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Last I heard, 3 have passed . . .

Roger Reeves presented himself to the ship's master and master-at-arms. His tales of Stephen Hudless were very near to those of Samuel Milling's: same plot, different details. He had personally seen one occasion where Stephen and another seaman had come to blows regarding which point of the compass they were currently on. The ship's officers dismissed the man and he hurried along. "Well, wot d'ya make o' Mister Hudless?" asked Preston. "Permission t' speak freely sar?" replied the tall marine. "Aye, wot say ye?" "A right troublemaker sar. One o' two ways to deal with 'im as I sees it. Best fit here 's a good drubbing sar. Make him crawl back in his hole." The master-at-arms spoke from experience. Preston squinted and ran his hand threw his long goatee several times. "Aye Mister Flint, a good drubbing," Preston drew Bill in closer. "The Captain 'll 'ear none of it, eh? 'Twas an accident was it not?" "Aye Mister Pew. Happen all the time 'board ship." A long devilish smile drew across William Flint's face. The smirk matched the one growing upon the ship's master. Preston clasped a hand atop Bill's shoulder. The deed was done.

IBTLockdown 2 hours and counting . . . muahahahahaha . . . Choose wisely. One pill brings you back to the Pub, one pill sends you to the Matrix . . .

$40 is a very good deal for a 15 year rum.

Very cool idea . . . .

Welcome. A pouch of coin and th' offer of drinks would b' most kindly. A rum and ginger for m'self. I was in F-burg this weekend. I honked as we sailed by . . .

African or European?

"Judith" A Perfect Circle

Finding a new (to us) beer in a local beverage store Having someone say 'Thank you'

If you could ask any question(s) about anything and get the real answer, what would it be?

Very cool R. Congrats. Can we break a virtual bottle of champagne over the virtual store?

A pint eh? Never one t' look one away. . . Welcome . . .back?

7/1/2009, 1:30pm EDT update: BLACK= Book is confirmed in artist's possession RED= Where the books should be PEW: withoutaname, Matusalem V Matusalem: Lady Seahawke, Callenish Gunner V withoutaname: Kate_Souris, V Callenish Gunner: V Lady Seahawke: Ransom, pyrateleather V Kate_Souris: Patrick Hand, Red-Handed Jill V pyrateleather: V Ransom: Capt Sophia Eisley V Patrick Hand: V Red-Handed Jill: V Cpt Sophia M Eisley: Pew If you have not replied....Please update me as to what sketchbooks you may have, (in case this list is incorrect.) Thanks....

R: If you think you can get both done in a month, then that works for me . . .

All books should be out (or going out) by the end of the week. Today is July 1st. Almost near the end . . . . Please update me as to what book you have currently so I can update the 'list'. Thank you.

I headed to the eastern beach. Portuguese merchants. Not much of a fighting force to take back the vessel they were booted from. Assuming they were overtaken by pirates. Struggling in the surf, I again assume they are not used to a landing by sea but by wharf alone. I leave them. Heading to the west beach, I watch the slaves. I take my canteen and several fruits to them. Using my canteen, I dip fresh water for each of them. My plan is to use them to overtake the Dutch when they return.

Preston sneered and caught Bill's expression in the shaded lantern's glow. "Accident, eh?" was all that the ship's master replied.

Got mine in yesterday. Excellent work everyone!!!

Samuel was at the top of the steps just as Preston finished a nip at his flask. Bill Flint, stalwart as ever, completed Preston's shadow in the waning light. "Sah," announced the able seaman. Preston reached out and grabbed the youth by the back of his neck and pulled him near. Samuel was caught quite off-guard as he was led to the bow by the ship's master. "Stephen Hudless. Wot y' know o' him?" whispered Preston. The wide-eyed boy was taken aback at this direct questioning. He had made it a habit not to intrude in the business of others, but now was drawn into the other's business. "Sah?" replied Samuel. Preston had relinquished ahold of the boy. He stared into Mister Milling's eyes. "You served aboard the Caleb Hudson wit' Hudless. Wot y' know of 'im?" darted the Master. Samuel Milling was caught quite off guard. He wiped his palm over his face and collected himself for a moment. Samuel told that he had heard stories of Stephen's antics among the previous trips upon a blackbirder, all to include beatings, whippings, and hangings. One story went even so far as he father'd a mulatto below decks. The only stories he had been witness to were the fights onboard the Caleb Hudson. It was reported that Mister Hudless has spent the better part of a fortnight locked within a cable tier. The anger began to rise in Preston. Stories they were, but must have some root, somewhere. The ship's master gnawed on his own lip. 'Roger Reeves may thence just be sending judgement 'pon Stephen Hudless', thought Preston to himself. "Thank you son," stated the ship's master without emotion, "Carry on." Samuel nodded and made his way below. "Word was sent for Mister Reeves, Master Whitingford," said Bill. "Shall we engage the Cap'n sah?" "No," merely replied Preston.

Phew. I hate the Dutch. Can I keep the tarp? I am assuming that the Dutch are in the process of going to offload the slaves, hence they have stopped for water on their way into port. Otherwise they would refill at the offload port. Thus, I am assuming that I am on one of the islands further to the east of the Caribbean. Likewise I can hazard a guess that whomever is heading east is full of, more than likely, rum. Not hearing cannon shot, nor anything to point to the fact that the Dutch encountered an enemy as they sailed away, I would again hazard a guess that whomever the Dutch met were/are allies. Not liking my odds with the previous Dutch, I head to the East beach to watch the landing party arrive.

the galley, below deck, aboard the Lucy As the watches changed, the line forming outside the galley exponentially increased. Hopes of a hot sup and a evening ration kept the crew in high spirits. . .save for one. Stephen Hudless jostled his way below to reach the front of the line before any of his mates might. Several scowls lined the way, "And wot of it?!" called Hudless back. Samuel Milling stood just aft the galley, more interested in cleaning off paint on his hands from touching up the larboard rail. He knew his meal would be there in due time. He was more engaged in receiving his tot than a plate of stew and some bread to follow. Samuel looked down the line. His large frame towered over many of the 'common' sized men. Samuel was a near head taller than most of the crew on board; made him easier to find among others. Something he often felt as both a blessing and a curse. He smiled. Word was passed through the line that the ship's master wanted a word with him topside. Samuel promptly threw down the rag and scrambled up the steps. ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Navigation Log of the Lucy: Direction: SW, sailing large, with a quartering wind Speed: 9 knots, large wavelets, crests breaking Wind: Gentle breeze increasing, from the NE

Why The Brass Ar . . .Sorry. Didn't read the second part. . . .

Thankee, thankee . . .

Any updates Ladies and Gents?

One of two . . .After my grandfather's boat,The White Cap, or my father's The Argo, (my first name would just match the Argo perfectly . . .)