"Minuit ! Chrétiens, c'est l'heure solennelle
Où l'homme Dieu descendit jusqu'à nous,
Pour effacer la tache originelle
Et de son père arrêter le courroux:
Le monde entier tressaille d'espérance
A cette nuit qui lui donne un sauveur
Peuple à genoux, attends ta délivrance
Noël ! Noël ! Voici le Rédempteur !
Noël ! Noël ! Voici le Rédempteur !
De notre foi que la lumière ardente
Nous guide tous au berceau de l'enfant
Comme autrefois, une étoile brillante
Y conduisit les chefs de l'Orient
Le Roi des Rois naît dans une humble crèche,
Puissants du jour fiers de votre grandeur,
A votre orgueil c'est de là qu'un Dieu prêche,
Courbez vos fronts devant le Rédempteur !
Courbez vos fronts devant le Rédempteur !
Le Rédempteur a brisé toute entrave,
La terre est libre et le ciel est ouvert
Il voit un frère où n'était qu'un esclave
L'amour unit ceux qu'enchaînait le fer,
Qui lui dira notre reconnaissance ?
C'est pour nous tous qu'il naît, qu'il souffre et meurt:
Peuple, debout ! chante ta délivrance,
Noël ! Noël ! chantons le Rédempteur !
Noël ! Noël ! chantons le Rédempteur !"
Alfie recognized the tune and managed to understand the words sung in French from what he'd learned during the war. It was resplendent to hear. The girls singing in harmony and echoing off one another. He doubted he would ever hear anything quite like it elsewhere.
The girls curtsied to the applause of the crew and stepped down from the platform. Aine returned to him and he tucked her into his side to help ward the chill further. Aoife joined Carrick one level up on the superstructure, he observed them as they moved away and out of his sight.
He turned back to kiss Aine gently on the cheek and continue to enjoy the revelry of the crew.
Carrick POV
He listened to the girls sing and it brought him a small semblance of enjoyment, his mind troubling him even today. As the songs came to an end he noticed Aoife making her way to him. He supposed it was too much for him to hope to continue avoiding her.
"You've been awfully quiet today Carrick. Not feeling the holiday spirit this year?"
"I suppose not."
"May I inquire as to the cause of such melancholy?"
"You can inquire on anything you like, doesn't mean you'll get an answer."
"Fair enough. Does this have anything to do with a favor that was asked of you?"
"I didn't deliver it Aoife. That's what you want to know, isn't it? It's currently residing in my desk drawer. The Mesopotamia sailed yesterday morning, so there is no worry that I'll change my mind."
"Why did it delay from its original departure date?"
"Equipment malfunction, a drive shaft to the propeller needed to be replaced and they had to wait for the part to come in."
"Why keep the letter? It's undeliverable and I imagine there's no return address on it."
Carrick sighed, he really didn't know why he hadn't just burned the damn thing already. He wasn't likely to run into Grace again, nor was he going to go in search of her. Aoife was right there was no need to keep the letter. All it did was remind him that he'd given Grace his word he'd deliver it and that he'd turned around and broken his word. Because his sister was correct, the risk of delivering the letter was too much to take on.
"I don't know. I keep going around in my head on whether or not it was truly important to get that letter delivered. If it needed to be hand delivered for a reason."
"I know this suggestion will challenge the borders of your honor Carrick. If it's weighing on your mind so heavily just open the fucking thing and read it. It will never be delivered, it will never be returned, it's bound for the fire. If it will give you some peace of mind read the damn thing before you destroy it."
"It's not addressed to me Aoife."
"For crying out loud Carrick, no one is going to know."
"Can we not discuss this today of all days Aoife?"
"I don't know Carrick. Can you stop moping about and start to actually enjoy today of all days?"
"If I say yes, will you leave me be?"
"What do you think?"
"I think I don't have a chance in hell of getting any peace from you until I do."
"There you are! Let it go Carrick, it's not worth as much energy as you're putting into it. Come downstairs and sing a carol for everyone. Let some of the Christmas spirit into your heart."
"All right, all right already."
Aoife beamed triumphantly at him and grabbed his arm to drag him down to the main deck so that he could entertain everyone. Some days he really wondered why on earth he'd been saddled with not one but two sisters. One of which had the impeccable habit of forcing his hand into just about everything. Damn thing about it was she was usually right, though he'd never tell her that. Seemed as though she had too much fun butting heads with him at any rate. He wouldn't want to diminish her enjoyment of continually battling with him.
Aoife POV
As Carrick stood up on the platform to sing, Aoife made her way downstairs. As she walked past the Captain's cabin she gave a quick thought about going inside and reading that damn letter just so she could tell Carrick it was nothing of import. She knew that should he come to the decision to read it himself it would be a while yet before he got past the dishonor of the act. Honestly though she didn't see what it would actually hurt. He'd already made the choice not to deliver it and it was impossible to deliver it now. He couldn't return it, so reading it would simply put his mind to rest.
Carrick didn't owe Grace anything. The fact that he still had honorable intentions given anything that involved Grace she believed to be a bloody miracle. Why he even accepted the letter from her to begin with was a mystery.
In general she believed that if you trust someone and then they break that trust, it's gone. You can forgive them their sin, but you can never forget it, no matter how much you might wish to. It's like a broken mirror, you can pick up all the pieces and you can glue them back together. However when you look upon it, while it may appear the same, you will always be witness to its altered state. The spidery veins of cracks from where it had shattered that will never disappear.
She tried to understand how Carrick could feel so much in regards to Grace even after everything she'd done. Place yourself in his shoes...what if it was Tommy? Tommy who'd lied, betrayed and hurt her heart. Could she forgive him and forget enough to still care about his wellbeing? To still want him in her life? She didn't know that she was as giving and open hearted as her brother. If Tommy hurt her in some way, lied to her about something important, she couldn't see herself forgiving so easily. There was another question, was it really that easy for Carrick to forgive Grace? Had he come to this forgiveness over time? Fuck the heart was confusing.
It was clear that her reaction would never be the same as his, he was a far better person than she. In this she would let Carrick muddle through at his own pace. She would just be grateful that he'd decided against trying to deliver it.
Continuing on to her own cabin she heard Alfie call out her name behind her. Turning around she waited as he caught up to her.
"What's up big man? You're not leaving already are you?"
"Fuck no, not leaving. I just wanted to have a private word with you, eh."
"A private word, huh...sounds serious, come, enter my sanctuary big man, we'll have a talk."
Alfie POV
Alfie followed Aoife into her cabin and waited for her to close the door before she pointed to the desk chair and took a seat up in her hammock. After he sat he wasn't sure how to start this conversation, it was awkward, he didn't do fuckin awkward right.
"Aoife, what's going on between you and the Shelby?"
"Me and the Shelby...which one big man? There is more than one of those."
Alfie sighed and shook his head, yeah this wasn't goin ta be easy. Pointing his finger at her as he spoke so that she understood he was serious he tried again.
"Thomas Shelby. You know the man I let you leave the bakery with the other day. He was to take you to Birmingham so that you could find your metal smith and then return you to your fucking ship, right. That Shelby. I want to know what is going on between the two of you. Aine seems to think that there might be something happening there."
"What do you want details Alfie? I didn't think you were into those kinds of details."
"Knock it off Aoife, you know what I want to know, hm."
"Alfie, what's the big deal here? I seem to favor the man, he seems to favor me in return. We are navigating being in favor with one another."
"Aye, that's the fucking problem. He's not the type of man you should be favoring, eh. Right. He's a bad, bad, bad man, not meant for the likes of you. You're meant for someone fucking better."
"Big man, you know I care about you, love you like my own brother even. So I want to make sure that I'm clear on what you're saying to me. All right."
"Mm."
"Tommy Shelby is a bad man, who doesn't deserve a woman like me. I deserve better than the likes of him."
"Right, that's what I'm saying."
"Hmm. Why is he a bad man and not right for me Alfie?"
"He did, does and will do bad things. His hands are red, you may not see it through his Gypsy charm but they're saturated in layers of it. His life is dangerous and I don't want you getting mixed up in his mess."
"Alfie...thank you for caring about me the way you do. Given everything you just said it sounds a lot like I'm interested in a man that is quite similar...to you. Everything that you just said can easily be turned round and applied to yourself. I know these things to be true in regards to you, and I have similar reservations about my sister being involved with you. I don't interfere with you and Aine. The heart wants what it wants big man. Aine is aware of the type of man you are. Of what your business is. She knows the danger being with you holds, but you're her choice because you make her feel happy and loved. That's all I can ask of life for her, to be happy and loved and to return it in equal measure."
Alfie knew she was right but he still didn't want Aoife to get mixed up with Tommy Shelby. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, smoothing over his beard.
"I don't like it Aoife."
"I can tell big man. I know that while you're business associates with Tommy, you don't trust each other. You don't particularly like him all that much but you have a grudging respect for him. I suspect a lot of it is because he reminds you of yourself somewhat. Whatever is going on between Tommy and I is new, and confusing and we're both just figuring it out. I like him Alfie, I'm drawn to him for some reason. For some reason he seems to be suffering the same feelings for me. I'm not afraid, I probably should be, but then I wouldn't be me. I want to see where this thing between us goes. Please don't ask me to choose between you, I don't know what choice I'd come to, but I know no matter what choice I'd make, my heart would break."
"I won't ask you to choose Aoife, I just want to ask you to take care."
"Always big man. I'd like to ask one thing of you as well."
"Mm, right, what?"
"I'm not going to ask you to protect him, he's a big boy and he can get himself out of whatever mess he manages to get caught up in. Just if, it's a big if mind you. If it ever comes down to Tommy's downfall, I want you to promise me that you and yours will have had nothing to do with it, in any way...I'm asking you this not for him, but for me. So that if I am to ever lose him to his business, I won't be losing you along with him."
"Mm, right...done. If Tommy Shelby makes his way to the grave, I'll have had no part in putting him there, nor will anyone working for me."
"Thank you Alfie. I know what I've asked of you may not be easy given the world your business takes place in, it means a great deal to me."
"Right, well enough of this fucking mushy stuff, eh! You'll be careful and watch yourself around him, and I'll be sure not to put a bullet through his brain."
"Right."
Aoife swung out of her hammock as he stood and he picked her up into a hug. He may not have been able to sway her away from getting involved with Tommy Shelby but at least he knew she'd be careful with the man.
When he set her down she looked up at him with a smile he usually saw on Aine, it was sweet, seeing it on Aoife was a bit unsettling. Her voice was also coated in sweetness when she spoke.
"So Alfie while we're having a serious talk why don't you tell me what's been cooking up between you and Aine?"
"Me and Aine? What's there to tell?"
"Hm, I don't know big man. What I do know is that you're both hiding something from everyone, including me."
"Hiding, eh, I don't fuckin hide, ever right."
"Right, so what's going on?"
"No idea."
"Hm. Well as long as you know that you have my permission."
"Your permission. Fucking permission for what, eh."
"You know...Alfie...to tie that knot."
"Knot, knot, fucking sailors and their knots, eh."
"Now who's playing coy? Did she say yes."
"Yes to what!?"
"Oh fucking hell Alfie, when you asked Aine to marry you. DID she say yes?"
"Oh that... well fucking hell Aoife, of course she did."
"Ha! I fucking knew it! Why all the secrecy?"
"She just said yes, however we're not tying the knot as it were for awhile yet. She was worried about how you'd take it."
"How I'd take it? Who the bloody fuck cares how I'd take it. It's about the two of you and your life together."
"She cares Aoife, you know it. She's worried you'll be upset by the thought of her moving dockside permanently."
"Pft. I can't say I wouldn't miss her, leave me here to be the only woman onboard amongst all this testosterone. Fucking nightmare that would be. It's not like we'd never see each other, I'd still be back every three months."
"Mm."
"Mmm. I won't tell her, her secrets out. I'll pretend to be sufficiently surprised when she finally announces your engagement...welcome to the family big man."
"Mm. Thank you little one."
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