Tudor MercWench Smith

With a quickly salute, Tudor turned on her heels and headed back to the deck, in search of the officer in charge. Upon finding Mr. Brisbane and offering him a quick salute, she explained what was needed. "I need a strong and reliable crewman or two if you can spare them. I am deliviring the crew's shares and Captain Lasseter wants them brought to his ward room so he can distribute them appropriatly." Even if he could not have spared any crew, he would have, for every man onboard the ship could not wait until their shares were in their hands. He quickly called for three men and ordered them to follow Miss Smith and help her with the task. Soon they stood back infront of the ward room, and once again, Tudor found herself knocking on the door.

She pulled the letter from Captain Brand out from her pouch and handed it forward. "Letter from Captain Brand sir." She said with a quick nod. "Also, the shares for the crew are on the wharf. I managed to unload them from the boat with Mr. Badger's aide, but we'll need some able crewman to assist in bringing it aboard."

After making sure the crate filled with shares to be delievered was carefully loaded onto the boat that was to take it and herself and Mr. Badger ashore, Tudor climbed in herself, wishing to lose no time in the execution of her errands. It was not too a terribly long trip between the Watch Dog and the wharf, but Tudor took the opportunity too observe her surrondings, from the dark greyish blue water they sailed over that seemed to have a personality and mystery or it's own, to the sweeping veiw of the ship they were leaving. As the neared the shore she took note of all the comings and goings of the docks. She climbed onto the pier as the crew tied off the boat and with Mr. Badger's assistance retrived the shares. "Mr. Badger, I have a letter to deliver to the Lucy. If you wish to remain here, or even to start for Le Chateau Anse while I go find Captain Lasseter, I will be able to catch up to you when I have finished." She then turned to where the Lucy was moored, she stood at the gang plank and called for attention. "Captain Brand's Steward, Smith requesting permission to come aboard to deliver a message to Captain Lasseter." After gaining the approval to come aboard, Tudor was shown to the Lucy's ward room. After a quick stuccato knock, she waited for response.

At the captain's departure from where they all had gathered, Tudor simply shrugged to herself. "Well, there's that explained." She said to no one in particular though Mister Badger stood next to her. She handed him his shares that she carried then turned to look at him. "Shall we head ashore then?" She asked with a small friendly grin.

With a quirk of red brow, she paused before commenting, trying to form the best words. "I know none of the particulars Sir. Gossip runs amok. The best I can make out from all the hyperbole is that he was involved in some sort of skirmish - I know not why or with whom - and that his finger was lost." She looked squarely at the captain. "All this I have heard just in passing and have not even a first hand account of the wounds, so other then that I cannot say." She held the items in her hand and waited for response. "Will there be anything else, sir?"

"Aye, and perhap remind him to bid them keep a watchful eye, especially after what happened to Luigi. T'is just as likely to be dangerous ashore as it is at sea." She said, gathering up the items he was entrusting to her keep, pausing when she saw the startled look on the captains face.

She came when she was called, having waited to take her leave until she was sure the captain would be in need of nothing else. Entering the ward room worldlessly, she stood in all formal posture across from the captain. "How may I be of service, sir?" She asked when he looked up from where he looked over his numbers one last time and acknowledged her.

After seeing the unwanted tray into the galley to be cleaned, Tudor made her way back topside, coming across several members of the outbound watch on their way below, after informing them and asking them to spread the word amongst the others from their watch to gather for their shares. She then started her search for those to start their watching and bidding them to be available at the captain's call.

This is my baaaabeee! I've had her since she was six weeks, she's now . . . gosh, ten months . . . and likes pretending she is the Queen of all Destruction, as is evidenced by the photo. I lurve her . ..

Tudor looked at the jewels she carried in her fist as she made her way below. The captain was correct, they would fetch a very paltry price indeed, but they were also pretty. She did not make it a point to hold onto any jewels that came into her possesion - she had privately spoken to one of the merchants that had come for the auctioning of goods the previous evening and unloaded to him the set she had aquired previously for the dinner upon the spanish ship. Although she would admit it to none, she only kept the jewelry that had sentimental attachment. Upon arriving in her corner, she knelt down and opened the trunk which seemed to hold more then it's size alluded to. Rummaging to the bottom, she pulled out a small rosewood box. After running her hand over the simplistic yet well executed carving on the lid, she opened it and unfolded the linnen that lined it. There, those few jewels she kept were tucked safely and carefully. There was first in the box, several strands of pearls, of fine enough quality but dated in style that served as the first ornamentation that she ever wore. Then the diamond necklace that was of equal quality to the set she now held, pretty and shiny but not worth an ounce, and they too saw a first for her, but more importantly they were purchased by a dear friend for her benefit. She had ridded herself of far more valuable matches, but those she kept. And then finally in the box rested six golden bangles, of varying width and ornmentation, and nestled in among them was a necklace strung with antique gold coins and garnets that were once said to match her hair, and the ear dangles in the same design. She did not hold these too her heart in fond memory as she did the others, but rather just looked at them, a pained expression in her eyes, and refused to touch them, as if they were cursed for her. No one knew she had taken these with her, nor would anyone ever wonder. And now, with a smile, she placed the Captain's recent gift into the box, in a place of honour in her possesions, not for their apperance of elegance, and certainly not for their value, but simply for the kindness in which they had been given to her. Tucking all away as it had been, she decided she would sleep, if only just for a short time. The day was to hold much, and she intended not to miss a moment.

Beowulf - translated by Seamus Heany, cause to be honest, I haven't read it since the 6th grade (even though it was assigned and I wrote a kick ass paper on it in 10th). but went and saw the new movie over the holiday and sat in the theatre going "Ummm . . . I need to reread cause I don't remember this shit going down like this"

Tudor wandered the darkened decks. It had been a long and event filled few days, and there was no sign of respite from the activity. Not that she minded, she thrived on the flurry of action and movement. Although, truth to be told, she breathed a sigh of relife when the sale ended. There were too many people to watch, too many things to go wrong. Luckily nothing had. She made another round of the decks, walking silently. Word had it that the morrow held much more in store. With a sigh, and a final glance over the waters, she finally decided to retire for the night.

mmmm . . . mommy's homemade chocolate cake. Yes, a very healthy breakfast.

gorgeous, but not worth that much. This is when I got to wal-mart, buy a 20$ doll, and $10 worth of remnant fabric and play with my sewing machine

wish I was there. hope you all have a fantastic time!!

As promised . . . here is the boy looking stunning at archery practice in my backyard . .. this one clearly says "Sweetie I love you, BUT PUT THE CAMERA DOWN!" out to dinner with the boss-man after a Faire Day And the piece-de-resistance (which I swear was not posed but is completely candid!!!) . . . . have I mentioned that I am blissfully happy?

he is well - working too hard and still living far far to far away from me, but we are coping well. I am heading down for turkey-day. I'll throw up some pictures tomorrow. I have been told we are disgustingly cute . . .

no. . . . poverty unemployment and living in a technological dead zone is the reason. Trust you to blame the boy . . .

I'd like to take a moment to point out a diffrence that no one has mentioned. Not that I overly-romanticise about the motivations, ect, of pirates, but know what I do of the time period, an assumption I have made is that many turned to piracy out of an almost necssity. Sign on with a pirate crew or starve/be gangpressed/suffer from indenturtude or slavery. Same kind of deal as why women have turned to prostitution - do what you have to for survival. Again, not to say that there wern't some scumbag bastardy pirates that were inherintly violent and cruel . . . but when faced with the choice of starvation, servitude and abuse, who wouldn't choose a life of freedom and survival? Seems logical. Modern day gangs on the other hand - I see no point. There's no need for "Survival". Need money? go sign on with an employment agency - hell, get welfare! Need food? Again, welfare, food stamps, food banks, become a shop lifter in a grocery store even ( ). Abuse and violence? Go to a shelter, move, go to the police. . . Now I realise that this really isn't exploring all the socio-political sides to the whole argument, and is really just a generalisation from a suburbanite who's experience with gangs is limited to reading the Godfather and seeing parts of West Side Story . . . but that is what pops into my head when comparing the two

oooooh . . . I want this ten million times more then I wanted my senior HS yearbook . . .

Never saw the show, no, but I was merchanting right next to him at Pennsic this year, so during slow hours and rehersals, we got free, private shows. Needless to say, they were awesome. Set such a good ambiance.

only one that he emailed me the other day. None of us together or anything . . . we only met last week and he lives out of state, so, y'know. I'll have to see about getting something up here. Cause I lucked out on a looker too! You guys seriously don't get it - I totaly won the boyfriend lottery. And I giggle everytime I say the word boyfriend.

Thank you thank you! I just needed to share my absolute giddyness with SOMEONE! I seem to have very few people to tell, and as I hardley believe it myself, I have to keep telling anybody that will hold still long enough to listen, just so I can hear myself say the word 'boyfriend' again and realise that I am refering to my own!

RAY! This round is on me! Everyone drink up, we are celebrating!!!!!! After 20 years of ill-luck with all specimen of the male gender, I have finally found a guy that likes me and that I like him (at the same time even! ) . . . and so, it's offical - I have a boyfriend!!! *This has been a public service announcement. You may now return to your regularly schedualed pubbin*

ohh, what a shock to the auditory system! I had the slow withdrawl of downgrading to Ren Faire before hitting the noises of the real world again. Right now, Midnight Show is playing, by The Killers, but after that is some of the Lord of the Dance soundtrack.