Capt. Sterling

dinner

Look was given and other men, altough reluctantly, made way to wait outside on deck. Sterling listened as key was turned in the lock, again his own prisoner. And yet he knew they meant well. Grip tightened about small fingers without thought as he arranged his thoughts. He did not know where or how to begin and like any ordinary guilty fool felt compelled to launch in head first. "I woke up," he paused trying to reckon exactly how long it had been since he had made his mistake. "Last night... I put Meagan to bed and went back to town for a drink. One drink turned into another and I found myself waking up with... " he went quiet. "I woke up in Mistress McKinney's bed.... but she said nothing happened. Oh God, Chere I cannot remember if what she says is true or not."

"There is something I must tell you Chere. It will not please ye. I am not fit to be yer husband," he whispered. "I have done ye wrong already."

^ card games!! < How about that red laser dot for the cats and dogs to chase about the house! V people always telling you to slow down?

"Wigs were expensive to make and to maintain. The Earl of Bedford paid 54 pounds 10 shillings for four perriwigs costing 20 pounds, 18 pounds, 10 pounds and 6 pounds. The cost of cleaning and repair would be about 10 shillings. At first a wig had been the mark of a gentleman, but gradually wigs permeated down to the lower levels of Society." pg. 163 "A man wearing a wig was presumed to be worth robbing.... Thieves targeted the wigs themselves. Small boys in baskets would ride on the heads of adults and snatch the wigs of passer-bys. Edward Short of St. Martin-in-the-Fields was indicted for robbing Peter Newell on the highway 'of a hat value 2s and a periwig value 5s." Thomas Giblet was 'going under Ludgate with a periwig in a band-box' when he was 'thrust up to the wall by the prisoner and some persons, who took the wig from him.' pg. 175 1700 Scenes from London Life, Maureen Waller. Worst Jobs in History: The Stuarts: states that lard necklaces were worn about the neck to draw the nits/lice from the wigs and thus your head beneath the wig. Nit combs and lavender oil were also used to clean and dress wigs. Shaved heads were not to be seen in public. And cheap wigs could be gotten at the barbers, you put your hand into a box and what ever wig you picked out was then yours for 12p.

Hand raised to brush away unwanted attentions but gentler touch caused Sterling’s curiosity to come to foreground and he shifted enough to focus bleary eyes upon the woman standing beside the crib. Wearied sigh was meekly exhaled as gaze was fixed upon Aurore’s features and eyes filled with tears as he reached for her. “I am an unfit husband. Ye would do well to cast me aside,” he whispered as he placed himself in a position to be held by her. “And I am so tired,” his voice drifting as he spoke. “So very, very tired.”

^ England and Canada < just got back from a meeting that went disastorously unwell...sigh V Do you see yourself as living long, growing old gracefully and dying at a ripe old age or do you see yourself living and playing hard and burning out way before your time?

Thanks for the kind words!! And you constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! :)

Symms moved noiselessly to unlock and remove the barrier that separated his captain from prying eyes on other side of cabin door. Rapid look back caught dead and green eye open minutely as body stirred from once again slumber. “Tis all right sir,” Symms said in a calming manner. “I shall send them away.” But all ready fatigued eyes had re-closed as form shifted uneasily and turned about. “Thank you Mr. Symms,” the last name swallowed up by sleep. The old steward removed the key, holding it tightly in his grip and peered through a sliver of opening. March’s visage hovered in tiny space and Symms carefully cracked the door a bit further. “He be asleep again,” the steward reported, then scurried backward as the first officer pushed the cabin door open the remainder of the way. Aurore was rather pushed into cramped quarters instead of escorted and door was hurriedly shut and relocked behind her and Mr. March.

^ either makes me happy... although the pool can prove to be far warmer in the winter < reminds me, need to price a heater for the new pool V skinny dipping late at night or would still rather have your suit?

brilliant!!!!!!!!!

And glad to see ye back we are!

Hats off and raise a glass to Mr. March, Rats, Pete Straw, Cheeky, Gunner Beach and Bosun de Dogge for the SPLENDID display they set up at RF2. Considering they've only been working on this stuff since November, they did a damn fine job of it... and its only the beginning!! Hand made charts by Pete, display tavern backdrop and the very best slide show by Rats and Bell tower and seven cutlasses by Mr. March just to name a few of the items the crew put together in time for the event!!! I tell ye there are NONE better!! Working Bell Tower and 30 min hour glass... Some of the swords made by Mr. March, along with some of Rats' & Pete's guns... Swivel gun Charts, letters of marque and navigational tools Not to mention the rum and a box of grenadoes plus two cut aways to show the inner workings (special thanks to Gentleman of Fortune).... No, not everything is perfectly pc, but we're working on it.... and what a way to teach the kids at events all hands on!

grumble, grumble, grumble... Now ye all know who really runs the boat!

Join my crew! :) :)

Man's nightcap 1675 fashion plate man in banyan and cap now back to hair and wigs....

Okay this chap is a pin seller, from the Town Criers of London, and although hard to tell if he has hair or is bald beneath his hat and scarf, it looks more as if his hair is short or not at all... gentlemen, when not wearing their wigs were most often clean shaven beneath. Williamsburg tells me that is to ensure a closer fitting wig as there was no elastic to make them fit tighter back then. When not wearing wigs at home, gentlemen often covered up with some sort of night cap, PERHAPS the pin seller is covering his pate with a scarf and hat because he has no hair nor wig to sport.... just an asumption... but there's the picture for you any way.

Skittles is about to embark on her first pair of period correct knitted wool stockings...my birthday present!!! Then on to silk....Huzzah Skittles!!!

my kids

Sounds like yer raising them right to me!! :) And of course you can borrow our middy when he's around but the more the merrier says I, start them practicing now! We've got three violins started as well, but they've got a bit to go still... any chance you've come across some period correct pieces/titles that we can track the music down for?

^ usually keys, pocket watch, lip chap (in the winter events), lighter (unless there is a camp fire going on somewhere), tin of cigars, event schedule if there is one, wallet, handkerchief, spare cartridges, period correct coins, and breath mints.... < need more pockets V one item you always need at an event but wind up always forgetting in the car or tent and have to run back for?

^ Very much so, size matters where zoom is concerned and the overall size of the camera in order to conceal it. < I hate carrying cameras and cell phones but find that I have to carry both. Nothing worse than ringing at an event and the vibrate only usually scares the crap out of me! V How often do you forget your phone in your tent UNTIL after the event is over?

Welcome to the pub lad! Oi Silkie, when were ye startin that tradition? I fear I cannot recall being on the receivin end of such fine fare meself..

Just hunt down a barrel Rats, Andy can build the carriage in his sleep, and I already have the trailer to haul it to and from events..

^ home for me! I spend enough time on the road < ack back to school tomorrow! V pack lunch or buy it?