Capt. Sterling

Sterling's first desire was to berate his officer... how dare he question him? How dare he even touch him! Instead he followed his second course, drew on his pipe and shrugged his shoulders, something he instantly regretted. Allowing the pain to settle before he continued he looked at the man next time... no longer a crew member... now his dearest and oldest friend. "I do not know," he sighed.

valour

no but I'll look into it...

Victorious

May I?

Yes I seem to have that problem with broken bones, but no, they told me I completely broke off the tip that holds some other bone in place... its just sitting there. There is enough still left to keep the elbow working properly but I guess the cold months will be rougher... I never noticed it at all during the summer...

divide

Last year right before Halloween I cracked it, then managed to finish it off in the new house... nothing they can do about it... so it remains broken... and I'm beginning to notice cold and damp mixed together ... not the best... oh well..

broken

Next time, stand to my blind side, Sterling thought to himself eyeing Burke's strangled chortle. He then watched Aurore, she was being far too obliging… mayhaps he thought these rogues appealed to her more than he? And when he heard Christophe’s laughter trip down the stairs, he believed he knew all too well why she had not insisted on joining him or ask that he just remain in the shop and smoke as the others did. “My apologies as well,” he remarked. “Mr. March if you please.” He bent over one of the lamps and drew in on his pipe until a thick gray cloud moved ghostlike about his head. He straightened, the wisps caressing him, making his pale face specter like in appearance. Content that the tobacco had taken a good start, he bowed and left the shop, his first lieutenant finally falling in step alongside his old friend.

Hmmmm I wonder, don't you? Do you think that was a good question?

Sterling looked down at Aurore. "Surely Mr. March will do well enough, do ye not agree?"

Did you say the Spanish Inquisition??

as for myself... broken elbow is sore, sore, sore...

Hallelujah!! Great to hear !!! :) :)

Aren't we speaking about the Spanish?

"Aye is that right then? Thank ye for your assistance Mistress," Sterling replied in front of the others. "I thought I might take a walk down by the docks and have a pipe. I could do with a smoke. I would ask ye to join me but I fear the weather is still a bit too harsh for such as yourself. I shall return in a bit and then irregardless, we shall make our way to meet with Captain Striker."

Oops sorry to bother you... will gather any future questions and lump them all together if needed.... but this helps... thanks alot.. success with your classes!!

Sterling rose to his feet. He knew nothing of the man he was about to meet and his cryptic message for "his ears alone" often made him wonder if this was either some poor practicle joke or if he were making his way, headlong into some form of trap. As his habit, he began to pace back and forth across the room. He needed no quarter deck for such actions, he had developed the knack long before... and infuriated his father with it. He felt awkward, not wishing to look about the room for concern of being caught and thought to be prying. He wished Aurore would hurry back and yet, now she was amongst her own, and he did not want to draw her away from friends, if she desired to spend time with them. His pacing increased until he finally admitted to himself he was nervous about the upcoming meeting and wished it was over and done with. He reached to the band of his hat and untucked a small clay pipe, packed the bowl and looked about for a taper... then thought it best to take his smoke outside despite the weather. He made his way into the shop again to explain himself to Aurore.

Isn't it the one with the sea serpent crest in the corner?

does anyone know where the map is?

Thanks everyone... will check out all the PB stuff as well... BUT while we are on the topic of tar... we are doing a gibbet and cage along with a body... My Little Friend is going to be fixed up, dressed in his proper GAoP hanging clothes and then properly tarred.... Some in our group have brought up the question of, once tarred... will MLF go soft if he's left out in the sun at a hot event?? In which case, any one, OI FOXE, have any idea if he can be "sealed" and still keep the feel and scent?

quench

Did I? Should I make amends for being so unclear?

Ministering Spirits