Capt. Sterling

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...

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

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... "---------------------------------------------------------------------- "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...

Oh ye need not tell the whole story... just a few bits and pieces...so I can remember all on my own... **especially the bits about the three women and the two sisters...thank god they were pretty....**

I wasn't then... but I digress....ahem...back to the bales...IF we made that much money off of them in less than two hours time, ye must remind me what was in them, even though I have a strange feeling they were ...ahem...**cough, cough..whispers** not ours to being with..ahem...

And aye, I AM completely sober... scary is it not?

Wait! Ye forgot the priest...and no, I cannot recollect what he looked like...did I even speak with him or did I just stare at the Frog whilst ye laughed William?

Wait!!! Wait... are ye telling me the blind guy and a bunch of third graders had no trouble reading this and with out spectacles???

To Paraphrase Mistress Dobyns' mistakenly deleted post... I made her go blind and she would jump to it in regards to hunting down any and all possible originals from our time frame...ahem...what a gal!

Thanks Mistress...

**runs finger tip through the thick dust** Lulls? I think things have lulled enough..

Private conversation?... William and I never have private conversations, there is always someone there listening in...