Capt. Sterling

^ I have the Lord of the Rings series... or had. Wanted to put them on display but the snotties got a hold of them... now they are toys. As to other types...hmmm I have kids, what action figures don't we have in this house? < too much work.... V pass the question along

Chewie

Warm, sunny and a touch of tornado...

Have they even released Iron Man yet?

Congratulations Syren! **looking over meal** Hmmm should celebrate Mister Flint's birthday more often.

Like forlorn sheep, Sterling lay still whilst Nelly continued with her shearing but his attention slowly turned to Lilly McKinney as she stood listening to the doctor. From the corner of good eye, he watched the actress silently give lip service to the orders Croaker was giving her, turning the name of the concoction she was to fetch over and over until it was committed properly to memory. With a final nod, she got ready to once again venture out into the night. Sterling watched her as she looked at him before she was willing to leave, her expression hard for even him to fathom. She was the consummate actress, so much so that he now wondered if she had ever truly loved him at all. When she continued to look on, he slowly raised one hand. Running fingertips over blond stubble, he turned full attention on the actress. "I am certain the doctor knows what is best. Ye see, already I grow cold without it," he offered. Lilly's reaction was little of what he had expected. Her hand flew to her mouth, covering soft lips and the sob that she struggled to hide, before she ran from the room. "Lilly! Wait!" he called after her, pushing Nelly's hand and the scissors aside and vainly endeavoring to pursue her. Futile attempt only gained him verbal abuse from Croaker, as the doctor pushed him back down.

Welcome to the pub! First round be on you... make mine a port.

Agreed. Sit down and put yer feet up when you've the time.

Welcome to the pub! Here come sit with me, no chance of catching a cold here. Runny noses indeed! Feel better Bess!

Must agree with Mr. Bagley... very nice indeed Iron Jon.

Many happy returns of the day to ye!

Bout time you got back to kitchen duty...snigger.

Good to hear your neck of the woods is safe and sound, a pity about the others...

Ahoy Blackbeard's Crew... not looking at a map or being familiar with that neck of the woods, I do hope one and all are safe and sound after the three tornadoes... Chime in when you can and how does this, if at all, affect the festival? Hope all is well!!

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Welcome to the pub! New comers purchase the first round, but since I be first in line to bid ye hello, I shall buy yer first drink.

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Well Maddogge, I see ye reading the thread and I KNOW yer just dying to....

“No…” voice sounded weakly from bed chamber. “I think not. If Sally were doing her duty, why then should she be the one to apologize?” Nelly gave a start at the sounding of Sterling’s voice. She looked briefly after Childermass before turning and hurrying back to the captain’s side. He had calmed, all but his chest which still rose and fell sharply due to the unexpected attack. If he had looked worn before, he looked even worse now. Nelly collected his hand in hers, slipping past Lilly McKinney and the doctor. “Do not apologize,” he said weakly again. “I am tired of apologizing because of something someone else has done in the past. I am grateful for the concern that prompted the breaking and entering of your home, Nell, but still tis not the proper way of doing things. There were no need to give you a fright, nor to set the house in an uproar. Burke can keep his cure and throw that first stone if he likes." He closed his eyes, still trying to catch his breath. Croaker moved closer and looked him over again before pressing a pair of shears into Nelly's hand. "Cut his hair," the doctor said. "It may help relieve the fever."

My most humble apologies... my crew, has a tendency to try and take in all of the time frame of the GAoP not just the mariners side of it... circa 1705-06 Grace Sherwood is being accused of witchcraft and called to trial right down the road in Williamsburg. Given the superstitions of the time, the average joe living in the area might have heard about and taken an interest in such proceedings especially since Salem, in 1692 didn't happen that long ago and is still in the time frame of the GAoP.

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fish food

that away

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Actually hang the witch, at least up in Salem... just ask Cheeky about her relations that were found guilty of witchcraft... figures doesn't it? Snigger Yes ...but this witch can't be hanged! Well there is the Virginia Witch...