Capt. Sterling

^ Yes quite a few actually < hit the wall last night, actually feel great now V Do you like starting from scratch and working your way up?

Should I say...get the book?

As small contingent moved along, Sterling kept head down. No longer hailed, he could only hope Sabastian would be able to keep Aurore safe. After catastrophic encounter earlier, he wondered what else livid brother in law would also tell her. Shackled hands came aloft to face, bent iron already bruising worn flesh over wrist bones. He felt light headed… sick. If he had only had a few more minutes, he could have told her…constant prodding stabbed into lower back once again. And it was all he could take. Absolute frustration finally came to a head. Low growl, sounded deep in chest until it broke forth in a roar of vexation. Whirling about, musket barrel was thrust aside, then, length of chain was swung with full force against side of rear guard’s head.

“Jean…?!” Surprised, Sterling turned to cast a glance over shoulder toward sound he had not expected to hear. Soldiers surrounding him continued forward, carrying captain along in their red current. He stumbled as chains became unforgiving as his gait changed to facilitate a better view of who had called his name. And then he stopped, one soldier colliding into him as he froze, horrified at finding Aurore quickly walking toward him. “Move on!” the young officer ordered. Sterling quickly ducked head and looked away, allowing himself to be shoved back into motion. “Jean!” Her voice made him cringe, hunching downward as if musket had struck him hard again. “Who is this woman?” the officer asked, turning. He marched backward, his eyes moving from woman to prisoner. From corner of eye, Sterling saw Devareaux heading to intercept. “I have no idea,” Sterling answered. “Keep moving!” grunted the man who had run into him, followed by another jab of musket barrel to emphasize his point.

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FWIW: Another Tiger.... leader, assertive, responsible, shy, competitive

In spite of leg irons that hindered his walking, Sterling kept pace with the soldiers that now directed him to Marshallsea prison. Habitual prod of musket tip lied that he was falling behind and soon backward look of annoyance was thrown over shoulder to them that followed behind. A sharper jab resulted for unwanted opinion of the current situation. As he moved further from the surrounds of the Royal Grace, the sounds of barroom brawl begin to dwindle, soon to be replaced with the sound of drum roll carried on the wind from a distance, to be captured by captain’s ears alone. Sigh of relief was given as hundred pound weight seemed to pass from bearing with the recognition of Beat to Quarters, while simultaneously spirit sank within. The ‘Angel was making a run for it, just as he had always insisted if he were taken for any reason. Great ship and crew would be safe, once past the two forts, and yet Sterling could not help but feel left behind and now totally alone.

^ hold fire in bare hand but not eat it < who said anything about lover being drunk? and no pistols V pass along question, too tired to think of one myself

^ finishing! sorry couldn't resist.... actually the stitching. < black on black buttonsholes.... yikes I'll really be blind after 150 of them... V Favorite type of period fighting?

Hope you feel better soon!

^ depends on who its for... and how much they will be put directly in contact with the public. Captain's kit is entirely hand sewn, inside and out... yes I've finally gone over the edge.... < Dang girl you have tons of time.... snigger V What phase of clothing construction do you like the least?

^ Tons in England, over here, PiP, but working on that one < settling down to last minute panic stitching for the crew V What are you always doing the last minute right before an event other than packing?

Careful, CBIL loves to kiss and tell...snigger Restaurants eh? Joining us for the Friday night dinner around 5 bells, second dog watch? You can sit next to the Merriweathers....

Is it true that the Denix factory burned to the ground? Someone mentioned that in passing a few months back, in which case, 40 bucks a pop may be a very good price to grab some of the ones that are left....

Nah that's a breeze, traveling with adults on a plane... snigger... try driving 17 hours with two snotties, knowing the Mistress is pacing the campgrounds and worrying about whether or not CBIL has breeches or not... scary thought that...

God, I love my crew!!!

^ German yes, Swedish no < I am very good at 17th century spelling... without even trying...sigh... V Ready for this year's first event?

Great find! Pity the poor fellows flying through the air!

William, ye ain't complaining are ye?

would any of those tiles be worth scanning and posting in Twill for a looksee?

So how far back does the game of badminton go?

Well this IS good news!!

FWIW: I am not nearly as experienced as either Foxe nor Gary but from having had the chance three times now to climb rigging, I whole heartedly agree. My first reaction was to try it barefoot and boy was I sorry, I couldn't get my shoes back on fast enough... and I do spend the vast majority of my day barefoot so there's no way my feet aren't "tough enough".

Wilberforce

^ Very well known for keeping secrets < Know any basketweavers? V keep your promises often?