Capt. Sterling

pluck

splinter ( I bet he wouldn't)

glass

bowl

thirsty

LOL, don't the Chinese have one? Eggroll

Yogi

pain

Well you do have a point here... if folks didn't like to "trade up" as you call it, all the second hand shops in the period wouldn't have done so much business.... check out Waller's 1700 Scenes from London Life regarding the topic...

http://www.baroquedance.com/ Folks might find this of interest as well... she has social dancing as well as theater dancing from the period...

Funny how some folks remember events....

extra wet

Good to know Kate. As far as clothing, tis the grand thing about the event you can wear whatever century you like as long as it isn't science fiction. Look us up... we'll be the ones making everyone else uncomfortable! Looking forward to meeting you.

What? I just got rid of my pneumonia in time for Christmas! Maybe you got mine. I wish I could blame you!

Sterling broke out into a loud laugh. Lord, the woman reminded him of his stepmother. "Impertinent says thee? Aye, thy kind would view it in such a manner. Mayhaps I shall continue in such a fashion says I," he chuckled. Then he did continue, being the gentleman and not wishing to disappoint her. "Truly Madame thee know little about horses. Why I'd wager this little fellow could clear six feet with ease. And since the docks be nearly empty with the passing of the storm, except for thee and thine, I would easily prove it if someone were to erect such an obstacle. As to someone else entrusting me with a ship, I own mine free and clear even with out Lord Sterling's past willingness to contribute to his son's foolish behavior." He tipped his hat. "Do give my regards to Sir Albert. Tell him Johnny or, if thee prefer, Sir John Sterling sends greetings. He'll know me well enough as one of those rash, impertinent, and reckless privateers that sail as protector to one of his merchant vessels fat with valuable goods." His green eye flashed with amusement and further mischief. "But then again, perhaps I shall make mine felicitations known myself for, if I reckon correctly, my new properties boarder the lands of the Trade Winds. Prime real estate, what?" He collected his reins once more and with a slight adjustment of seat, gently urged the Chestnut forward and passed the sedan chair. Breaking into a slow canter, Chestnut proved it too was ready to move on. "Shall I send in the coin for ye tomorrow then?" Sterling said soothingly to the animal. "A new home for ye and mayhaps all the sugar cane treats that would be safe for ye to consume, compliments of the next door neighbors?" He leaned forward with another pat, smoothing gloved hand along silky neck. With gentle pressure he urged mount into gallop once again and steered for where he had last seen Aurore and the others. Give him thieves, whores and the most middling of sorts any day over the company of his father's ilk. Perhaps he should send note to Tess St. Claire of Lady Cunninghams' arrival... they would certainly see things eye to eye.

Sterling continued on a bit, reining down to a hand gallop and then finally brought the Chestnut to a trot, before he turned it around and headed back the way he had come. As splendid creature slowed to a well deserved walk, shake of head was given, sending curb chain to jingling a moment. The captain leaned forward and patted the sleek neck favorably, the thought of possibly purchasing the horse had now crossed his mind rather seriously. It would certainly take well to hunting in Ireland. He resumed his seat and allowed the horse to walk on at a loose rein and found his path now blocked by a very occupied sedan chair. "Have a care," he shouted to the carriers, he did not wish to delay much further before catching up to his wife. Eventually, she might actually notice him missing. He waited a moment as the chair made its way to the side permitting him room enough to pass. He did so at his own ease, or rather at his mount's and as he came along side a man of some quality, he leaned down and whispered loud enough for all to hear, "I am not in the least intoxicated sir, nor do my crew think me rash, a bit mad perhaps," then sat upward. "Bad vision, grand hearing," he added with a smirk, then winked at the lady within the chair. Once more he leaned forward, focusing his attention upon occupant. "John Sterling, milady. Captain of the Archangel. Yer servant, m'am."

So aptly put Lady!! Welcome to the pub Sir, hope ye have a grand time of it here!

Wacky Races (?)

KATZENJAMMER KIDS

I think it is David Brandon's Stand and Deliver! a History of Highway Robbery, that covers a few female highwaymen during or around the time of the GAoP.

There are a multitude of roles that women can play from the GAoP and not just female pirate or whore... it would truly depend on what sort of scenerio you are trying to show at your event though... if you were say in port trying to trade off some of your goods, there could be any number of women from dress makers, to whores, to merchants' wives, the occasionaly lady of wealth but I would limit her number, coffee house owners, vendors such at those depicted in the Criers of London (need to to find the correct title for that) such as broom sellers, oninon sellers, ect... here go Marcellus Laroon's Cryers of London, 1687 or as they are presented in Sean Shesgreen's The Criers and Hawkers of London..

cartoons

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Father Christmas

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