Capt. Sterling

Breakfast had been a much needed reprieve for Dr. Reiley. He had taken his time, enjoyed his meal and the second officer’s company, but soon felt the need to return upstairs to his sorely trying patient. He said his farewells for the moment after telling Mr. Hazzards his report for Mr. March, arranged for a separate room on the opposite side of the captain’s, hoping for a bit of sleep himself, and finally found himself trudging back upstairs. He carried tray in hand with a simple meal for Sterling, hoping to get something inside the man that would stay put and hopefully clear his head a bit from the drugs. “Bloody hell!” Reiley cursed as he reached the first floor of the inn and spotted the room’s door slightly ajar. He remembered well enough that he had locked it before departing downstairs to eat and now feared his charge had gone wandering about the Three Crownes some place, or worse, wandered off hoping to escape the care of his doctor. Quickening his step, Reiley entered the room to leave the tray of food and was relieved to find Sterling still abed. He gently kicked the door closed with one foot and then deposited the tray on a small desk. Already the room was stiflingly hot. Reiley set about drawing open the curtains furthest from the bed and opened the window wide. The noise from the street spilled into the room and the doctor briefly cringed, awaiting the verbal abuse from patient because he would be rudely awakened due to the racket. Instead even shouting from the street did not cause the figure in the bed to so much as stir. He went to reclaim the breakfast tray. “Captain, I’ve brought you something to eat,” he announced as he made his way along side the bed. “Captain. Wake up.” Reiley shook his head. It figured. Carefully balancing meal, he reached down and tapped the other man’s shoulder. “Captain Sterling!” Then roughly shook it. “John, wake up!… John?”

^ looks like its now going to be June when school is over for the summer < man, I'm glad to be home finally V current project

clever girl

good to know... figure out a price for one!

thawck?

http://www.privateerdragons.com/pirates_famous.html here try the above link...it may help you out a bit

ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG is it June yet!?!?

See if you can't have someone video tape you!

^ usually bite my tongue < If people are so stupid one needs to swear at them, usually foul language doesn't make any difference to them either... snigger V worst bad habit?

grope

A very happy birthday to you!

^ oh yeah, anything with over a hundred little pieces... < I have no patience....sigh... snigger V Patient or impatient?

Yer such a pirate!

^ toy pistol & toy sword, what else? ^ biggest event 150,000 Bellmore Faire in NY... < This year we managed to talk the faire folk into changing their theme from to Safari to guess what... Pirates of the Bellmores... guess I better show up... snigger V What toy do you think is truly worth its price?

^ spend way too freely especially on others < Once spent over a hundred dollars on Barbie stuff in one visit to the toy store and Beanie was only three... I'm getting better Now they want pistols... V What pirate kit have you gotten for your young'uns?

V why not < annoyed by the sheepish captain that allowed a smuggler to kill some of his men and then backed down...for shame, bloody merchants V if gas prices continue to rise will it put a stopper on your summer plans?

Here's to ye Lady! Wishing ye the very happiest of birthdays with many, many more to follow. Hope tis everything ye wish for!

^ depends on the situation < swamped again... V favorite way to learn?

Reiley stood up leaving the all too uncomfortable chair. Looking about the darkened room he spotted the second chair and went to fetch it. Grabbing a hold of it, he dragged it across the room to attempt making his sleeping arrangements all the better. “Damnation,” Sterling groused from the bed. “Will you be quiet!” “Sorry,” Reiley mumbled. Sterling sat up, slamming one hand against the bedclothes. “Bloody hell how is anyone supposed to sleep with all this noise!” “This place was your choice!” the doctor snapped. “I might remind you.” “Bloody impossible!” Reaching into his pocket, Reiley withdrew his knife. Opening it, he it waved toward his patient. “And what do ye intend to do with that?” Sterling asked. “Oh if I could only tell you what I would like to do with it! Good God, man, the only thing impossible here is you. Now lay back down and close your eyes, before I cut open that mattress you’ve got and take some of the cotton and stuff it in your ears!” the doctor warned. “Mind yer place, sir,” Sterling warned in return. “Mind yours! I’m the doctor here and tis about time you did as you as I said!” He made his way over to the bed and the unruly patient. The knife was refolded and returned to its resting place as Reiley opted instead for another dose of laudanum. “You just gave me some of that an hour ago,” Sterling continued to argue. He shifted about to stare at the wall behind him as the thumping commenced once more. “Bloody hell not again!” “Drink this, before I hold your nose and force it down your gullet!” Reiley said holding out the glass. “Another will do you no harm, it might even give me some peace.” Sterling looked back at the man beside him, his expression none too pleasing. “You are trying my…” “Shut up and drink!” Reiley interrupted, shoving the glass under the captain’s nose. After a minute Sterling snatched the glass and downed it. Handing the empty glass back, he glared back at the doctor. “Happy?” “Not yet,” Reiley said, placing the glass back upon the night table. Sterling watched as the doctor rolled up his sleeves. “What now?” he asked, his annoyance all too obvious in his tone. “Close your eyes,” Reiley said. Sterling looked at his companion, actually amazed by his request. “Just do as your told for once!” Reiley shouted. Taken aback, Sterling did as he was instructed and Reiley hauled off, cold cocking him hard against the jaw. As the stars quickly turned to blackness, patient flopped back against the pillows, and a now rather exuberant doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief. “Good,” Reiley muttered, pulling the covers back into place over the captain. “If it works for you, it damn well suits me well enough.” He chuckled for a minute then went back to forming a bed for himself from the two chairs.

^ my parents are still back in NY, the inlaws are snow birds and the rest of the family members are split between NY and Florida... one reason for our move was to get away from some of them, but still love them any way < so can insomniacs go from not sleeping to sleeping every free minute they get? v how do you handle stress?

^ dogs, cats, birds and don't forget a horse or two... < trying Red Cat, seems that the Swedish genes have contributed to the mess as well, blonds don't always have more fun... V What do your folks do that make you crazy?

Okay no, we're on the same page then...

^ yes, to the point that its ruined my health < weather is really taking a turn for the better V favorite time of day

^ hmmm easily demonstrate affection to others but I am very particular about others being touchy/feely in reverse < ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh V anything that you would willingly die to achieve?

So Ransom, I am way ahead of you in the story line now, correct? And from the looks of things so is Mr. Pinon. Shall we let you catch up or should we continue to the next morning?