Capt. Sterling

no holding back

Only four hundred for the week? Wow, I'm in... of course I will be camping but just for the shower or if needed...well worth the price...

At first, words could not be produced ...just senseless, meaningless noise in response. Futile attempt was made to reposition his form.... his only accomplishment... Another sob escaped him, followed close with a long sigh of frustration...

You know it might be worth looking into a time share down there... Big Sis managed to find a beautiful one in Williamsburg... three bedroom, two huge baths for $300. for the week... aye I know tis Key West but you never know...if enough people kick in....

Do ye not know, ye are never to give anything back? All right I do but than I am a sap.... **shakes head suddenly** I mean good natured chap...sorry blond moment....**blink...blink**

Archangel Crewe I and the snotties will be there come hell or high water... And I bet I can vouch for Tiger Bill, the Diamonds and Maddogge, Amanjiria's clan.. We will just have to kidnap Cheeky this year and somehow I promise to drag Silkie down there as well!!! Kicking and screaming if I have to...

Twas the whispering... Sounds had been drifting in... out of hearing... a cry in the dark ... the constant slamming of distant, heavy, oaken portals .... the unending tramping of feet ......passing by but never coming to aid. Sterling remained still, where he lay and had not moved since he could recall. Yet this whispering was insistent, all too near, provoking another to battle. And, all too real even to his haze filled brain. He struggled to open encrusted sights but only managed to cry as a pain-filled, blinding white light enveloped him.

And then ye can all attend my funeral come the morning.... but what a way to go. So who will be saving all these wonderful luxuries when the two ships go down? We really do need to find someone to pull off Mr. Syms by next December.

**leans in close to Ransom** I could argue that case and tell ye tales that would stop anyone looking for promotion dead in their tracks... I would trade it all, if I could, for a simpler life, but tis a truth that there be no turning back or away now....

Thank ye William, guess Barcelona has its rewards after all... Since I have never learned my way around the galley, save to annoy the cooks, I insist on helping wash and dry the dishes afterwards... **raising glass** Here is to the best company a person could ever desire!

Boy the sh**e just keeps hitting the fan for CBIL doesn't it?

Oh my word... spoiled ye all are to say the least.... so how does one get closer to the table? After all tis only proper to allow the ladies first...

My word, Captain, Quartermaster and ship's cook.... I want to join your crewe... I won't have to do anything but eat... :angry: okay and drink...

None of us were...

ah fek it...

Damnation, been trying to purchase that red suit for over a year now...

I second this motion!

new approach

All these wonderful women working to get me out... all save the Wif... hmmm

I'm just in Port Royal to sell some of my now dead partners stuff and get drunk........ Great...I'm breaking out just to catch you and toss you in the prison...

Great...come get me out of prison!!!

**as long as yer sister doesn't!" recover

**looking down at smaller cbil, thumb jerks up over shoulder** That tall chap over yonder...

thrust

oh now yer talking....