Capt. Sterling

science

Sean Merriweather fixed a practiced frown upon the older man. "My captain's seen well to my education, sir. Tis Measure for Measure that I be needen and we best be quick about it as well! There be those that be lurkin about in the shadows that would be happy to have their hands on any copies ye might be carryin as well... If my captain wants me to be reading Measure for Measure than I best not be disappointing him, so please to be fetching me a copy with good haste."

Praying for a quick and speedy recovery and a perfect report from the doctors

Wishing you many happy returns of the day and as well as another year lacking nothing!

Allgebra.... snicker...

Hey Frenchdog... I mean... fabric whore... I mean.. Greg... if you want to sell some of this let me know....

Have to check with the first lt.

Don't worry about the tree, the gallows are coming!!

About time!!! Sorry, couldn't resist

Great thanks gents!

Yeah I hear you... When you really sit back and take into consideration what it is supposed to do there are a lot of pieces to the puzzel... My first officer, Andy, will most likely figure it out... He's already planning to make a false mast and rigging to shoot the thing at.... the guy truly is amazing... I'm going to send him the link for the Hand mortar.... That might actually be the ticket...... he built this "candy mortar" for the end of events where there are a lot of kids... fires a ton of candy way up into the air and it scatters, then the kids can run and find it...

I dunno, maybe public toilets that aren't coin operated? :) OH we used to have those too!

Okay, saw the line drawing of the converted grenade launcher used to shoot out grappling hooks in one of the Osprey books, I believe it was... Any one have info/pictures and stats on any originals? Want to get started producing one... Thanks. Hector

Wow Greg if you could find and post that picture I would be grateful. I wager my first officer could make a copy of it... and then one of the guns to launch it as well... God I love my crewe!! Oh by the way, any word on the gun itself... I've only the line drawing of the converted grenade launcher in one of the Osprey books, I believe it is?? I think I will post this in Twill as well....

Aye, I totally agree with Mad Jack here!... I would think no gambling or drunkeness is to keep the men from getting into trouble by arguing or fighting amongst themselves... not because the Captains had a conscience ... Just reading Bart Roberts' articles and his history in no way shows the man to be God fearing....

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Geography lesson

His hand quickly disengaged itself from the silken lock and moved to her cheek, fingers slowly tracing along fine jaw line then to soft lips. "Par Dieu, ma amour, je vous veux," he whispered.

The groan that left him, when she parted from him, was not from any pain but from the hunger she produced in him. "I want more of those," he whispered, his good hand reaching up to tangle gently in a stray curl. "Years and years more."

Her words forced a chuckle from him. With a grin he looked up at her. "Gallant my foot," he laughed almost cautiously. "I was being selfish."

He stirred slightly, his sleep disturbed by the notion that someone was watching him. Slowly he opened his eyes, then blinked to clear his vision as best he could. Since Sterling had lost the sight in his left eye, he had always had trouble judging distances...something he relied heavily on his first officer to do for him. But this was one time he was glad Mr. March was busy off elsewhere. He blinked once more trying to fathom whether or not a simple raising of his head would bring his lips into contact with Aurore's as she looked down upon him where he lay, or if more would be required of him to span the gap. “Hello Chere,” he whispered and then decided it best he sit up first, but his sudden efforts only caused the pain of his wounds to coarse through his torso and it was all he could do to flop back ungracefully upon the mattress. “Damnation!” he muttered angrily to himself.

The midshipman looked up with a sigh of relief. He waited as the newcomer finished scolding the others, then ducked inside under the younger man's arm. "Tis about bloody time," Mr. Merriweather the elder mumbled under his breath.

Lily