William Brand

A very happy birthday!

Tonight's special is a sesame chicken over rice and asparagus.

August 3, 1704 - Aboard the Lucy William arrived on the Lucy even as the men who had borne the furniture aboard were departing. He made his way aft and found Dorian and Preston in conversation amongst new furnishings. Dorian attempted to engage William's opinion on the newly decorated room, but William was focused in his mood as he produced the letter from Miss Fitzgerald. He passed it to Dorian and waited while he read the contents. Elsewhere on Martinique A weary Jean-Bernard Dubernard shook his head and mopped blood from his hands. His attentive assistant stood hard by waiting for the doctor to make a prognosis, though he was fairly certain that anyone could have ascertained the fate of this patient by the smell and quantity of his many injuries. The damaged man which lay before them was torn here and there so brutally that some parts of him did not resemble a man. One miniscule remaining ear was a festering mass of disease, as if that side of his face had decided not to waste any time with the business of dying. He was almost mummified in darkening bandages. The Doctor had managed to save the man from the brink, but even he looked uncertain about this premature act of mercy, for the patient's outlook seemed as grim as the reaper. Doctor Dubernard nodded in the direction of the door and he and his assistant Philippe Pétain went out into the night air. "Will he live, Monsieur?" asked an expectant Lagueux Michaud the moment they were in the street. He had brought the man with haste to the doctor and had remained to assist at first, until the first amputation had forced him to flee the surgery for clearer air out of doors. Doctor Dubernard shook his head. "Perhaps if he had been discovered sooner." he answered, rubbing one tired eye. "He has lost too much blood, I should think, and I like not his color." "Who is he, do you think?" Lagueux Michaud asked, his voice dropping low as two women passed them by. "I do not know, but his remaining hand, like the other, is calloused much. He might have been a sailor or a dockhand." Doctor Dubernard looked back through the open door at what remained of Tawny. "We may never know who he was." he admitted, making no effort to change his use of the past tense. Larboard Watches on Duty

Aye...the rain. I remember standing with Jack in the rain at PIP and watching him tip his hat a little to one side and it drained out ever so nicely. You have to remember to tip the hat out in a direction that won't dump rain water in your food.

We never meant to be cryptic. Liam has a case of RSV which has caused him to contract a mild case of pneumonia. He's been on oxygen and medication since Sunday night, and as anyone who has stayed at a hospital over many days can tell you, they forget that people need sleep.

August 3, 1704 - Aboard the Watch Dog William considered the matter aloud, noting that if he could use Thatcher and Mooney while they should be off duty ashore, then there could be no harm in Eric employing Jean Doublet if Jean was willing and able. He did caution Eric to spend as little time as he could in finding Jean and that he should release Robert to leave ashore once he found the Frenchman. Eric agreed and made haste. Manus and Paul were about to depart at almost the same time, when Pascal asked if he might go in Mooney's place. William agreed, and the three men left the ship, with Paul seeing Manus and Pascal as far as the docks. Jacob and Tudor met William amidships, even as he began discussing his plans ashore with Claude Marchande. Mister Badger listened closely, as he motioned for two men to tackle the task of bearing the Doctor’s belongings ashore. When William was done explaining his plans to Claude, he walked with Tudor to the surgery, where he, Tudor and Jacob discussed the particulars of removing the Doctor’s requested belongings. Tudor wore many questions on her face, but asked none of them, for William seemed anxious to depart, so she confirmed only a few small matters as touching the surgery, and let him go to his business.

Welcome aboard! You'll find many like minds here. You'll also find many deranged minds as well, but drinking helps.

Welcome aboard our fine pub. The place is quiet of late, but it still has its wild days and nights.

August 3, 1704 - Aboard the Watch Dog Eric Franklin reported for duty along with an unusually happy looking Manus. Robert gave Manus a questioning look, but Manus seemed to be too involved in his own thoughts to notice. Paul simply elbowed him in the ribs as William laid out his own cutlass and pistols on the table. “Mister Franklin, I want you to take Robert and go directly to the sugar plantation where you and Mister Pew stayed the night some days past. You will make inquiries of those at the plantation and any other home near to the place with the aid of your friends there.” “Sah…the home of Monsieur Lebeaux?” Eric returned, somewhat surprised. “Aye, the same. I do not know the island well, but at least a few of us are aware of the Manoir de Aube Sucré, because of your visit there, so the location allows us a landmark inland from St. Louis.” William explained. “You will use the manor as a point of origin when charting your way back to the docks.” “Aye, Sah.” Eric agreed with an appreciative nod. “The Manor also affords us a point along a wide arc which will take in the Western coast of Martinique and the roads between there and here. You will go with Robert directly to that fixed point and make your way back again with due speed, stopping only where and when you may, and only as your own good reason dictates, to enquire after our men. In this way, you will return to the Watch Dog in an ever shrinking arc.” “I understand, Sah.” “Mister Mooney.” “Sah!” “You will take Mister Hingerty and go as far as the Villa du Fort Royal, North and East of us. You will make enquiries there and then return to the ‘Dog along a tack which lies between here and there. Am I understood?” “Aye, Sah.” The two men said together. “If any of you should find information that might lead you beyond the circle of your search, you will first return to the Watch Dog or the Lucy and make your information know to myself, or in my absence, Captain Lasseter. Am I understood?” Again they agreed together and William explained that he and Claude Marchande would search as they might while on errands in St. Louis. William further explained that Captain Lasseter should be made aware of these search parties and that he would do this before departing the docks. He cautioned the men to find rest at the widest arc and to rise early on the morrow that they might come again to the docks before the noon hour. He gave to them some coin for the purpose of food, lodging, and where necessary, bribery. Then he sent them on their errand with papers and purse, wishing them well in their efforts. When they were gone, he took one long breath and let it out slowly as he shouldered his baldric. He stepped from the Ward Room and stood a moment at the surgery door before going in search of Claude and his own purposes ashore.

Bragging rights for me fall into several categories. I got some fine lace as a gift from Captain Sterling. I am the proud owner of several beautiful hand made fids from Edward O'Keefe. Captain Lasseter gifted a sword to me. Still, I think I'll brag on the friendships made at the event.

I cannot begin to describe how tired and worn I am. In fact... THUD. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

August 3, 1704 - Aboard the Watch Dog Robert Thatcher and Paul Mooney reported to the ward room fed, clothed in fresh shirts, and armed to go ashore again in search of the three missing men. While they stood waiting, William pondered aloud about which men he would add to their respective search parties. A knock came at the door then and two men appeared there, counterpointing the present requirement for additional searchers. William was surprised to see a weary Claude Marchande and threadbare Cobus Casteel, just returned from their own search ashore. They wore the dust and clay of many roads and William smiled to see them returned to the ship, but his face sobered at once, for Claude's expression was not one of good news. Claude passed a solitary letter to William and William took it to the open stern windows to read it there. "Sah...if we may?" Claude asked, gesturing in the direction of the galley. "Go and eat, Mister Casteel." William said as he unfolded the stiff paper. "If you would wait a moment..." William added, nodding to Claude and Claude returned the gesture as he nudged Cobus from the room. William read the letter quietly to himself, looking up once at the water of the Cul du Sac Royal. Then he read the letter through again, more slowly. Again, he looked out the window as if pondering upon its contents. He turned once to Claude and made as if to speak twice before turning to the letter yet a third time. Robert and Paul exchanged a look, but Claude merely watched the Captain. William looked out the window. "How came you by this?" "She bid us wait while she penned the letter, Captain." Claude explained. William nodded. He looked down at the open paper and then folded it slowly, nodding again. "Thank you, Mister Marchande." he said quietly. "Please see that Mister Badger is informed. He'll need some men to remove her things. Please also see that Miss Smith is made aware of the departure so that she might sort those tools belonging to the ship from them that should be borne to the Doctor. "Aye, Sah." Claude said as he went out in search of the Bosun and Steward. "Miss Fitzgerald." Robert guessed aloud, trying to fill the quiet of the room. William simply nodded, illuminating nothing. "Mister Thatcher, please bring me the Master-at-Arms and Mister Hingerty." "Aye, Sah." William turned again to the window and cursed under his breath. Three bells of the First Dog Watch Larboard Watches on Duty

I need a drink and a bed. In point of fact, I need a sedative in a drink and a very comfortable bed. A goose down bed.

In a word remarkable. In 30 words... That is a remarkable piece of work. The unique parts and the overall craftmanship are truly amazing and you are fast becoming one of the true artisans of the period.

My coveting meter spiked.

Play, musicians, play!

Moving right along...

It isn't a no-no to reference any material, thread or website which may further the cause of knowledge and understanding. Love the painting.

Watch it with friends. Watching it alone is fun and fine, but the experience is magnified with other people. The Utah Browncoats are gearing up for a shindig in February.

Oh great...Someone else got Jenny a cabin boy.

Only if you want some of this as well.

We need some of these.

We had best stop this before the pirates begin puking.

You are Mother Earth. Beautiful, Fertile, Divine.

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