Capt. Sterling

Yes folks I am wearing a wig and it does make a huge difference especially for the time frame I portray and for my persona's background. The style I picked was based on a series of engravings from Caspar Luyken's Gallery of Late Seventeenth-Century Costume...Which show the less formal style of curl. The "Naomi" wig from Coxworks or Coxworld (google it should come up... I will try to find the link and post it here if you like) is the one I have chosen to purchase and even Kass thought it was darn good except that it isn't human hair. The problem with human hair is it pretty much costs an arm and a leg... most wigs, even prior to styling start around $500. so this is a good place to start while you save those pennies... I am growing my own hair, which is blond, but depending on the event or scenerio, will continue to wear the proper wig. Dark hair and wigs was considered very fashionable ( I think it was Pepys that speaks about colour), wigs were valuable... if you could afford one, you most likely had one... the term "big Wig" actually developed during the time frame, according to the folks at Williamsburg. The more money you had/higher status, the bigger, longer and more full your wig. I believe there was even a criminal slang term for stealing a wig... as children were perched on adult shoulders to grab both hats and wigs. Remember these things could be sold for money! In order to get a wig to fit its best (remember there is no elastic in this time frame) wigs were best worn over shaved heads... though not everyone did this it was pretty common.... As shown in Leloir's plates some folks were already tying up their wigs in ques, or had ribbons in place, like lovers' knots... BUT this does not seem to be the common style until later... (although being out in the wind in one of these babies, you certainly think the later styles soon developed because you swallow most of your hair when you try to speak ) NOW this is JUST AN ASSUMPTION... one would think if you could not afford a wig they would at least grow their hair to look like one.... but I HAVE NOTHING TO BACK THIS UP. And Rats, as far as uncovering and having your wig go with it, one almost wonders if that didn't happen at times... At one point, where the "bangs" of the wig rose higher and higher into horns, hats were kept under your arm and carried...not worn....there are illustrations from the period of men, with wigs sitting at percarious angles and the ideal was for the wig NOT TO LOOK NATURAL... shows you could afford one.... As far as the overall look for anyone's kit... unless you can work out why your character wouldn't wear one for a correct reason... Hair and glasses as well as shoes and undergarments (mainly for women in this area) ARE CRUCIAL TO GETTING YOUR LOOK CORRECT....

Sterling watched as Sabastian downed more of the port. Perchance if he just waited the younger man out he would drink himself into oblivion and, at least, for one night, they all would be able to rest some what easy. And then the morrow would provide them all with the chance to discuss more opportune ideals. He took up the other glass and filled it, making sure to top off Sabastian’s as well. He took a sip from his own and tried to reckon as to why Killingsworth would be in Jamaica when it was quite clear the man drowning himself with grief and port, had not the slightest inkling of whom Robert Darnely even was. He would not put it past Killingsworth to kill simply to spite someone who had admitted to insulting him. And yet with out instructions from Darnely and thus no one to protect him, Killingsworth would have to be playing the fool, or on to something else entirely. He quickly downed the contents of the glass he held and refilled it, making sure to refill Sabastian’s as well. What on earth could Darnely be …. He sat down hard in the chair again, a chill overtaking him. The other man looked across at him, without smirk of amusement, but sincere curiosity. “She’s tried to leave him…. Without his consent. My God and she be not free of him,” Sterling whispered, placing his glass upon the table for fear of upsetting it.

Who? What? When? Where? and How??

“Reginald Killingsworth, say you?” Sterling asked, unable to mask his astonishment. “A fop…with a speech defect?” He did not wait for the other man’s reply. “My God,” he whispered. “Your ways and influence here will not help you if you have dared to cross Lord Robert Darnely. Killingsworth is but his puppet. And for all his appearance, he is not a man to be taken at face value. He‘s here to collect a debt. I fear your Molly may only be his first target. By Heaven, what have ye done to Lord Robert for him to force Killingsworth to crawl this far from his hole?”

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"You seem to know your prey well, monsieur," Sterling said pulling on his coat. "Still I am coming with you, at least to watch yer back." He looked now to Aurore. "If you would be so kind Lady. My sword and revolver." He looked back toward Sabastain. "So who in this island of criminals stands out to be the culprit and why?"

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Jou really think I am that foolish to tell jou where the sheep is sunk? Geeve me some credit! Jou pirates aren't so bright as the sunlight are jou? He already told us the boat was in the harbour. How many harbours can there be?? Sterling being all too blond under that brown wig...

No, not co-ed! Sterling, if I have to look at your scrawny butt going over the gunwale, I'm throwing in the towel and getting a job as an accountant! No treasure is worth that! On the other hand, if you hire the Swedish Bikini Team....and you stay strictly out of the water.... Swedish Bikini team?!!!... to hell with the treasure...off to the cabin!!

What was that Shakespeare said about... lawyers

"Sorry for your loss I am," Sterling said as brother made his way into the room. He watched as the other man cast him a look that challenged without spoken word, "and what would you know of such matters?" Sterling reached for his shirt and pulled it on over his head. "Mayhaps not as foul as murder, but just as swift and unexpected. I lost my wife in childbirth when she delivered afore time," and he shook slightly at the memory. He retrieved boots and stockings next and started to settle himself on the edge of the bed. He quickly changed his mind, no need to bring to memory how he had been found and add more discomfort to his host. He moved to the chair across from Sabastian and began to draw on silk hose and soft leather riding apparel. "I am coming with you," Sterling suddenly announced as the second spur was buckled into place. He did not look to Aurore where she stood to see her reaction. "It is the least I can do to repay your sister's kindness." He sat up, buttoning the collar of his shirt. The other man's expression too complex to fathom beyond that his offer was not welcome. So he repeated himself, with an air authority that he wielded unpretentiously from years of experience. "I am coming with you... as you say, tis my world that this poor girl was from. If you want vengeance, that is your choice, but if we can achieve this through the proper channels first, then perhaps we shall keep your own neck at its proper length and I can return you to your sister alive." He leaned upon the table betwixt them and locked his gaze with Sabastian‘s. “Ye think I know little of your kind. I know more than well enough. If ye fail in your attempt and come to be trapped in this little strategy of yours, ye will not stand a chance with the local authorities. If ye will allow me, I can help in this matter. If ye don’t, some how I will tie ye down in that chair so yer sister be not forced to wear black weepers!” Sterling rose and took up his silk waistcoat and moved arms into sleeves. As he began the task of buttoning he asked, “So what makes ye think ye know who done this abominable thing?”

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"Sorry I am, Lady," he whispered, his thumb moving ever so gently over her cheekbone where the tear had traced its path. He took her to him, wrapping himself about her. "Ah ma chere dame, ma belle jeune fille" he whispered as she wept. He knew it would only be a moment, before Megan returned with proper attire for her mistress and then she would be gone to see to her brother and to do what ever she could to make things right again.

Sterling took Aurore by the shoulders and turned her to face him. "Murder? Molly? Who is this Molly?" he asked, lowering his voice as he read the pain in the young woman's expression. He softened as he saw her fight to keep the tears in. He would have held her if she so wished it but for the moment, she allowed him instead to feel very much the outsider... He straightened. "What would ye have me do Lady?" he asked.

He watched her as she moved about the room, unable to understand what was being discussed, and yet tone and urgency were the same no matter what the language. He moved to her side as she listened to what was being said below. "What is it?" he whispered, moving close behind her and moving a hand protectively about her waist.

Sterling beamed when she consented to see him in a proper fashion. He moved from her, one hand still afixed to her's, as he snatched at a piece of melon and broke it in half, one end of which he offered her before he devoured the other. "Forgive me," he smiled. "I did not realize how hungry I am." He took the glass of port and looked it over, content with its dark red colour, before he took a sip. "So then, tis Sabastian whom I must ask permission from?" he asked taking another sip. The drink was well made and went down without the customary burn. "Come here," he said, his look mischevious, his good eye, bright, as he grinned. He pulled her close and then down upon his lap. "What is yer pleasure Lady?" he asked moving his hand over the plates before him. He waited for her to chose but as she reached forward a shout came from outside as the sound of hoofbeats and someone hailing in Aurore's private tongue. At first she did not react and he contented himself with slowly moving the linen from her shoulders.

"Hummm...naked pearl divers? Well, we could tickle them with these feathers, make them drop their pearls. Pauses, and scratches head. "We are talking about co-ed pearl divers, right?" No, no... they could dive to recover the treasure in the sheep, shep....screw it...boat at the bottom of the harbour... and of course co-ed would do quite nicely!

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Well there is still Reenactor Festival in Feb... maybe things will work out for that!

“Testing?” Sterling could not help but smile and turn away chuckling. “The bloody bastard!” He came back to her and hugged her. “Damn near scared the life from me when that door was thrown open. With nothing to protect you….I …” he could not help but hold her tighter at the nagging thought, then suddenly he picked her up off her feet and twirled her about. “He does make sound sense though, I must confess. Although we have started off in a most.. ahem…“ he cleared his throat. “A most enjoyable manner, mayhaps you would allow me to make matters right between us? Perchance you would allow me to court you properly?” He paused a moment and gently lowered her back to her feet. “Does this brother of yours always test you? I could certainly understand looking out after one’s sister, but to test you of all people… why?”