Capt. Sterling

Hmmm good question. Have not come across anything other than being sewn up in canvas of some sort.. now it may have made a difference for higher ranking crew members as it was stated in Devil and the Deep Blue sea that if it was feasible, they would sail to the closest bit of land to bury them as burying in the ground was thought to be a better guarantee of being "disposed" of properly... What I find interesting is that there is a penalty for not being buried in wool in England but everyone seems to be buried in linen over in the English American colonies during the same time frame...

How about the one where ol' Jameson was torn to shreds right in front of....well ye said...

Kind?! ah well much obliged for the thought... but Kind?!

cool. I thought it was just me who was obsessed with 17th/18th century documents ha ha

I obsess over everything...

and thank you William

Ahem... a bit more interested in what it has to say... mind a better photo of the text or can you type it out?

heres the ebay auction where its for sale: http://cgi.ebay.co.u...=item588e16777d

Thank ye PoD, will make a lovely addition to all the mourning clothes and grave clothes...

–noun

1.

the male parent of a quadruped.

2.

a respectful term of address, now used only to a male sovereign.

3.

Archaic definition= .

a.

a father or forefather.

b.

a person of importance or in a position of authority, as a lord.

Oh... very nice..link... there Mistress Dobyns

Ahem... a bit more interested in what it has to say... mind a better photo of the text or can you type it out?

aye we have these...but thanks for contributing what you have come across, I greatly appreciate your time and energy!

hmmmmmm....

Ah, now Captain Sterling. A Gentleman and a Scholar. An honor to be in your presence sire......

**looks over both shoulders** Where?? ...ahem.... How have ye been?

Ha, currently looking for similar ourselves... will keep you posted when we come up with anything

hmmmmmm....

Many happy returns Sir!

Oh damn, I just saw this picture sometime this week on the internet and I sure as hell can't remember why it came up as I was studying bills of lading along with the crossed letters... UM... I want to say it was related to the early photograph, 1902 regarding whalers... the photograph showed someone wearing something similar and they said it was to protect their clothing from the mess of cutting up the blubber... where did you find the illustration..?

rather reminds me of the sleeve protectors that clerks used to wear to protect their white shirt cuffs and sleeves from ink stains, etc...

As always looking good there Dutch..you really should post yer Gloucester fisherman look...that one is brilliant...

A "fluffing", eh? must be one of them wigs with the dildo curls...

Oh and give Gracie a kiss fer me! I see the cap... my hat's off to her... well done!

HA! More like one of those polo squirrels of yers was seeking revenge... when the bloody hell are ye going to get a good wig, or at least wear that other one ye spent a fortune on... just dress it like a Ramillies style wig... oh never mind, I will just wear my new Ramillies and you can learn by example...

what is that modern expression?...ye can dress em up but ye can't inflict them on the public...

To be told well, the story must be told in person. There's positively no good way to wave my arms about in this medium. As it stands, I've always stated that I will tell the tale if asked at an event, but every time we gather it doesn't happen. Fear of the unknown? Fear of me flailing as I talk?

**buries face in hands** Damnation here we go again... he always has to act out that bit...

Here are some "clean" pirate pics of me at PIP by Poppa.

The more I look at this photo with the halo and cherubic face, it should be titled: St. Matthew of the Sea.

Jas. Hook

**laughing so hard he's nearly choking on his coffee** Aye...that's my...sniggering..."son"....

Ah Mr. Pew, wasting yer time in that regard ye are, as I do not believe William actually remembers as much as he makes claim to...t'was that bump on the head...when I pulled him off the roof...which roof? Church roof or Bawdy house roof? Hmmm must have been the church as the brothel was a blaze...I land'd in a pile of straw, he made contact with the cobblestones...head first...odds are he land'd in that pile of manure as the stables were directly next door and does not... and ...oh dear... never mind.. he did hit his head on the street...damnation..William I believ'd ye when ye said it were straw....

I think I will have that glass of sack right about now and some water if ye please...

I contacted Colin Woodard, author of The Republic of Pirates...see if Woodes Rogers' correspondences shows any such technique.

'bout time...

Here ye go Jen... still had an original in my email account...

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"easy to read" he says, as my eyes go crossed trying to read it! I'll see if I can't get a lead on this, although I suspect it would be a rare thing to survive."

I can't believe ye left me on my own for 8hours...