Capt. Sterling

And we have a ton of work to do... :)

It was several hours before Sterling was able to make his way below. Storm anchor had been applied and with trysails set abaft fore and main masts, the 'Angel's bow into the wind, he had decided it best to sit and ride out the storm, and depending on the circumstances, hopefully not sink... He had already given orders upon March's report regarding the latest arrival and, after visiting with Dr. Reiley to hear his account of Lilly McKinney's current health, he now found the McHinney brothers in dry gear and at least a cold meal in their stomachs. Sgt. and extras relaxed as Sterling approached. "My first officer informs me that ye wish to be taken to Captain Striker's ship," Sterling began... "I would like, very much, to oblige ye but at the moment that is impossible. Only a fool would attempt such a feat in this weather. My crew has her hands full just trying to stay put now that we have covered as little ground as we have. I had no intentions of putting back into the harbour once the storm had passed but rather to make sail to Virginia. Ye are welcome to travel with us, ye can earn ye passage by working, or I can send ye in with a boat back to the Port, as God only knows, where Striker will be when all this dissapates. I have full confidence that the 'Angel will survive this ordeal but I cannot vouch for any others. I am sorry I cannot accommdate ye further, gentlemen, so if my news displeases ye all I can say is ye are welcome to swim if ye like."

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Trail of Tears

Sterling continued to regard the approaching storm with leery eye as crew members moved hastily about tending to duties. Gunner Beach steadily on top of his own men saw to the safe keeping of the guns. Minions and sakers were lashed into place, the thought of their carriages coming lose in a storm and careening about the deck as the ship pitched like an untamed horse was enough to bring a chill to any man‘s soul. Symms had seen to the stowing of all lose items in the captain’s quarters, whether they be chair or port decanter, Skittles lending him a hand as he moved about. Old eyes widening only once as he saw to the securing of the captain’s sea chest and spied his new mistress coming toward him in clothes all too recognizable as not what she had come aboard in. Nod of approval was given to Aurore by old steward, as nod of approval was given to the youngest midshipmen up on deck as ship’s bell was dampened to stop any false soundings. Joshua Merriweather bowed slightly in return to Captain’s notice then made his way to Mr. Hazzards for further orders. Early on, as skies had taken on a threatening hue, cook fires had been put out, supper if there were even the time for it would be served cold. Trysails set, life lines made ready, cable was slipped and marked for later retrieval, the Archangel began her difficult race away from the hurricane. “Captain..” Andrew March started to say but was interrupted by raise of Sterling’s hand and cocking of his head. “What was that?” the captain asked. “Do ye hear it? Above the wind?” He moved quickly to quarterdeck railing and looked over. “What the bloody hell?” March muttered as he followed Sterling’s example. was barely discernable to even Sterling’s ears.“They’ll bloody well kill themselves,” March said stepping back as the wind nearly made off with cocked hat. “Tis along way back to the wharf and a hard pull of it,” Sterling remarked. “If they can hook into the chains and make their way onboard, then so be it. Inform them we have already slipped the cable and they may have to jump for it. If they do manage, have them searched when they come on deck. Have Sgt. O’Malley “entertain” them below, I do not take kindly to strangers, storm or no,” Sterling continued. “Once in front of the storm, a bit of scudding perhaps until it is safe to loose more canvas. Then we shall set a course for Virginia.” “Virginia?” March asked taken aback. “Aye. Twill make for a fine honeymoon, besides,” Sterling grinned. “I need a rest.”

I thought it was early morning?

Also... how can a crew get involved or would we be only spectators?

Welcome to the pub!

Yes I completely agree with the time issue... some how we need to interupt the post for this... it is getting difficult to figure out ... I think we've only actually been at the port for what... maybe two weeks all together??

Thank God, where would we be without you?

Have illustrations and instructions for reproducing a sample sail... BUT curious to know if anyone knows the actual stitch length...how many stitches to the inch?? Any ideas?

Time and money.... hmmmm why do they always sound like dirty words? Boy some of you folks have it made... I think my spouse would give me that look "You want to do what to the house!?!"

Hmmm if I recall correctly, there is an inn in Cornwall that makes the same claim to being the inspiration for Treasure Island... As for the Pirate House in Georgia, Foxe is correct about it being a tourist trap...... although the food is half way decent and they make a mean skullkicker rum punch. Does it have to be Georgia? South Carolina, now they have quiet a history regarding pirates or Newport RI...

Ah! You said anything!

So that mean we all have to change our personas completely to fit into the time line which was not the original jist of this thread... okay ladies... you all get to be two bit whores...only....

hmmmm wonder if I could photograph a keel hauling staring the Doctor...

Yes but now I am SOOOOO tempted....

Sterling had removed himself and Aurore from the seat. "Skittles!" he called and Mistress March hurried over to take Aurore below to the captain's quarters. "Stay with her please!" he added and Skittles smiled as she quickly ushered Aurore below. Once again, replacing himself on the seat, he was lowered over the side to collect Meagan. At first the young girl was frightened but like most children, an encougraging word, a broad grin and a reassuring hug, and she was all a giggle as she and Sterling were hoisted up and on board the Archangel. "Oh can we do it again?" she whispered as he carefully lowered her down to the deck. "Any time ye like," Sterling replied with a smile. "Mr. Merriweather please escort Madamoseille Meagan below to her mistress!" "Merci," Meagan said and gave Sterling a quick hug about the neck. "Keep Aurore company. Tell her of the fun you have had," he added. Meagan nodded as she took Mr. Merriweather the elder's hand and was lead below, Sean Merriweather rolling his eyes at having to attend to a girl, when so much more was happening about them. Symms came forward, the Captain's greatcoat in hand and helped Sterling struggle into the heavy coat. Seat was lowered once again, and crew and officers stood waiting to lend a hand. As the new doctor arrived on deck, slightly green in colour, he held a bundled woman in his arms. Sterling's brow raised as he looked to March. The First officer could only shrug his shoulders. As Reiley handed charge off to several sailors, he walked over to Sterling and March. "I hope you do not mind. It is Mistress McKinney. She is gravely ill with fever and I could not bare to leave her in the port. There is another young lass with Mr. Davis. She lost her home when The Shippe burned to the ground. Is it all right to bring them aboard?" the doctor asked. "Aye, yes of course. We can certainly manage until the storm passes well enough doctor. Tell me," Sterling asked. "Mistress McKinney?" "She is overwrought sir. High fever, quite delusional at the moment. I thought I could tend to her here more proper like," Reiley explained. He hesitated a moment, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "She thinks your are out to kill her..." Reiley added with a grin. For a moment, Sterling's eyebrows arched high and Mr. March smothered a chuckle before the captain finally said, "Well done then doctor." He tossed a quick questioning look at his first officer as March continued to fight back the laughter. "Have her brought below to sick bay, then when she is no longer a threat to the rest of the crew, mayhaps we can make her more comfortable else where on the ship," Sterling added, wishing he could jab Andrew March in the ribs with his elbow.

Cheeky needs to reedit her post regarding MY behavor in the last few threads... she is playing my part in a way I did not consent to... I would be the last person to throw someone in need of help off my ship... rewrite... or DO NOT play my character without consulting me first

honestly we've just been waiting for Sir Henry to return... but so far, that looks like it just ain't happening... so we shall have to take things into our own hands... with all the ships putting out to sea, hopefully something will occur...

A lot of us would not be alive if it were not for pansy romance...

Unfortunately via emails, content and not true meaning is usually the only thing that comes across... honestly I do not think, nor hope that any ill feelings were intended... so I think we should open this thread to ideas regarding rules that should apply... suffice it to say, methinks, most folks would not wish their characters to be killed without permission nor maimed beyond repair..(I for one do not wish to lose a limb...wandering about with one eye is difficult enough ) or seriously manipulated to extreme changes in the plot Prime example, when Reggie shot my character, he inflicted serious harm but left it to me to decide whether I lived or died..... so wound away, but no killing without consent.... agreed?

hmmm might be able to help regardin film camera... as for video... yes that would be an added plus, I missed most of the fighting... as I usally stopped spinning and ended up hanging towards the water... should have ordered Mr. March to turn me about... **sigh**

My word Rats! Were you planning all this "story boarding" or did these shots just fall into place? I'm truly considering a slide show via a laptop for RF2... you mentioned this before and now after seeing these shots, I think you have a brilliant idea... Geeze we're gonna need the entire hall to ourselves... Between the gallows, gibbet cage, My Little Friend, the gun carriage and decking... only Mr. Merriweather will fit...

Actually none of my clothing or Mr. March's are Reconstructing History patterns...Those are directly taken from Cut of Men's Clothing by Waugh .... with some very simplistic adjustments both Andy and I fit in the examples as if they were already made for us. but if you throw up some good shots of the Gunner, Bosun and the ladies in Riding Habits... they certainly are. As well as your buff coloured frock coat and I am assuming your common man's brown coat.. I think you may have several good shots of that as well so folks can see the good quality.