Capt. Sterling

It would be nice if Pinky would get himself a webpage, but since he has been bucking such a thing for years now... Don't count on it happening any time soon...ie don't hold yer breath.

"Are you digging for potatoes?!"

There is a search engine over in Captain Twill that may help you with this question... if I recall correctly there are a number of discussions regarding both bags and chests there... so hopefully they may be of assistance to you.

Planes, Trains and Automobiles?

Nelly was the first to stir and she did so quickly, sitting upward, and, although she had nothing to hide, she clutched the bedclothes close to her breast. "WHO are you? And how dare you enter a lady's chambers without knocking let alone her house!" she shouted. She was truly frightened by the sudden intrusion, not so much for herself but for the safety of the man who lay next to her. Blue eyes moved rapidly over Childermass trying to make him out, as one delicate hand came to rest protectively upon Sterling's shoulder. But the captain did not waver and Nelly's attention quickly shifted from intruder to lover.

I said lean not drool....**scratches chin** but there be always that possibility if the view is pleasant enough.

Welcome to the pub!

Now, now my dear Murin, I done purchased the lady a drink or two. I have not ignored her, but....she is married already....ahem....how much more attention dare I bestow upon her without getting myself into trouble?? As to sitting my dear... no I think I shall just lean

tootsie roll

His own smile broadens as Silkie accepts his invitation. He moves closer to her and leans down slightly to whisper in her ear. "Splendid, I hear Madrid is beautiful this time of year, and some of the Spanish treasure ships, that will be cruising about, even lovelier."

Surely there were small items that gentlemen carried without having to bear the title fop?

Workin for a change? Get some rest.

Making his way inside, ducking hastily as MadL flies overhead, Sterling can only roll his eyes at all the hullabaloo which is so typical of the pub. He doffs the gray beaver and bows politely before Alder's lovely wife. "Tis an honour Lady to meet thee. A drink on me for your arrival and one in celebration of yer marriage. I wish thee long life, happiness, and much success." He then looks about. Spying Silkie, he winks good eye. "Sailing for Spain in a few weeks, care to join me?" he chuckles.

At Lilly's simple caress, weary eyes closed momentarily. Sterling wanted to lean into the palm of her hand, resting his cheek against her tender touch, as he had so often done in the past. "Thank you," he whispered, not wishing to move. He had told her exactly what she needed to do and where she had to go. At this late hour though, he honestly had second thoughts about allowing her to make her way on her own. But she quickly reminded him that she had managed to get to him in the prison without aid and without harm. His grip tightened about her hand as he looked up at her. "Ye cannot go this time disguised. They must know ye if they be there," he whispered. "Please take care. I do not wish any thing to go amiss and cause ye hurt." She had nodded and then it was she touched his face. "Ye must go now before tis too late," he said.

Belated but still hoping twas a great day for ye and and wishing for an equally grand year of it!

When Sterling awoke once more, the sun had not yet made its appearance. It would still be hours before the horizon’s edge would tinge with an ever growing pink. “Damnation,” he whispered as he slowly rolled over onto his back, hands coming to clutch at pain filled head. As he lay with eyes screwed shut, he heard the soft rustle of silken fabrics and the soft step of a woman as one approached where he lay. “How are you feeling? Do you wish me to wake the doctor?” a gentle voice greeted his ears. “Nelly?” he whispered. “Wake the…” His own voice echoed loudly in his head, forcing him to speak through gritted teeth. “With your condition and what has happened…” she began slowly. “Well let us say, he is another gentleman far from home and enough coin was all it took to keep him here at your service and his tongue still. He is currently lodged in Sally’s room and she with Mistress McKinney.” “McKinney?” Sterling sounded some what stunned, as one hand lowered and he hazarded the chance of opening his good eye to look at the fair haired girl. “She is here?” “Yes,” Nelly said leaning closer to him, delicate fingers coming to stroke the side of his face. “You and she are truly acquainted then as she claims?” “Aye, well enough. I… she…,” he rapidly changed tack. A long explanation could certainly wait for now. “She was the old woman?” “Yes,” Nelly said. “Do you not recall?” “Some… tis all like a dream… a poor one at best…but,” he attempted to sit up and instantly regretted it. “Shh,” Nelly chided tenderly. “You must rest. I shall get the doctor, perhaps he can give you something more for the pain.” Silk robe was gathered about slender form as Nelly rose, one hand patting Sterling’s shoulder in an effort to insist he remain still. “Ask Mistress McKinney to come as well. There is something I must ask her to do.” Nelly looked down at him. Even at such an hour, having sat by his side all night, she still looked lovely. He could not help but reach one hand up toward her. She quickly took it in her own. “Surely I can help you,” Nelly offered. Sterling shifted uncomfortably. “No,” he began. “This is something only she may be able to accomplish. Besides, I wish you here, with me.”

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Many happy returns of the day to ye! Hope tis a grand day!

**shakes head... no point in even trying to speak**

**head banging down on table top** "COFFEE!!!!! or as they say in New York.... cawfee!!!!"

cobwebs

Nice catch there Jack! Hair cut?? or just pulled back??

Oh thank you!!!! More like home now....

Aye it makes sense... take a breather and give it time...

Silk weskits