Capt. Sterling

drip

squash

John Hancock

Purr

Aye very good point, would be much better to try and combine things.

Growl

Well good for him! Keep going the week isn't over yet!

Right then. Whore house

Running faster (damned high heel shoes!!)but scheduled for a double hanging come August...snigger. Working on a branding at the moment...was considering doing it for real just once... but damn need my right hand until Dec.

bawdy house

Aye ye can't beat that. My dad was born on my grandfather's birthday, always said twas the best gift he ever got.

Damnation Lady... you never sent me that picture!! Seems I am doomed to be soaked for my birthday from here on in!! I love it... please send me a copy via email... need to post that on the webpage... and I never looked better!!!

Thanks Coastie... nice find... and every little bit helps!!

Asleep at the helm, wot Lass?

Hopefully we can supply the chip log and navigational items for another race.

Feel great. Sewing getting done, catching up with a lot of friends and scheming...what else could one ask for?

fly swatter

Don't rush things, but glad to hear yer moving again.. Want you in one piece for Port Washington

Need a drink!!! Hope Liam had a grand time of it!!

You might wish to consider running these games just prior to the battles, this ensures a better turn out for spectators...although, having run such games for thirteen years...watch out, the kids usually don't like to leave them and go else where....snigger. And aye, advertising is key here... you can actually have them come dressed as pirates for their own costume contest... that always goes over big.

Face wrinkled into a small grimace and body shifted slightly in repose but Sterling continued to dream. Not that he wanted to, it had been years since he could remember having a pleasant night‘s sleep. Then groan issued forth as he stirred. In partial slumber, he felt as if his scalp had been yanked asunder and then manipulated until flesh’s edges were once again forced to butt close together. Sleep continued now undisturbed until a sharp, stabbing pain caused him to bolt upright in bed. When sword could not be found, fists came to the ready. “Damnation!” Right arm swung out and made contact with nothing but the surrounding air as something flopped in his face. Curious, he snatched at the needle and suturing thread, which his actions had jerked clean from the doctor’s grip and yanked it, causing another sharp pain to his head. “What the bloody hell?” he looked about, now fully awake and spied the women and a thin man with bloodied hands and foul looking apron. “Damnation yourself,” came a thickly accented retort. “Hold still vill you so I can finish sewing up your head. You hafe given yourself a good crack in the skull and you must be still for avile.” Expression settled into a frown, before Sterling lay back down. “Bloody surgeons. Ye could have fired one across my bow first,” he grumbled.

Guess so! Grand to have so many friends! Drinks are still on me!

Happy birthday Liam!!

Thanks Foxe, pictures are much appreciated. Best of success with her.

Cool!