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Weird...(Looking at the Captain).... "Well, you did say you were 'different' didn't you?

I am still looking for that article about silk manufacturing in the late 1600s. (Sigh), Perhaps I’m not being very clear with my terminology. Perhaps chargeable silk would be best way to describe what I am thinking of. This type of silk has a nice luster because of the way it is made and takes on a nice sheen when it captures the light. It is not slippery like acetate. I think GAoP did have chargeable silk, but will have to double check on this.

Congenial (He's a bit of a handful...(snigger) yet, he seems to keep all of his crew happy...and the mistress...and the wife too!

Obstreperous? (Lilly pauses for a moment). Sadly, he can be. 'Tis the nature of his upbringing, Surfer Joe. His father, his cousins (Tess St. Claire, Reggie Killingsworth...get the picture?) are all like that...'tis a shame really. He's a man who likes to push his social class about. Can't blame him really...'tis all he knows. Nice to see you stick up for your Lady, sir. Hammer.

....Wicket.... (re: Cricket)

Hold on...trying to find the artical when the Huguenots started to refine their silk making process during the late 17th century and when 'metal' was added to the mix.

....and most sorry to disagree with you Cheeky, but all the real silk velvets I have seen and handled are really quite shiny (not flat like cotton velvets)...Cheeky Smiles...softly. Aye, Dearie. Though, I do agree with you about the silk velvet I was referring to the 100 percent silk decor stuffs. Also, to the touch...silk has a smooth, soft texture that, unlike many synthetic fibers, is not slippery.

Oh Fishman Fabrics! Yes, right in Chicago and while you're there Amanjiria, don't forget Vouge! and as for the decor section, just be careful when picking out your silk fabric. They love to put the poly with the real silk! One last thing...the silk should not be shiny. The texture should be a soft, flat finish.

Amanjiria, I have had wonderful luck in the decor section of JoAnn Fabrics. If you look, you will find some very nice 56" to 60" bolts of silks on sale. I found some lovely stuff for only $9.00 a yard and it wasn't duponi (nubs).

Her?!! I am sure the good captain will just love to hear that!!! Oh Johnny you'll never live this one down!!! Serves you right for dressing so...so upper class!

What about the manner of speech? What about the lisp? Is this really how they would act or Hollywood influencing history again?

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Bruce Wayne

I can amend the text, Silkie. No harm there.

I'd be happy to do so, Silkie. Cheeky

^ YES! Thanks to the 12 years of leg work by my Da and my Great Uncle Ted, there will be a book published called, "The McKinney Decendants of the Greater Northern New York Territory and New England Areas. I think the title is a bit wordy, but will be wonderful to see it in print! < One of the better stories I've been told is during the battle of Bennington which was directly related to the battle of Saratoga in that Gen. Burgoyne sent his top Hessian Officer Col. Frederich Baum to forage for supplies for his troops at Saratoga the destination was Bennington Vermont where american forces lay in wait until they engaged them on the NY side of the border. John Knight (one of my decendants) described his part in the battle in his pension papers which included capturing a british field piece and turning it against them and actually killing Col Baum the commander of the force. John Knights daughter Olive married my Mother's Gr Gr Gr Grandfather. V Passing on the Q -- Are you interested in genealogy and got a great story with it?

In her fury, Lilly could all see was the faces of those who hurt her. No man would ever do so again. A knife or pistol would serve its purpose at this very moment. Ney, not for the mourning mother who had just lost her child be the angry woman who only sought to revenge herself for those who mistreated her. Lilly skirted down the streets with a quicken step looking for a warm place to sit and contemplate her plan. She soon entered McDonough’s. Even at early hour, the tavern was active with noise and laughter. Lilly quickly took a seat on a small table near the fire. A gazing eye from the bar took notice. It wasn’t every day a woman entered her tavern alone.

There in the dimly lit hall, the two women sat. The guard had return Lilly from whence she game. It was a pitiful sight. With tears in her eyes, Lilly refused to feel sorrow. “Damn!” She shouted and slammed her fist into the palm of her hand. Tess quickly jumped at the exclamation made by Lilly. “I should have done something…anything to stay with him! Oh, Lady St. Claire you should have seen him there. He was in a most pitiful state. He was not the man I remembered. I fear it was worse then I could ever imagine. They have him chained like a beast. How will we ever save him? What must we do to claim his freedom? Tess turned to Lilly and took her hands. He is here for a murder that he committed. Some overseer; or something or other. Truth be told, they say there is a witness. If this be true, I fear that the magistrate of this island will do his duty and lay Captain Sterling in his grave. Lilly looked back at Tess. “There must be something I can do?” “There is.” Tess said softly as she handed over the letter. “What’s this?” “Oh please, just read the damn thing!” Lilly looked puzzled by the letter and by Tess’ mood. The salutation was to Lady St. Claire stating that she was instructed to ‘find’ Mistress Lilly McKinney and tell her of the disheartening news. Tess watched Lilly’s face go from disbelief to heart wrenching pain in a matter of seconds. The tears soon were followed by deep mournful sobs. “My baby boy is dead?! You knew of this and decided to tell me this news now?! NOW!” Deeper sobs now over took her causing the guard on duty to show concern as he watched from his post. “His father needs to know that his baby is dead and you wait until now to tell me?!” Tess’ eyes soon filled with tears. “I just received the letter this morning, Mistress. Lord Darnly’s letter states that he was placed to rest on his estate so when you return back to London you may visit his grave whene…” AURGH! screamed Lilly is a fit of rage. “I curse him! I curse you all! Lilly stood from her chair and looked down at Tess. “Mark my words, if I ever return, it better be in a wooden box! I swear to my heavenly father if I see Lord Darnly I shall cut out his heart myself! He has destroyed what happiness I had left in my life and for this I will seek revenge!” If a fury of rage, Lilly left the prison. The room once again quiet, Tess quickly looked over at the guard who had witnessed the whole confrontation. “Well…that went well, don’t you think?”

As the guard forcibly took Lilly’s arm, she turned to look at the Captain one last time. “I love you, John. Please remember that!” She repeated over and over again before the heavy iron door shut behind them.

Too much time at the computer as of late. Awoke this morning with a tingling sensations in both hands. Took a good 20 mins. to shake that feeling. Oh goody! Just what I need …carpel tunnel!

With a stern look Mistress Lilly glared at the guard. “By who’s orders?! I have ever right to do so. He is the father of my child and by God; I shall do as I please!” “By orders of local magistrate and Master Pinon’s. You will be under arrest if you do not follow these orders.” With a mournful look, Lilly glanced down at the figure of a man she once knew. He had succumbed to the wickedness of his new surroundings. Perhaps it was old ghosts that now haunted his memory. Mistress Lilly turned and looked at the guard. “Very well, then. No touching.” As she knelt down by his side, she began to weep softly. The image of him in shackles pained her so. He was not an animal but the very creature she loved. “My Sweet.” She whispered softly. “I will do what ever I can to get you out of this hell. I shall send word to your father, or perhaps Lord Darnly will loan me the money out of pity. Surely, there must be som…” She looked closer at her beloved Captain. His face drenched with tears and sweat. “Dear John, do not give up hope. Do not do it for me, but do it for your baby boy.” Baby boy…the words uttered softly, gave comfort, and caused him to draw a deep breath. “Yes, my baby boy.”

Must be my computer. I'll have to see them later at home.

Sorry Captain The photos/paintings are not showing up.