Capt. Sterling

^ currently work two with kids, one is volunteer the other school < Off to see Amazing Grace tonight... V favorite "deep thought" movie?

^ Indoor cookin, too many snakes for an outhouse < life imitating art? going to bed not feeling well V scent you like the least, as for me... ah that freshly squashed skunk on the side of the road while driving to work first thing in the morning...

Geeze Rats, just love all those complex medical terms... snigger

“Here ye go, Sir,” Symms said, his tone seemingly calm and in control. He carefully passed a glass of fresh water to Sterling, helping him to sit upward enough to handle the glass on his own. Sterling tried to speak, forced his throat to clear and finally thanked the older man, his voice hoarse and hardly working. Stained handkerchief still remained clutched in of of the captain's hands. “Dr. Reiley is sore angry with the likes of us,” Symms said. “So I over heard. I have a ship to run. He does not understand what that entails. So, Dr. Reiley can kiss my…” Sterling began. “The hell I will!” Reiley snorted as he reentered the captain’s quarters. “And, if I recall correctly, twas you yourself that hired me on here as your doctor, for pulling you through part of what ever it is that is ailing you in the first place.” “Ship’s surgeon, not my personal physician,” Sterling corrected him. “Well if you aren’t a part of this ship, then don’t know who else would truly qualify. Your doctor, and as such you will be telling me all you can about how you feel and how long this has been going on.” He glared suddenly at the steward. “Seems to me that there are too many locked lipped fellows upon this ship and all being stupid out of blind loyalty. Won’t be me sending you to meet your maker any time soon. Seems you and your “mates” are doing that all well enough on your own.” He reached out and clapped a hand to Sterling’s forehead. “You sound like shite.” Sterling started slightly at Reiley's bed side manner. “I feel like…” “Shut up! I should box your ears instead of checking your fever!” the doctor complained

I've seen this guy. Ever see the one who is turning himself into a cat? Just not my cup of tea...

^ About the only thing I can cook, spaghetti with meat sauce... < ready for a nap V hot shower, put you to sleep or perk you up?

All right Chole, tis time to kiss the gunner's daughter!!

^ kids < I have received my fair share of goodly compliments in my life time but today I received two of the greatest I could ever hope to achieve!!! V Strangest thing you ever ate?

Straight out of the bag?

3am?! I wish. This part of Virginia closes up at 11pm!! If it isn't in the house already one just suffers or pours another glass of port.

^ green... snigger Farmer John, will retire on vast plantation in the colony of Virginia if Port Royal doesn't kill him first. < Now that is interesting, but can you imagine tying all those cherries to a stick? Yikes! V Favorite plant?

^ blueberry bushes right in the yard, just need to pick em before the deer get them...oh and cherries... < on a stick? wonder if she went to the trouble of pitting them first V how many pc hats do you own no matter what the time frame?

Mental note: Chole can go to the coffee house but she cannot partake...

Remember Stop, drop and roll! Works well in a fight as well as against burning up! Damnation but I think I really need to go to bed...

...and I thought the word tankard would make ye cringe!

UGH!.. But not to worry, ye see, tis the spouse, Williamsburg slobbers on every morning...he's too lazy to walk around to my side of the bed! :)

You have a very good point there!

Only teasing Lilith... please don't fret... just a bit punch drunk tonight...and getting stupider by the second...

Oi Chole ye've got yer weather report! BUT is the fog out on the ocean or coming to blanket PR itself? I'm so confused... lost too much blood in this here town...extremely light headed as of late and being blond has nothing to do with it Cheeky! and neither does the alcohol

Honestly depends on who you may wish to interact with... Chole has it down pat though...

Shame on the both of ye!

The cat's not a problem...tis the Golden who licks you in the face at five in the morning in order to use the outside loo.... What a horrible way to wake up!!

^ Ack! I am notorious for laughing at the wrong times primary source or not! < Hey this is the 17th/18th century, not much that doesn't involve urine... but I am thinking twice now about volunteering for this demo... V Favorite period illustration/painting?

Ahoy Royaliste, Hope you can get this, but members of the Archangel crew would love to come spend a long weekend helping you out if you want us! Is there some way we can contact you offlist to arrange some time? Sterling