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"Thank you that will be enough for now," Sterling said as the doctor and he made their way back to the room. "I would like to see to changing the dressing," Reiley said. "Later perhaps. I wish to be alone for a bit," the captain said. He felt worse, all manner of thought no longer gnawing but eating hungrily away at him. "It would be..." the doctor began. "I said get out! Damnation!!! LEAVE ME BE!" Sterling shouted and fell back into a chair. "Please..."

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Captain Sterling knocks lightly on the Tree house door. Gaining entrance he asks to have a word with Tia Dalma. "I wish your advice Lady," he begins. "There are two women in my life, each holds a special place in my heart. Each claims they care for me, but then each also cares for others. One has spurned my proposal of marriage twice, the other I fear to even ask. My thougths are to return to the sea and think of naught but my daughter and her well being."

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"Hurts does it?" Reiley asked. "Good." Sterling fought down the urge to grab the good doctor about the throat, instead he glared at him quietly. "Be glad it hurts," the doctor continued. "You have your feeling at least. I think you would hate to lose your arm as well as your eye, would you not? Surely Mr. March has his hands full as it tis, looking after you in a battle." Sterling could only sigh and look away. The doctor's reply was all too true. "Right then," Reiley continued. "A banyan for you and we shall take a small walk about the house." "We?" "Yes sir. I have noticed that folks that do so after an injury seem to fair much better than them that don't. So up with you captain, of course I shall be with you." Sterling felt like arguing. He was hot and cross and he wondered where she had gotten herself off to. He had grown so use to her being about. "Come along sir," Reiley insisted. Slowly they made their way down the hall and then the stairs. By the time they made their way out the front door, it did not seem all that hard to the captain. Soon he was grateful for Reiley's suggestion. "Orders, not suggestions," the doctor had corrected him. "Get used to taking orders from me Captain and I promise I shall do my best to keep you and the others alive. A bit further, I think." And they continued onward until Sterling stopped and saw her, sitting quietly with Christophe. For a moment he smiled, and then the thoughts that the French man did indeed care for her more than she realized rapidly began to gnaw at him. Perhaps she cared for him as well, more than she knew? He turned to Reiley then, grabbing at his arm and leaning heavily upon the doctor for support. "I wish to return to the house," Sterling whispered. "What is it?" Reiley asked growing concerned. "I think I am going to be ill...."

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<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>JOHN CHRISTIAN STERLING </span> TM changed although trademark/copyright still applies All characters/names/conditions (including John Christian Sterling, Joshua Merriweather, Sean Merriweather, Sarah Sterling) are the sole property of C. A. Salone and cannot be used without permission... Copyright/TM 2004.

Oi!?! we have to die???

Would you mind giving us another picture, say close ups of the details ??? Just recieved a Nocturnal as a gift from my first officer and now we would like to tackle the backstaff... a friend of his does brilliant work.... as do you, just incredible!!!!... after the backstaff, he's going to try his hand at one of the spy glasses.

Oh you pricketty stitcher you!!!

The are numerous fashion plates that still exist from the time frame that the Archangel crewe covers... true they mostly cover the people of quality but there are quite a few that cover middling sorts as well. So there is a lot that covers this period other than just the woodcuts... some of the plates are truly amazing and were drawn strictly to show what people were wearing...

Isn't that what Symms is for Captain? Tess says with a smile. "Nay, that is one task Mr. Symms has taken upon himself to overlook," Sterling mutters...

Aye Captain. Me bruddah an' I kin 'elp wit dat.... What if each player were to pm or email you with the bios of the characters then you can arrange how to post them in another thread??

Oi!?! Maybe its not too late?? Not to fret, Mr. March is going to build that next after the swivel gun and the cannons, we should have the swivel at RF2... now we just need a place to start the ship!

Oh my gad, she does this to you too?!?!

Ditto and Leake's portrait as well...

Good Heavens Madame! No one of them be pricketty stitchin near my... ahem.... person.

No offense Madame...but like I have time for that...

Aye that two weeks would be tough....

Sterling looking over at the Actress..."That just doesn't sound right... at all..."

Them's drinking words -- I wholeheartedly agree. Do be careful if ye go! this would be a great idea...

Sterling enters his cabin and sees all his hard work scattered about, blowing to the four corners of the globe.... "Oh... MY... GOD!!!!!!! LILLIAN, WHAT THE BLOODY FU...." Symms quickly puts his hands over the captain's mouth...