William Brand

Diego brought up the idea of mending nets once at a festival in California. I know that it is a careening camp, but could we feasibly have someone mending a net, and has anyone ever done so?

^ I have had many reaccuring dreams over the course of my life. Some of them nightmares. < I'm uncertain whether or not I prefer nightmares or disappointing dreams less. V Do you dream in color?

But of course. I release the command of the kitchen into your hands.

I just convinced two friends from our neck of the woods to join us at PIP. And one of them is a most excellent cook. Yay.

Then I believe some pan fried, greek potatoes are in order....

July 29, 1704 - Le Saint Heureux Captain Brand took his leave of Mister McGinty and their guests and retired to a private room on the Southern side of the inn. It overlooked enough of the Cul du Sac royal that William could make out the general anchorage of the Watch Dog, if not the 'Dog herself. Rain continued to obscure much of the port and the smell of it was in the air everywhere. William sent for hot water to be fetched up to his room, for in addition to the comfortable furnishings of his surroundings, the room was blessed with a large, copper tub which sat facing the window. It was more round than long, almost a sitting tub, but when it was filled it proved to be quite comfortable. William sat in the hot water in near darkness, content with the dying light from the fireplace and the occasional lightning off the bay. He had thought to beg a book or two from the proprietor, but chose to soak instead, content to let his mind wander. He spent the better part of an hour going over figures and positions aboard ship that would need filling. He pondered on the small fortune which the Ilex treasure was yielding. He wondered after Mister Youngblood and his cannon sales. He meditated on new officers for the 'Dog. With his mind drifting from topic to topic, it eventually brought him to older things. Lost things. The storm soon reminded him of his beginning weeks at Almeria when he lived and worked in the village of San Jose. A three day storm had drowned the coast of Spain and he had spent much of those first few days indoors. William smiled to think that fourteen years had passed since then and he looked down at his hands to see if they seemed any older. The bath water had puckered them full of wrinkles, but he couldn't imagine that his hands looked any older, for memory doesn't allow us the luxury of comparison. "We always see ourselves as a present thing." he thought. Of course, he could not think about any of this, especially Spain, without wondering again what had become of Teresa. He was thinking of her often of late, and it didn't bother him so much to remember her now, as it did to recognize that he was forgetting what she looked like at all. Her face was now becoming an ideal and vague image in his mind. The years had replaced the absolute focus of her face with a hazy representation of her once clear and unforgettable form. "I should have borrowed that book..." William said aloud to himself. ~Starboard Watches on Duty~

Filet mignon with herbed potatoes...

By interesting I mean...cold. Very, very cold. And the wind was up.

^ I'd have a space program. < I will get into space. Oh yes. V Would you take a one way trip to Mars if offered?

I showered buck naked in the cold showers on the beach at 2 in the morning. It was...interesting. Now, back on the subject. Captain Sterling does make a good point and so do others. If you are only planning on using the tent at PIP, then you need not worry about fireproofing. The watchwords of the festival are common sense. We don't expect a fire problem because all of the camps will have water buckets and patrols of some sort, so it shouldn't be an issue. However, if you are inclined to fireproof your tent, then it certainly wouldn't hurt, and it might even broaden the use of the tent over time. However, it is a personal decision as touching PIP.

Wow. With Hurricane's projected numbers and some of the people attending who aren't accounted for by name, we have over 50 people coming so far. I am liking these numbers.

Is it a period drawing? If so, you need that speaking trumpet as well.

Don't worry about watching this thread too closely. We have time yet to buy them and I want to give people a change to budget it in. I'll PM everyone when we have plenty of people to save on the shipping.

^ Weighed down like a treasure galleon. < I need a back-up external drive in the worst way. V Have you ever wanted to kill anyone and hide the body?

Rolls are not necessarily raw. My favorites are cooked, such as spicy shrimp tempura rolls.

We'll add your order to the Careening Camp and ship them directly to the fort to await our arrival. Once we have enough confirmed orders, I will tally up the overall caost with tax and shipping and let people know what they need to send.

Today's special is Maki-zushi...

^ I worked on a pig farm for awhile. A far cry from graphic design I can tell you. And a foul cry. < I now eat more bacon than ever. Bloody pigs. V I'll pass the question too.

Steady...

If enough of the Archangel Crew wants to order, you may wish to do your own group order and have it delivered there to you. Then you can use the lanterns at events throughout the year.

July 29, 2704 - Aboard the Watch Dog Alder Wenge collapsed into his hammock with the smile of a man pleased with the day's labor. He had managed to complete the supporting timbers for the new Starboard quartergalley on the Watch Dog. Old and new beams had been married together so well, that a coat of paint would soon make them impossible to distinguish from one another. Soon the planking and framing would follow and the 'Dog would be just another frigate on the water, whole and complete. It was a Carpenter's sole delight to work so well, that no notice of the work should be evident when complete, but for the completion itself. In the Ward Room, Jim Warren was enjoying the benefits of his temporary Captaincy. A bottle of wine, a plate of cheese and some hot soup from the galley sat on the table by the many tapers which burned there. He drank and read a selected volume from the stern bench library. A little rain came in at the incomplete quartergalley, but not so much. For the most part, the room was comfortable, homey, and most importantly, private. Jim had of course been a Captain once himself, having commanded more than one nimble ship in his lifetime. The wheel of the 'Dog was just one helm in a long line of helms, and there would probably be many more, but he liked the 'Dog. She was large enough to be grand and small enough to be comfortable. Sealegs Constance came in while Jim was still reading, and she served him coffee and scones, freshly baked. The Ship's Mess Mate poured a large cup and set it out, excepting Mister Warren's thanks with a nod, before making her way into the rain to serve hot drink to the night watches. She had never minded the rain, and after the hot galley, it was a pleasant shower of cool water. She didn't even bother with an oilskin, for her clothes were in need of a good soaking and she meant to let them drink a bit. By the time she had served all about the weatherdecks, and passed invitations for each of them to stop by the galley in turn for fare, she looked like a drowned cat. She returned to the galley and stripped down to her underclothing, laying her clothes over a chair near the cook fires. Then she girded herself in a fresh nightshirt and an apron and continued to work into the night. Patrick Hand stood at the forecastle deck all the while, smoking a pipe in the deluge. He managed to keep it lit despite the downpour, having practiced the art of a good smoke by rain for many a year. He was utterly covered in water, but otherwise untouched by it, having some of the best oil skins to be had aboard. He prided himself on his ability to handle all kinds of weather and rain was no exception. Patrick had never been seen by any aboard to be truly wet, truly scorched or truly unprepared for anything which occurred aboard the 'Dog. He was an able Able Seaman, and no one could ever say different. Down in the holds, Murin McDonough and Nathan Bly were sharing stories of their "lives before". Nathan was amazing Murin with the many adventures he and Bill Flint had passed through together, including their most recent plight on the water and on the shores at La Margarita. Murin was able to empathize, having been a castaway herself and at almost the same time. They laughed when laughing was called for, they nodded when mutual understandings were reached and they were serious and sober when their narration called for it. They sat by the weak and solitary lantern and talked until the candle within snuffed out in the dark. Between three and four bells of First Watch ~Starboard Watches on Duty~

I have spoken with Historic Enterprises on the matter of buying their brass lanterns at a group rate. The lanterns are 4 3/4" x 11" with a horn pane window. See image below. They said they'll give us a 10% discount on the purchase of 12 or more lanterns. The price per lantern would be about $26.96 each with the discount. This makes group buys very simple. Hurricane can do a group buy for the buccaneer group in the 1680 Port Royal Camp and have them all shipped to him for distribution among his crew, while I can handle the 1720 Mercury Careening Camp orders. We can save on shipping as well by sending the lanterns directly to PIP for distribution among the crew members when they arrive. As for the Sutlers Camp, they may wish to purchase their own for use as personal items or wares for sale. Thoughts? http://www.historicenterprises.com/cart.ph...tail&p=216&c=35

We have some lovely rice milk with a hint of vanilla.

I'd best get you some milk...

William and John were pressed into an establishment sooner than expected when the rain blowing in off of the Cul du Sac Royal forced them to take refuge. They didn't mind this, for both of them were soon dining in Le Saint Heureux, a comfortable inn tucked between a milliner and a wine merchant. Here they found meat, cheeses, hot soup and fresh bread, in addition to the rum which seemed to be everywhere in Martinique. John was in such good spirits that he begged the favor of paying for their meal and William allowed him the honor of the request. When the inn became crowded with the press of wet men and women coming in from the weather, they ordered their food brought up to a private room on the second floor. The room came complete with its own fireplace and table. It was modestly furnished, but very comfortable. They were soon joined by too tired, but friendly looking women from the kitchen who brought up additional dishes. John was so taken by one of the women that he asked the proprietor if they might stay awhile and dine with them. A coin or two helped the man make up his mind for him and the proprietor allowed the kitchen maids to remain. The women were polite, if a little taken aback by the unexpected freedom from work. They were cautious in their conversation at first, but soon found William to be less daunting than his appearance. Soon, the four of them were talking in a mix of English and French that warmed the room more than the fire and William was glad for the company. Outside, below, and unseen by the dinner party, the woman doctor who had tended to Captain Lasseter, passed by the inn. She was already wet through and destined to wait beside a sickbed much of the night.