Capt. Sterling

Step away and take that break... especially if you have young kids at home... you can always go back to being a pirate later but your wife and kid(s) are far more important and time missed with them because you're burned out is time you can never truly recapture... if the mood hits you in the future, pirates will still be there... take some time to do some special things with the family, it is the greatest pick-me-up of all

^ burn first then tan < need to get back to working on things for the crewe, snowed in for tomorrow so I get an extra day to work before returning to the real world V what do you like best for exercise?

^ lottery just wish it paid as well... < better under pressure V Do you believe in luck? snigger, should have posted this before the card comment...

^ actually depends on the situation and who I'm dealing with < tired about thinking of things to say about myself V white or brown rice?

^ Poker face < grumpy as all hell V lucky in cards or love?

can't win for trying... bump

bump

^ I'll drive in anything, especially if I need to get to an event! < going for a walk in the snow V Skiing or sledding?

^ Hell no, but I'd volunteer someplace to help out others < nothing worse then wet, snow covered stinky dogs...ugh... V favorite pastime other than pyracy

^ being too honest & trusting < It's snowing! Finally! V Would you rather go to work or be snowed in?

^ Outside the family? I keep trying but no... < need a drink V how many pets

^ My smallsword, tis the real thing... < currently pissing off the cocky brother-in-law from PR... V favorite sight? as to yer Mantua, depending on the class you portray, stays could be left behind and Mantua taken in place of... a few pc illustrations showing lower class ladies in Mantuas and from the looks of their form compared to others in the series, they very much appear NOT to be wearing stays...

"You heard what Mr. March would like me to do," Reiley said as Sterling launched to his feet and milled about the cabin, grabbing charts, weights, and with one wide sweep of his arm, clearning a place on the table. "If I remember correctly," Sterling mumbled choosing one chart in particular. "I am captain of the Archangel." "We are only concerned about yer health, sir," Symms said, moving a candle to the table top. "Shall I fetch yer lense, sir?" "Fetch his lense? He needs to close his eyes for a spell, not strain them further!" Reiley said. "Sir, you are making my job a bit more difficult than it needs to be. Surely this," he waved his hand at the pile of charts. "Can wait a little." "Will ye leave me be!!!" Sterling suddenly shouted. He closed his eyes a moment, collecting himself. Then bent over the table and charts. Glancing up at the doctor, he said, "We need sail in a week's time... for England. Once on our way, I shall sleep then." "England?" Symms repeated, slightly taken aback. "I thought... Virginia..." he cast a quick look toward the doctor. "Aye ye can take a breather back at home. Some time spent with Sarah will do ye well enough." "You're not helping matters," Reiley mouthed to the older man. "All right then. Plot your course if you like. Just give me a moment. Let me at least see to fresh dressings on that pistol wound and let me bleed you. Mayhaps it will clear your head a bit and allow you to concentrate better." Sterling straightened, eyes narrowing suspiciously. He toyed with the dividers in his grasp. "That is all ye wish? Ye will leave me in peace if I do?" he asked. Reiley nodded his head. "Aye sir, I will leave you be then," he answered. And out cold, he thought to himself.

^ everything at once, so it all gets done at the same time < arriving RF2 Thursday V If you HAD to leave one thing behind, which was a major part of your GAOP kit, what would it be?

^Period correct casket, buried some where obscure, in full GAoP kit, and hopefully dug up in the future to confuse the hell out of people!! < Almost ready for RF2 V cocked hat, monmouth cap, other?

^ hmmm only sleep about three to four hours so I guess I'm always going < LOVE MY NEW JOB!! V What are your plans for the summer?

#1 Woodes Rogers (1679?--1732) English privateer who became governor of the Bahamas and one of the key figures in suppressing pirates in the Caribbean.

The pirate version of chocolate milk...

Pirate, privateer, rich or poor, my crewe always knows how to have a good time...they're family and you can't get better than that...

He had carried Meagan to her room, tucked her back under light covers, and waited patiently as she said her prayers. She looked at him when she had finished and sat up. “Are you feeling better now?” she asked. “What?” he mumbled, confused by her latest query. “Better? ..I…” He felt himself swallow hard and unconsciously shook his head. “You will, when I see you in the morning,” she whispered. “Meagan, I … Little Mistress, I will not be here in the morning,” he suddenly said. “There is a matter I must attend to that requires my returning to my ship. I must sail in a week’s time and there is much to prepare, especially after the storm that has passed.” He paused a moment, then took her hand in his. “I think it best I stay on board to oversee affairs.” “But you will say farewell first?” she asked. “The hour is very late, Little One, so I will say farewell right now, I think,” he said. Carefully he rearranged the bedclothes once more, then bid her good night with a squeeze of her tiny hand. “Why do you do that?” she asked, causing him to turn back on his heel and face her again. “Do what?” he asked in a whisper. “Always squeeze my hand three times and not just once?” He tip toed back her side and took her hand once more in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze and said, “I…,” then a second, “Love,” and the third and final, “You. Tis a silent way of conversing that I have always done with my daughter Sarah,” he explained. “Oh,” came Meagan’s simple reply. She nestled back down into her pillows. “Good night, Sir.” “Goodbye Little Mistress.” He exited by the rear door. Noir had done enough for one day, so Sterling, coat tossed over one shoulder, began a very long hike back to the docks. He would stay off the road as much as he could , perhaps the walk would do him good, but he had only gone so far before he doubled over, clutching at his side. The walk back would take him longer than he had anticipated.

A woman after me own heart.... never say never... JHS "Coming together is a beginning, staying together is progress, and working together is success."

Damnation! sounds as if we're all going to be stone, cold sober!

"Then why do you not go to bed?" Meagan asked. "And how did one of such a tender age grow to be so wise?" Sterling asked in response. "I have a good mistress who teaches me well," Meagan said. Sterling could not reply, instead he leaned his forehead against the child's hair, his eyes cast downward, the ache forcing him to bite his lower lip. "You are sad," she whispered. When he raised his head to look at her again, one small hand was gently placed along his cheek. Tiny fingers traced the length of the scar that ran along his face. Under other circumstances he would have been pleased that the little girl was no longer frightened by his appearance, but now he did not even take notice. "Does it hurt?" she whispered. "Very much so," he answered, thinking only of her earlier comment and not of his disfigurement. She leaned closer in his arms and kissed his cheek then flung her arms about his neck and hugged him. His own arms tightened about her, holding her close as if it would allow her caring to pass into him. God when was the last time his own daughter had held him in such a fashion? "I am sad then too," Meagan finally whispered. "Well that we cannot have," Sterling said. "Come I think it best that we both retire. Back to bed with you and me to mine own," he said carrying her to the stairs. "Mayhaps I will be a bit brighter in the morning." "Do you promise?" she asked leaning back in his hold to look him in the eye. "No," he answered her, this time truthfully. "But I shall try."

loss

Why thank ye Lady B, tis most gracious of ye. I shall make it top priority not to disappoint.