Tudor MercWench Smith

broom closet

I do a bit of knitting, so I could take a whack at it, and if it's too much for me, I have a friend who's been knitting since she was 7 . . .

*comes downstairs and grabs some left over pie out of the fridge and pours herself a guiness* Mmmm . . . breakfast of champions!!!

Me too. I should've gotten an xbox. I'm thinking it would just be cheaper to do that rather then a new computer . . . I dunno - how much do x-boxes run?

After sending out the crew on the search, the Captain is approached by his steward. "Sir, far be it from me to tell you what to do . . . but sit down! You'll be the death of yourself.' After almost forceably pushing the captain into a chair in the ward room, she poured him a drink. 'Now, wait here, and I'm going to bring you something to eat. And if I come back and find you gone, on the search . . ." She didn't finish the threat, but glared at the captain, wagging a finger at him.

clumsy

wanted; the system good enough to run Pirates . . .

who's up for more pictures?

oat and honey pretzles - can we say yummy!

wooo-hoooo! PARRRTAAAY!!!!!! Cheers to ya love!

But the thing is, his hands are his hands . . . if a man turned to piracy, he wounldn't trade in his hands because his fingers were to slim, would he? Seriously, rub some dirt under untrimmed finger nails, throw on some scars and cuts and voila! Pirate hands! I dunno - I find his hands sexy to begin with.

*yawns and stumbles down into the dining room* Morning all! *yawns again* Busy weekend . . . can I get anyone some coffee?

Tudor smiles across to the QM as he escorts the visiting officers into the cabin. "Good day gentlemen." Starts handing glasses to all the men, not at all unnerved at being left alone with the strangers. "I am the Captain's Steward, and if I can get you anything else while you are waiting for Captain Wake, please feel free to ask." She said after distributing the beverages and leaving the decanter in the centre of the table. She gave them one last impeccably polite smile, then turned for the door, enjoying their mixed expressions upon finding a woman on board a ship. She left the room and stood with Quartermaster to wait for the Captain.

After discreetly concealing her weapons, so as to look unarmed, Tudor hurried about the Captain's cabin before he arrived with the officers from the dutchman. She deftly procured a bottle of port and several glasses, and started pouring.

*drives across three tables and five chairs and steals the plate from infron of william, and after scarfing it in an almost impossible speed, she looks up sheepish* - And I don't even like mushrooms and almonds!

I feel like I'm a million places at one time. Trying to schedual my life and there doesn't seem to be enough time in the day, week, and month. And I'm confused and giddy . . . and feeling guilty for being happy about some news I've had.

Let's not talk about food - I can't find anything to eat *wanders off to the kitchen again*

Sorry - I missed your question earlier I'm not sure who built it. It is of course, not really a ship - nor was it ever, I'm sure. Just built to look like it, when the faire first opened, or shortly thereafter. It's one of the older parts of the faire. Just a faniciful shaped building to sell weapons out of.

Waiting patiently until he is done conversing with all the officers she was sent to fetch, Tudor tallied off in her head all she would need to feel useful in the upcoming battle. "Sir," she sought the captain's attention when he was done hearing reports "By your leave, may I go to the armoury and fetch some . . ." She paused, a mischevious glint in her eye. "Some weapons." After gaining the captains consent, she silently yet swiftly made her way to where the weapons were stored.

PA renfaire - only a short 30-45 minutes from home!

Grey Heels Beth? I don't know - i think it has a certain ring to it?

I know I don't look all the piratey in the pic - I have so many ideas for me look - but can never get them quite right. But now that I'm working and getting paid in garb, we'll see what I can come up with. I wish ye could see the bottom of my shift there, though - I embroidered celtic knotwork all along the hem of it. It looks beautiful, if I say so meself! Best part about the falling apart peice of shyte!

After taking a finally sip of the tea given to her, she stands up and half curtsies. "I shall see to it sir!" She smiled widely then spun on her heels, petticoat twirling and she made her way out the door, in search of these three people.

Alright - so I promised y'all pictures . . . in fact, William said I was not to come back with out lots of pictures, so I'm finally getting around to posting some of them. Sorry - this is all I have uploaded at the moment, but there will be more to follow . . . - Me and me sister at gate opening first weekend. And this - be the pirate ship, the Lady Krimm. That's where ye buy all sorts of sharp and shinies!

The young steward made her way quickly to the Captain's cabin, a tray of food in arms. "You sent for me sir?" She quickly looks down at her load and remembers - "Oh, yes, I didn't know if you would be hungry for the afternoon meal, and as your still on the mend, I took the liberty o' bringing some up for you." She set the tray down, wiped her hands on her skirt and practically snapped to attention. "What orders do you have for me sir?" She smiled to herself, glad to have the captain back.