Capt. Sterling

So is the guy way in the back to the left. Perhaps the baggy red breeches are some form of livery? Or do you know exactly what those two men are supposed to be work wise? the red breeches also look closed at the knee not hanging lose like the wide slops....

You are 80% Scorpio

Cool yes... can't see much detail on the two chaps in the broadbrimmed hats? or is it just being without my specs at the moment?? Tell me does anyone else see a shoulder knot on the fellow in the black and orange to the right of the picture? and ribbons at the knee? and a sash about his waist? And what say you Kass... petticoat breeches on the guy all in black (or maybe dark blue depending on your monitor...) or is that just a long coat?

I'll be over in a few minutes....

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Hope all goes well with yer Aunt!

But they're ever so comfy! Um... from what I hear. Too Late Jack!

If you do some more googling via the Disney production, it was said that the pistol Johnny Depp uses was an original obtain from someone, a dealer or collector in Connecticut.... I believe my daughter has pictures in her book... you can get from the local bookstores called Pirates of the Caribbean The Visual Guide...

Hallelujah! I would like to know more about this topic as well as I am quiet convinced not every single pirate spoke like he just walked out of the pub in Cornwall... I know there were cockney accents already established by the GAoP. I have been studying Gaelic and the smoother versions of Scottish accent, not all those hard rolling 'r's.... that are so typically heard... for my character. I would start with nautical terms of the time frame first, at least know what you are talking about onboard your ship. Also many of these terms did fall into common use amongst sailors... there are a number of books that claim sailors had their own lingo and a person could actually tell they were a sailor because of the words they used... Then see if you can find a reliable 18th century dictionary and just start reading any original letters, or copies of, that you can for your time frame and the country of origin for your character... Here's hoping more folks will jump on this topic...

You know... the thought of you and her together in the same room is really beginning to scare me especially if I'm in the same room too!!!

Wow, I guess you really can find anything on eBay

Sorry, she only wears em... she doesn't buy them... that be my job...

Many American Civil War folks say that modern day rayon very closely "copies" the silk for gowns of their time period... so many units actually allow it to be used... in other words, the texture and "hang" of the fabric is very close to the actual silks used during the ACW. But it still is NOT an actual fabric used during that period and it was certainly not around during the GAoP. Now, maybe Kass can tell you if it would pass for silk of the GAoP time frame, if you are just going for the "look" but not the authenticity...but from what I've seen of silks myself so far, first hand, from slightly later and through out the 18th century, I would say no. But honestly, save your pennies, there is NOTHING like using the real product for your kit... and you'll sleep better at night!

I'd especially be interested in the ones pictured in the following link... http://magma.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/02...ure4/zoom3.html

I be needed a number of pairs as well.... any one willing to take commission work?

always on

It took a while before Sterling was, in some measure, awake. It was not until he recognized Mr. Hazzards that he made himself to sit up in bed. “Why is it that when I need Symms’ assistance he is no where about?” he thought. It was Hazzards who finally helped him and then, once settled, the second officer placed the letter into Sterling’s hand. “Thank ye Master Hazzards. Thank ye indeed,” Sterling said, suddenly now, altogether conscious and awkwardly breaking the seal in his haste. He glanced down at the letter than quickly about the room. He finally sited Symms locking the door, an empty commode in his grasp. “Put that thing down and find me my spectacles and see to the candle Symms,” he said. It was a moment or two before the steward accomplished his task and Sterling,, holding the letter open, close to the flame, went over the contents of the note. “Thank God,” he whispered as he sat back and removed the vexing eyeglasses. “Good news sir?” Hazzards asked. “Aye… Mayhaps not good but better than I had feared. I am relieved to see that my… the Empress is as unaware of Mistress McKinney’s affairs as I have been myself until this morning.” He closed his eyes for a moment holding back the tears that wanted to over take him. At least he had not been betrayed by the Empress as well… that he knew, he could not bare. He held up the letter, waiting for someone to take it from him. “This is not one of the letters that I asked Mistress McKinney to write for me. Please see that it is returned to her at once. Master Hazzards would ye be so kind?” “Aye sir, as ye wish,” Hazzards said taking back the letter he had spent all day trying to retrieve. Sterling nodded his head. “Thank ye Master Hazzards,” the captain acknowledged. Then he looked up about the room his gaze coming to rest upon the stranger. “And who might ye be?” he asked.

"And who the bloody hell be he?" Symms snapped angrily at Hazzards as his old gray head jerked in the direction of Reiley. The second officer smiled as he pushed his way into the room. "A doctor says he. I beg to differ says I," Mr. Hazzards explained, he waved the letter under the steward's nose. The old man's eyes widened. "Oh the captain will be pleased to see that, "Symms remarked as his arm flew across the door opening stopping the others from entering the room. "Ye ain't Dr. Stenbom!" Symms snapped again. "Never ye mind the old goat, Doctor. His bark be worse then his bite," Hazzards said as he glanced over at Sterling just waking from the noise. "This be Dr. Reiley," Hazzards explained. "Funny how he's set himself up in Dr. Easterly's place. He has been kind enough, though, to find the Captain's letter for him. " "A doctor ye say?" Symms asked, eyeing Reiley up and down. "Very well then go about yer duties then. Mind ye, be watching ye I will." For a brief moment, Symms lowered his arm and allowed the other man to enter but before the actress could make her way inside, Symms barred her way again. "We won't be needin yer company tonight Mistress. So be off with ye. The captain's too ill fer the likes of ye and I be thinkin best ye leave him be... for a good long time."

Okay, I would normally side with Blackjohn regarding period illustrations and trusting artists of a certain time frame. Let’s face it some people just can’t draw, some people draw from memory, some people draw from description supplied by others and then you have some that use live models and may try to get it spot on… sometimes they are superb and sometimes they are just awful…. It almost becomes like a visual game of “Telephone!” BUT one has to agree with Kass here that since not much in the way of actual clothing has turned up yet, where else can we look but to art work of the time, tailors books, Admiralty contracts and other period sources… And I think Kass does have a very valid point where the width of the breeches and trousers are concerned… we might NOT like depending on the period illustrations BUT SO FAR they all seem pretty consistent and do NOT show huge petticoat style breeches on sailors of the GAoP.

Sterling did not know for a certainty how long he had closed his eyes. He could only be somewhat sure that he had closed them at all for when he opened them and tried to sit up he found Symms coming to his aide and not the actress. He felt physically numb and struggled to maintain control over his thoughts as the steward came to his side. "She ... was here?" he asked. "Aye sir, she was," Symms replied once again fussing over his charge trying to make him comfortable. "And I'd say she's done ye a disservice by giving you the wrong amount of yer medicines." "Has she now?" Sterling mumbled, then added. "Yes I suppose she has. Tis not the only thing she has given me.... Somewhat...." "Other than heartache, sir," the steward interjected. "Oh yes... aye that too... part and parcel with her .... I ... think..." "Sir ye be not makin much sense, just close yer eyes again and go back to sleep until the doctor comes," Symms said. "I have been asleep then?" "Aye sir ye have," Symms said. "Then tis all been naught but a bad dream... what?" Sterling asked. "Ifin ye ask me, sir, Mistress McKinney is more like a nightmare where ye be concerned. But I be sorry to say she were indeed here. Now, quit taxing yer brain and rest yerself. Ye be doing yerself no good nor yer crew or the 'Angel sir." "Then she were here?" "Aye sir, she was," Symms repeated. "She was." For a moment the steward was startled as his captain began to sob but Symms was too much the mother hen and so he recovered himself quickly. "There, there sir. Tis only the laudanum making ye thus. Ye never were a happy drunk either," Symms said almost chuckling out loud. Sterling only shook his head. "She done me wrong," the captain mumbled incoherently. Bloody hell, the steward thought. Did he ask her to marry him yet again? He was much surprised then when Sterling demanded that the steward 'keep her away from him." "As ye like sir. I will not allow her back to see ye until ye are ready fer her. " Sterling took a deep breath then and tried to calm himself. With difficulty he rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes. "Oh and Master Hazzards...." he whispered. "Aye sir? What of Master Hazzards?" Symms asked, wondering how long this broken conversation would continue. "When he reclaims Mistress McKinney's letter, I wish to see it. I wish to know if the Empress is behind all this........as well."

Like f***ing sh**e.... things keep going from bad to worse and beyond... I guess the only good thing right now is that things can really only get better??

Already his head was starting to throb. “Please, Mistress,” he whispered. “Tell me all ye can about this babe? And why did ye not tell me sooner? Mayhaps I could have been a help to ye both. Please Lilly,” Sterling pleaded, his grip tightening painfully about her hand. “Tell me… and be this child in God’s keeping in this world or the next?”