Capt. Sterling

My word woman not dressage...cross country and jumpers

But... but... I already have one...

Welcome to the pub young Sir.

damn haven't had one of those in years...

semi finals Men's 400m in the Olympics

**cough, cough**

And ye and the Goddess can join me and Lil for A glass of port... snigger.

We paid extra to ship them to me in time for Beaufort....

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Damnation...she can buy her own bloody shoes! She's got two mighty fine pairs of leather ones already and a third on the way... I have but one and thems falling to pieces...must come from all that trying to walk on the water....

But by noon day's light, when Sterling finally decided to awake and was ordered back to bed, bruised feelings, along with wounded ego, were some what adjusted with the sleep he had managed. Doctor's orders were obeyed for roughly three-quarters of an hour before he was dressed in trousers, shirt and banyan and up upon the quarter deck. He knew what watch it was and knew precisely the number of times the bell had been struck but he continued to glance at the watch in his pocket. It would be hours before nightfall and there was naught that he could do until then but choose to pace for the duration or toss and turn in his bunk. The later was finally accepted but not by free will as Bosun Reiley planted himself in his captain's path and threatened to carry him back to his quarters and lash him to the bed. For a brief second, Sterling's temper flared, already kindled with the thought, some how Lilly McKinney was to blame for all he had gone through recently and if she had just married him in the first place, none of this would be happening, But his outburst directed at his bosun was soon quenched by the sharp pain in his head. "I told ye to remain put, but ye never listen, do ye?" Rats commented with a wry smile. Sterling only sighed, frustrated exhalation of breath predicted by them that knew him best. He turned and made his way down to his cabin, but not before grumbling low before Rats as he passed, "Ye feking bastard." De Dogge, who had been standing at a distance speaking with Gunner Beach spun abruptly about on his heel. Dark brows knitted as the marine's eyes narrowed. "Wot? Wot did I do now?" Rats' smile widened as he made way to follow the captain. Slapping De Dogge on the back as he passed, the marine captain still shrugging his shoulders and muttering "wot??"

Just bring the wife with you... that way she gets dinner and a show

Hmmm we'll have to press some more demented elves, we only got but one...

Well two good reports so far... still waiting on ours... again, so happy we paid extra for the shipping.... hmm if I order my pair now...maybe I will see them by Christmas 2010...

My word Rats, that along with yer gun... we need to stitch things to you!!

Well if that's the criteria...I will humbly remain the ominous, straight laced, play it by the book, scare the crap out of everyone, serial killing psycho puritan, hero and I will take on the added burden of respectable as well. **Sigh** ye know me, I like to blend in with the mob...

Sounds like a plus, tell him to consider himself pressed...

If ye want to be avoiding a drop at the strings, then gold and silver is what ye need to be puttin in MY pocket and the rest of mine crewe. Just because I canno hang a wench doesn't mean Maddogge would not be helpin the Mistress to haul ye up.

Give it time lad, give it time!

I don't beg!?! At the ball at Beaufort, Cheeky comes up and complains..."Damn it John, you have a fan club...a bunch of women have been asking me all about you." I have to fight em off.... Just ask Cheeky. It would be SOOOOOOO much easier if she just told them she was the number 1 mistress they would just have to get in line... Maddogge might be the pretty one, but damn tis the scar... although there was an interesting blond checkin him out most of the night

Drunk as a skunk that one!

Bring fire wood, the stuff they had last year was just bloody awful and hard as a rock to split... Double Shot had to get a special wedge and was still having a damned hard time of it...

I wouldn't mind working on the sewing along with you Mike as that is what I do the best... we could also do a dressing demo with Kate or Haunting Lily for middling sort, Mad Mary for upper class and two of the guys for common sailor and upper class merchant or something... will also be demoing funeral practices of the times as well...

Right then... the ladies albeit improper ladies... can sleep with me... I mean in my room...

Sounds grand to me!! Although I do hope Mr.O'Keefe can make it...