Black Syren

I do not know much of the chests but I can say I have one of Willie Wobbles wrapped bottles and it's divine!

LOL William I am catching up..so here's a shameless thing to do I admit it..but I am curious about everyone soo if you would like a call from me send me a contact # over PM. Shamelss of me I know..lol

Revised list...

Merrydeath

Lady Barbossa

Silkie

William Red Wake

Maeve

Briar Rose

Stynky Tudor

Haunting Lily

Edward O’ Keefe (At my Home)

Sterling

Red-Handed Jill

Cheeky Actress Briefly while she was at an event

Mary Diamond

Dutch

Grace

Iron Bess

M.A.d’Dogge –Recently about St. Jude’s for my nephew

Zephaniah W. Nash – Today about the missed TRF weekend

Callenish

Salty Pots *Before they leave for PiP*

Gentleman Scotty

Willie Wobble

Yup..I am very lucky and now I know who sent it..it was my newest pirate cousin! *Grins* Im thrilled with it and yes it's on my grab list as well. Im slowly piecing together my kit! I have seen pics of Pearl's assets..Mr. Wobble won't stand a chance! *Grins*

Thank you as well Willie Wobble! And I can add speaking to Mr. Wobble on those I have spoken with.

I just wanted to let ya'll know that we paint Floorcloths, Bags/Purses, Banners which can also be used for Businesses, Christmas Stockings and Christmas Tree Skirts. We can paint any size, any shape and any design. These are some of the things created for some of the pubsters here.

Made for Haunting Lily

William Red Wake's Ships Wheel

Dutch and Grace

Gentleman Scotty and His lovely wife Kate for their tent

Lady Barbossa's Wall Banner

Rumba Rue's Treasure Map

And one of my bags/purses. It is fully painted on all sides, lined, handles were added as well as trim across the top and then fully sealed to protect the paint.

We are located on Facebook or our website www.thesmugglerscove.com *Beware still under construction*, RocKimDesigns.Etsy.Com or by e-mail at thesmugglerscove@yahoo.com

Instead of selling have you thought about someone managing it for you?

I just received the most wonderful gift..A bottle from Willie Wobble's Inventory..however he will not tell me who really sent it and I would love to know. I LOVE the bottle so Thank you to who ever sent it to me. BIG BIG HUGS!!!!!

Happy Birthday Silkie! I hope it's a great day and that you do not have to work!

Happy Birthday!

Hmm cannot download it either, Im getting an error message about font.

Done..and I love the ring

Thanks Brig, your a sweetie *hugs*! Thank you all again for the well wishes..*blows kisses and pokes a few of you with her Trident for good measure*

Thank you very much Lady B, so far it's been grand, Hubby let me sleep in! As for the Pub being hollow Im not so sure about that..but Ill take it. Big Hugs to ye sister of my heart!

Now more than wide awake she felt a rush of energy bolt through her veins and quickly tugged a forelock as William gave her new orders. “Aye sir!” That said she lsowly made her way across the pitching deck, down the ladderway and across the ship heading aft. Weaving around others she had to stop as another wave crashed over and she lost her footing falling hard to the deck. Luckily she did not travel far and quickly managed to right herself and managed to make the rest of the journey to the ladderway aft in some safety.

Climbing as quickly as she could she crossed the deck and positioned herself at the rail and looked out. She could see nothing but inky darkness, raising the glass she knew she would still see nothing but she had to at least take a look, perhaps she would see light from the Navarra. Raising the glass to her eye it was just as she feared, there was nothing but dark sea and suddenly brilliantly lit skies.

The sea was a writhing monster! That was her one and only thought for a long while, her eyes stung from all the water that continually abraded her face choking her as she gasped for breath, Her lungs felt on fire! Her short nails were torn further still as she clung to the rail to keep from being washed over, or tossed when the ship dove deep into a trough only to come back up as quick as it went down. Her legs shook violently as did her arms as muscles were violated continuously from the fight. Time seemed to stand still as lightning flashed showing the sea dropping away only to rush back towards them. A muffled shout to her left showed that someone else along the rail had also seen the huge wave but she dared not turn her head nor take her eyes from the wave as it slammed into the Dog. She slipped on the deck as Ciaran lost his balance toppling into her and she into Alan. Ciaran gave a yell as he was flung backwards, his hands now free of the rail seeking purchase on anything that would stop his roll towards the sea. Just as Ciaran grabbed at her ankle Alan managed to right her, suddenly Mr. Franklin was there along with Claude Marchande , Robert Hollis and Gavin Montgomery. Hard hands steadied her and others lifted Ciaran to his feet, who insisted he was not injured and would remain at his post. Treasure badly shaken by the close mishap prayed that all would survive and that the storm would soon pass for she was not sure how much longer any of them could take the beating they were receiving.

That was my thought as well, it looks to flimsy to be in open water though it's cool how the masts move and such.

According to CNN this is so and they have really neat pics, however im not convinced it's truly seaworthy in rough seas as it looks like it can flip over backwards to me.

Supheryacht flying

I added you as a favorite Blackbead! And I ADORE the brown skulls and The Tribal Queen!

Damn that's pretty! Well done!

As another wave slammed against the side of the Dog water splashed ever upwards and struck her in the face. Coughing she gamely lifted one hand from the rail to wipe at her face before clutching it as the ship bucked wildly. It was like being on the back of a wild horse, that twisted and dropped only to rise again and repeat the process. Except this horse had no mane to cling to nor did one's legs wrap around the barrel of the beast to keep seated. Alan managed to lift the glass to his eye but could see nothing even with the lightning illuminating the pitching seas.

A large wave rushed them and already tired from the brutal fight to stay standing and the heavy drenched oil cloth they all wore, Ciaran lost his balance, his foot tangling with Treasure's legs as he was swept quickly towards the other rail. Shouts were yelled and those at the opposite rail managed to keep him from being swept overboard. A wicked drop on already unstable legs had Treasure hitting her knees on the hard deck with a grunt of pain and she quickly rose. Alan and several others struggling to retain their footing and hold as the sea rolled beneath them. Ciran managed to make his way back and grab hold of the rail his heart thundering at his near fate.

Welcome Aboard sir!

Well Im still trying to shake my fairy godmother from the cookie jar..who knows what will happen when she comes out...

UPDATE

Made a quick call to Bess, she was at work and says she only works a few hours a day and no time to really get on here from work. She does not have access at home either but says Thank You for all the well wishes and to please not forget about her and hugs to everyone!

♥ ya Bess!!!

To a very special Lady, a swell friend and an amazing writer! I wish you the very happiest of Birthdays and I hope it's special and filled with all the love and laughter that can be passed your way. You truly deserve it!

Hugs Always,

Syren

PS...Tell Ronin to stay out of the kitchens! lol

As duty called she made her way with the others to the rail tugging her protective gear closer to her to keep from getting too wet. She slipped once as a large swell seemed to come from nowhere and looked up into Alan’s face and searched his blue gray eyes as he captured her wrist. “Careful.” He muttered before pulling her behind him towards the rail where Ciaran stood waiting. Argus tried to settle at her feet but with the sea so wild and the rain stinging she sent him back below so he would not be washed overboard. There was much news and she was quiet listening as Alan and Ciaran filled her in on what had happened above during the fight and since and soon she replaying her own events as she had been below.

Questions of the prisoners arose and she reported on what she knew of them though it was not much. Nay that was untue..she knew quite a bit about them but she was not at liberty to spread details unless the Captain approved, and as she was not one to carry tales it was best to claim little.

It was also why she favored fellowship with Ciaran and Alan, they accepted her as one of them and understood her claim even though they both knew that she knew more than they would learn till she was ready. With nods they continued to scan the seas though there was not much to see with the wind and rain. Only flashes of lightning showed the angry discord of the sea. It never failed to amaze her..the sea, it was calm and complacent at times, playful at others and then this. The raw power, the danger, man against nature. Was she the only one that felt the pull of it or is this why men escaped to the sea, the sea their mistress? It thrilled her, amazed her and terrified her to see such beauty turn so destructive and seemingly so quickly. A part of her longed to run and hide, another part of her the wilder part relished whatever came. The thunder broke nearly overhead and rumbled loudly over the sea seeming to build in noise before echoing then fading. She lifted her head and watched the bright light fork and flash overhead nearly touching the main mast, she gasped and looked worriedly over the masts to make sure none had been touched before turning back to tell Ciaran and Alan who both nodded grimly and the trio once more turned their attention to the writhing sea.