Captain Jim

I don't know...the rings seem to have reflections in the smooth parts, like the tops of the skulls. And the reflections are different, one seems to be a man's arm (the Adflo ring quarter view) and the Claddagh on the home page has a different reflection that the one on the Claddagh page. Seems a lot of work to change the reflections between pages. The color renderings are computer generated, though. Gold rings are exactly the same and the silver/platinum rings. Still, there is an enormous ammount of detail in these. Details of the teeth are incredible. Would the delivered product be the same? Tell you what, you front me several grand to buy a sample and I'll report back...

Excellent, Patrick. I always knew that you were a fart smeller...er...I mean smart feller.

As a pyrate ye should have known: It's all about the treasure chests and booty.

"Dear Harry, Would you be a dear and construct a 500 gallon fountain in the middle of the Fort? We would be ever so grateful. The Pyrates." That should do it.

That ought to do it. What employer could refuse that?

That depends on the as-yet-to-be-named future employer. I will be there for the weekend at the very least, come hell or high water (knock on wood here.) I had rather planned on getting there on Tuesday and leaving Monday morn. Set a precident, as it were, and make this thing a weeklong event: Just hanging out swapping lies and tips, sewing and crafting, public relations and school visits until the Friday-Sunday public event. We shall see, it seems.

A gentleman would not note that your bikini comes with a pair of cups. Or does it not? Good thing I'm a pyrate and am allowed to point out such things. To the jollyboat men!

Dammit! I'm unemlployed. Due to the fallout from the sub-prime lending debacle, lending is down, developers can't sell houses and the services of biologists to scope out new building sites has dried up. So I was laid off. 35 other folks from Mass to Orlando bought it too. Will this stop me from going? Hell no. I might just come down for the weekend now, not the Tuesday-Monday that I had planned, but I will be there. My kit rework will have to wait until next year, it seems. Still gonna see if I can work out new slops, though. I hate looking for work. Dammit!

Let me help you with that rum there, Patrick. I can't let you shoulder this burden alone.

Just about as well as any other metal item such as guns would do. Hit it with a coating of tung oil and no problem. Pretty.

Please note the big ol' ruby in the $28000.00 ring. That is what you're paying for.

I'm going to, respectfully of course, disagree on part of this. "Running away to sea" was the best way to change one's position in life, especially for those sons not born first. Women, too, disguised as men, also took advantage of this avenue to a lesser degree of course. Not having the data at my fingertips I would still venture that the majority of the sailors of the era were the sons of tinkers, tailors, farmers and shopkeepers. The lesser sons of nobles also took this route, but as junior officers and midshipmen.

Seaman or ship's captain, honestly if possible, pyrate if not. If I couldn't go to sea, then for me it's the frontier.

Our loss. Fair winds until at another port we meet. (But stay open to unexpected opportunities on rejoining. One never knows.)

Just mix in a little catnip in your gunpowder and the little swabbie will skamper in and out of the barrel all day, doing all of the work for you. Robomop.

Excellent, I approve whole heartedly. Mind you that I could not go into that room and not order an ale with expectations of getting it.

Nice work, mate, just one thing: that blackjack is considered a weapon in most states. As such it would be considered a concealed weapon if in the pocket of your slops. Just a heads up.

Cousin It!

You have my permission, as always.

I'm not sure how to read that one. Were their jackets ordinary because that is what they usually wore and it was mentioned to contreast with what the captain, the master and doctor wore? Or were they ordered out of finer garb to create the illusion mentioned? Can't say.

Sort of like this, mate: Holding one end of each rope in each hand, pass the left rope over the right, and tuck under. Then pass the same rope, now in the right hand, over the left rope, and tuck under. And we nautical types call this a reef knot, as it is the knot used to tie the sails to the spars when taking in sail.

GOF, looking good and I must say that I agree that more women portraying pyrates should adopt the historically accurate style of Ann Bonny, especially during fight scenarios, although that might render keeping the firing line straight a little difficult. All the pyrats would end up facing the wrong way. And, since you have asked what we think, I like it with one exception: the use of the word "boobs" seems to lower the scholarly tone of the rest of the entry. Stick with "breasts" and leave the titillating (pun fully intended) language for another time.

We got cannons....

Be nice now, Silkie, can you not see that he gave it all to the wee lad?

It's actually a slightly modified quote from the movie...and yes you should see it. Or read the book, by Baroness Emmuska Orczy