William Brand

A said "crow by choice" and there is a difference.

Ahhhh. The cook has prepared some roasted asparagus with serrano ham and aioli sauce...

And barley soup with mushrooms.

And some roasted potatoes...

I can't take 'Ugh' back to the cook. How about tri-tips?

Tonight's special is Ginger and Cilantro Baked Tilapia...

Thank you, Spike. We would love to feature some of your music on the DVD. You can contact me by PM once you have discussed the matter. Also, a special thanks to Iron Bess and her fellow crew members for the CD they sent over. I received the Pirates of New Providence CD and I've already listened to the whole thing and made a note of some of the tracks I would like to use. Jack will have the final say as he places the music to scenes on the DVD, so we'll let you know which of the songs we will be using when we reach that point. Thank you very much for allowing us to use the music to advertise the festival. The mutual showcasing of your music and our experience will make a great promotion for future festivals at PIP.

Crow, but by choice.

See, Captain Eisley, ask and ye shall receive buckets and buckets of suggestions until you become as fanatical as the rest of us. (insert evil laugh here)

It has cinnamon.

This... And there's more where that came from.

Perhaps some Partridge with wine and cinnamon...

Jones. Benedict Jones.

Eggs benedict?

I did place the shirt order already, but see your message inbox for details. As far as the typical location of the surgeon, you are correct. The surgeon was generally down in the dark. However, some forward thinking Captains have provided better arrangements for their surgeons on rare occasions. The Mercury is not large enough for stately accomodations, so we'd have to discuss the matter. You should add this to your surgon thread under PIP.

Key lime all around.

William was down the gang plank and part way into the crowd as Alder uncovered the figurehead. His vantage point was not perfect, but even in profile the work was fine and he said the word aloud, as if speaking it was required to make the point. "Pardon...Monsieur?" said a man near him and William waved him on. Turcotte loomed ahead and William set his jaw and his patience.

I'll fetch a fiddler.

^ my temper. < I like being center stage and I get stage fright. It's an interesting combination. V Do you have any phobias?

It matters.

No, but they will halt a happy suicide if necessary.

I'm sending someone into that corner if I don't see you again within the hour.

It might be the cocoa. It's fermented after all.

There, there.

August 4, 1704 - At the Lucy 'There it was again aloud.' William thought. Whittingford...a name of distinction in certain circles, though William also imagined that there might be poor and rich who shared the it. Still, he smiled a bit and decided then that he would use the name thereafter, unless Preston should protest its use. William smiled even more to see Jim's brow furrow a bit, wondering what the man made of the name. Then his smile faltered. Turcotte had appeared among the faces of the docks with a detachment from the fort and a frightened man in tow. "Excuse me, Gentlemen."