Capt. Sterling

“Sir,” Symms asked quietly as Sterling slowly came round. He felt that he could easily roll over and return to sleep, but he didn’t. Instead he lay, eyes fixed on the timbers above him, feeling more tired than when he had fallen asleep, still the pain had passed... for now. To be correct, he really couldn’t remember when or even how he had drifted off, or how he had come to be in his cabin, only that he had made a point of walking back to the Archangel. One hand slowly raised to rest, palm down, upon his forehead before he closed his eyes again. His head was already beginning to ache. “What is it Mr. Symms?” he whispered. “Would ye be so kind as to get me a drink?” “Aye captain, of course,” the old steward replied turning toward Sterling’s desk and the ever filled decanter of Port. “Tis Mr. March, sir. Says a letter was delivered from Mistress McKinney earlier on and that, when ye feel up to it, he would bring it to ye to read. Says the woman had tried to deliver her belongings as well, but Mr. March felt it best to send them back. If indeed, ye are planning to return the woman back to England, surely it will not be first thing in the morning!” Symms told him. Sterling lay quiet for a few moments, regarding Symms’ report. Symms would never refer to Lilly McKinney as Mistress or Lady, twas always woman, and in the most disrespectful of tones. Sterling was certain that tone would grow far more coarse, now that he was married and to Aurore, a girl Symms had only briefly met, but already highly approved of. Correct as always, Mr. March had done the right thing to send the trunk back to its owner. Where on earth did she think to house herself before quarters were arranged for her for the journey? The Archangel was not a passenger ship, those that traveled on her strictly to get from point A to point B were few and far between. Sterling brought both hands to bare upon his face. He felt warm even to himself, his hands far too cool against his skin. He finished by raking his fingers through his loose hair. “Where is Andrew then with the … letter ye say?” Sterling asked. He tried to sit up as Symms came with the glass of wine. “Have a care sir and rest easy,” the steward warned. “Ye are not well enough at the moment.” Sterling sighed. “Tis the story of my life as of late.” With a frown he took the glass and downed it. “Ask Mr. March to come. I shall see what Lilly wants now.”

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You sweet talker you! Geeze I sure know how to pick em!

So Rats where do you want to go for yer birthday??

^ Nope, I'm a school teacher, being a pirate and being around kids all day, well they think I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread... now I have to watch for stowaways for RF2... they all want to come... < just woke up from a quick nap, still exhausted...sigh V It you could teach a child ONLY one thing, what would it be?

(Lilly smiles slyly...) Oh, and don't forget the wrist and leg irons, Madame Sterling. Like I have to chain up the wife....Look who's talking... that's why Mr. March is making the next pair small enough for Sunfish... you WON'T get out of those!

thought I smelled smoke...

^ People belittling others for any reason, just not necessary < getting to watch all of Gettysburg in school today and tomorrow. V If you had to chose between two pirate events on the same weekend in places too far apart to drive to both, what would you base your decision on?

Removed?? Oh well, just to let you know the Crewe of the Archangel is still interested... Just keep us posted as to what is expected of us.

Fabric weights? I'm trying to get mine off! Just found a great substitute two ply, plain, loose weave black cotton for flag bunting (until we can have the proper woollen fabric made), its folded up on the end of the work bench and is now her "bed"... and is covered in white cat hair... ack.

Wishing ye all the very best for this day and always. A very happy birthday to ye!

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Well there be rum if yer paying, gold in some of the pockets here abouts if ye be careful not to get yerself caught, as for poker, depends on what time frame yer covering... Any way welcome to the pub, hope ye find yer way around as there are many a find Lass and Lad about to make yer acquaintance.

^ personal or in general for the population? mine strong... have to answer to a Higher Boss, worldly, not so good, but I believe we'er in the later days. <UGH, writing from school have all this free time this morning and I left the sewing at home!!!!!!!!! V getting time off from work easy or hard

The Archangel crewe would be interested as well.. as a matter of fact Mr. March wants to know what your plans are for the one in the picture? Any chance of selling that one in time for RF2?

cocky brother-in-law

And a welcome back to Dan as well... okay any ideas for a plot twist, I'm getting stuck and bored... although I don't mind being happily married I have no intentions on living on dry land and becoming a farmer... horrors... and with poor Sir Henry completely tied up with life, attacking the spanish doesn't look too good right now...

Glad yer back, and all is well I hope.

^ mentally, I always want to write them down but usually too busy to take the extra time < two more eyelets to go! V how about a packing list, yea or nay?

^ Gun and wallet < Had a great day today V for an event, modern camp, period camping or hotel?

Sorry I am to hear that things are not as ye would like... but keep the faith, stand firm and keep trying... don't give up the fight. Ah those drinks at RF2 look all the better now, I do hope you'll still be able to come and kick back with us... we have plenty of very broad shoulders to cry on, and just try and remember Lass, God will never leave or forsake you, you just need to press on and keep trusting... :)

^Very little < back to school tomorrow V When do you pack for an event, way ahead or the morning of?