Silkie McDonough

You are involved in theatre and even I have a Bacon Number of only 5. The two Nobel Prize statements would seem to support each other, which is why I suspect one of them is the lie. As someone stated earlier the prize you are accepting could be someone elses. Meeting 12 different Nobel Prize winners could be achieved by accepting the award. The award could have been accepted in the past. I am suddenly reminded of Vizzini's "dizzying logic" logic when in the battle of whits with the Dread Pirate Roberts in the film "The Princess Bride" I say ...random choice ...3 is the lie.

Hmmm ...tis a difficult one. I do not see how a dead guy could bayonet you. However, as a reinactor the dead guy could have been live. Specifying the arm could easily be what makes it a lie, perhaps you were shot in the leg. Finally your wife is the singer, I suspect she sang in Carnegie Hall. I say 1 is the lie.

I think the tombstones are in your front yard.

One of them did, a while ago.

My friend keeps her "good" teas in there also! I don't have the counter space for a bread box. You weren't expecting me to ask a question were you?

Dorian, I decided that Will would know better than me so I didn't bother guessing. Besides, I would have been wrong. Okay, this should be easy because I am pretty sure I have mentioned all of these in the past someplace on this web site. 1. I was inured in a street fight. 2. I bunji jumped off the New River Gorge bridge. 3. I won a 2 year lease on a Jaguar.

Do you keep your vitimans and medications in there? I have a friend who does!

Tis a new day Jacky! Not another course! Thank you so for paying the bill. I can not remember EVER paying William so I am sure he appreciates it from you!

Duchess, I sooooo want 2 and 3 to be true so that is my guess!

It depends on the individuals. I didn't date a friend for years because he was much older. Now he is a woman nearly half my age and both are blissful. My current boyfriend is 4 years younger than me. All of my interests in the past few years have been younger than me. So you see, my friend and I have something in common ...we both like them younger! It also depends on where the individuals are in their lives. If I am a 20 year professional could I be happy with a lad just out of college. I would doubt it. Ten years from now when I am ready to retire (I hope) would I be happy with the same lad who is now a professional? Perhaps. There are too many variables to make one statement covering age difference.

I just need something that will last weekends and will come off easily when I need to go into the office. I work for a bank, they don't like visable body art.

Fares from this area have already risen. I missed the low ones by just a few days! 40 or 50 bucks that could have been spent elsewhere. Ah well, suppose I will ust have to go with out that extra trinket or round.

Thank GAWD Black Jack Shalaq has a higher score than I do! I would have been truly worried!

Murin lay in her cot staring at the darkness above contemplating what the doctor had said and all of its implications. She had done as the captain ordered and went straight to the surgery although her pace was slowed by the weight she carried upon her shoulders. She so wanted to prove herself valuable to the captain and crew, she felt she had achieved quite the opposite. When she knocked on the door she prayed that neither the doctor nor Chanault were still about but a female voice softly entreated her enter. As she stepped into the surgery Tempest smiled a tired but pleasant smile and inquired how the young lass' day had gone, more specifically had she kept her hand to light duty. Murin stammered. "I ..err ..the sail ...umm, it..." The doctor raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes at the Irish lass' answer, she was aware of the damaged sale, she then gestured for Murin to step up to the light. When the tailor did not offer her hand the doctor presented her own hand palm up and waited for Miss McDonough to comply with her non-verbal wishes. Murin's demeanor was that of disobedient child expecting a scolding. Slowly she displayed her palm to Dr. Fitzgerald. The Doctor looked at the bloodied dressing. She said nothing as she cleaned the wounded hand. Murin tried hard not to flinch at her touch but the hand was sensitive and the reopened wounds stung at the cleaning. Tempest remained silent as she wrapped the hand in fresh dressings. Leaving Murin where she sat the Doctor went to where she kept her stores medicinal herbs and roots, poured a cup of water and stired something into it. Returning to Murin she handed the girl the cup. "The Willow bark would ease the pain." she tonelessly instructed. When the doctor was finished with her patient she gathered the work that Murin had disturbed and headed for her private quarters. Before opening the door she turned to the girl, "You will NOT use that hand until I have decided that it is time. Is that clear?" Murin's nod was almost imperceptible as she kept her eyes focused on the floor. "If you continue to use it as you did today you will never have full use of it again." The Doctor paused then exited. As Murin sipped on the tea she heard animated conversation in the neighboring room. The words were foreign but the tone familiar. The doctor was not pleased with her, not one bit. Murin's mind began to race once more. What of the flag, the fleur-de-lis. What would she tell the captain? That she could not perform her duty? That the tailor on the ship could not stitch? How could they safely sail into Fort Royal if they did not have a friendly flag to sail under? Someone on board should be able to stitch well enough to create the needed flag. It was her responsibility. The others of the crew had their own duties, they should not be asked to shoulder hers. These thoughts continued to churn in her head long after the pain in her hand had been dulled and the teacup drained. She could not sleep so she lay in her cot staring at the darkness above, fighting her own small battles.

errr ...are we talking about scones?

I hadn't seen anything about it before. I don't spend much time in Pirate Pop but I do click "View New Posts" every time I'm on, and I am on nearly every day. It wouldn't have occured to me to do a search before posting.

Wouldn't your wife be upset if I did? :) :) Care t'share a glass lad? Today ...some champagine to go with my strawberries.

Thenks for the link Cat! Very enlightning. I have a question to any who will answer. What size ship is she? The best I could find was "small". Did anyone see any dimensions? (I have a tendancy to overlook the obvious when I am looking for something specific.)

Mmmmmmm! Shepards Pie! I've not ad any in such a long time! Perhaps tis time t'partake! William, tis a new day. I'll ave d'Shepards Pie ifin dere be any remainin'. Hmmm, ya do need t'hire some wait staff ere n'allow yeurself time t'socialize with the patrons more awfen.

Does Ransom keep bread in her bread box?

I took a look at all of your tatoo shots and I must say ...I like the ship WITHOUT the color. I think IF I EVER decide that I want a ship I may go with a sepia tone line drawing. Thank you.

Yes, I do. A two compartment one. Can ya guess what I keep in it? Do you actually keep bread in it?

"Aye sir", she began a curtsy again but stopped herself and knuckled her fore lock instead. Turning to go she could think of nothing other than the scolding that she was surely to receive from either the doctor or her mate ...or both. She had not noticed the blood that had seeped through the bandages before that moment. Had she been aware of it she would have stopped ...perhaps.

"The fleur-de-lis." She stated firmly, as if she had knowledge as to what that was. "I'll need an image uv'it." She continued, "How many days t'Cul de Sac Royal." She struggled with the correct pronunciation. "D'sails bout tree qwaters repaired, would have ad more done save fer m'hand" She looked at the hand and extended the fingers stretching the palm. The dressing was bloodied. Doctor Fitzgerald would be unhappy. Murin looked from her hand to the captain "The repaired sail should be used as d'spare, she'll be useful buot weakened."

Murin blinked, "Aye sir." She tried to recall the French banner but all she could bring to her minds eye was a field of white. "I would need an image uv it sir. I ken nut recall wot it looks like. I am sure det one uv d'crew could help wit det."