Cheeky Actress

What happen to my motivation today? I started out great...but it fizzled. I have no drive and yet....I look about the house and see at least 15 things that I could do...bisha...it will still be here tomorrow! I'll sleep on it for now.

Wisconsin Road Guide to Haunted Locations by Chad Lewis & Terry Fisk Entertaining and there is always a 'dare' listed to most of these locations. If you do something the 'ghost' will appear. Of course, this book mostly supports local lore and myths.

Flim-flam man

Pretty Maddogge?! Very well...whatever I think MB was looking for the best FBs to promote all time lines. You just kinda stood out. You'd be happy to know that your Pinkerton Persona (Wild West) has been captured up in several Flickr accounts, too. A face...what a face...did you see it?! Ya...he's ours and we're pround of 'im...right Captain?

Well...from one Lilly to another. A very Happy birthday to you. I look forward to meeting you at Hampton, VA next month. What fun we shall have!!!

Tickets are purchased for the Ball....dress being pressed, last few details are being taken care of... Oi, Blackdog? What types of 'dishes' are you looking for? There are a few good 'one pot' period correct meals I've found. Please let us know.

Lilly nodded that she understood and carefully took the paper envelope, tucking it safely away in one pocket. Pulling her hood close about her face, she turned and hurried for the door. It was a moment before she realized her error. Turning once more, she made her way back to the Scot, placed her hand gently upon his sleeve and, trying not cry, she thanked him.

Lilly’s eyes met with the old man’s. She could tell he was in no mood for any tom-foolery. She had just witnessed a scene between him and a guard. A bit fearful of the look in his eyes, she spoke softly to him. “No, I seek a remedy for my …” She went silent for a moment. “Croaker sent me. He said that you were the only man here in Port Royal that a special herb.” She quickly handed him a piece of paper and then a gold coin. “He wished this quick. I am only the massager. A man’s life is in your hands.”

Oh, and if you find out what to do about a boss who doesn't listen...please let me know. Other than a 'boot to the head' - what else can I do? I was thinking about using visual aids, but I think the bright colours would just distract her.

LOST

You are quite right, Lady B. Just think, you're at the social event of the season and you fear being found. The Black Vizzard will help you escape. Besides, just think if there were an ocean of black vizzards - if you were being followed by a drunk pyrate, he wouldn't be able to tell which one is you!

Make sure you place your order before the season starts! Custom-Cut Machine Sewn 100% Linen Shirts are Now Offered, at the price of $55 for a Plain Shirt (no initials). Sleeve Ruffles are available for an additional $15. Fagoting at Neck remains $15, as this is hand-sewn. Great birthday gift for the pryate that wants everything!

LOL! Captain Sterling is right BlackJohn - That's Pinky for you. Loves 'word-play'!

Cheeky... do they know when we can start reserving a room? Will there be a discounted rate for RF5? Aye, Lady Barbossa! The ReenactorFest website has the discounted link to the Westin up and running so book your room RIGHT NOW!!!!

Mistress Lilly McKinney enters the Pub and takes a seat in her chair closest to the fireplace. Welcome to the Pub, Captain Flint! I shall have a tankard of Black and Tan, if you please. I am truly sorry to hear about your Ship, Captain Flint. But ‘tis a blessing that you came away unarmed! Let us drink to your health, faith, and your damn luck!

Lilly soon made her way down the hollow cobblestone streets; past the docks on the other side of Port Royal to where the apothecary, Croaker mentioned, could be found. According to the doctor, she could obtain the herb, which would make her lover better, only there. As she turned the corner and made her way through a narrow alley, Lilly soon discovered that she had visited this place once before. "Oh no!" She whispered aloud as she looked up at the door of the home. There, next to the entrance was the very same apothecary sign that she remembered seeing once before; "Professor Angus Trilby, Apothecary." "Shite." With a deep sigh she stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Sanctuary

Lilly allowed Nelly Greene to take the place beside the captain. There was too much going on that was not, by any means, a benefit to the wounded man, for her to make a fuss over who should tend him and hold his hand of all things. She had watched, horrified, as Sterling had thrashed violently about the bed, Croaker trying to hold him as still as possible and keep him from being a further harm to himself. She had listened to the bitter feuding outside in the hall and stood, amazed that none but the doctor seemed to truly show any concern for the captain. She commenced breathing once again as Sterling's body slowed its battle and once again he lay as still as the wounds would permit. And now, her heart pained her slightly as the scissors, carefully manipulated by Greene, began to cut away her lover's hair. She must have been staring for awhile before she realized the doctor was speaking to her. "You must hurry to de apothecary Mistress McKinney. Make inquires as to who carries Valeriana officinalis in dese parts. It may very well help de gentleman."

Here's the skinny on my Witch relative. Sarah Averell was born about 1630 in Ipswich, Essex County, Massachusetts. Sarah is the daughter of William Averill and Abigail Hinton and sister to William above. Sarah married John Wildes on November 23, 1663 in Topsfield, Essex County, Massachusetts. Sarah and John were the parents of Ephraim. Sarah is one of the persons accused of witchcraft at the infamous Salem Witch Trials. Sarah was hanged as a witch on July 19, 1692 in Salem Village, Essex County, Massachusetts.

Discipline

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Is it better to be feared or respected? And I'd say is it too much to ask for both?

Lilly giggling.... Wild Wild West!

As Sally drew near the bed chamber, she was amazed to see so many about at such a late hour...not to mention the clan of the Smugglers in her Mistress' own house. Sally stood there in the hall looking at the men who now seem to have drawn their attentions to her. "Mistress?" She whispered in a fearful tone. "What is this?" "Why are these men here in your home?" Nelly soon made her way to the edge of the room looking out to find her servant girl surrounded by the rouges. "Mistress," Again Sally whispered as her Mistress drew near. "I do not understand. Why? Why have you let the likes of these men into your home? I thought your dislike for the Deveroux Clan still festered in your heart?" Sally's eyes darted back and forth between her Mistress and the men that stood between her.

Soon the boisterous tones floated from the small room and down the hall to where the servant Sally laid asleep. With one voice after another making its’ way down the hall, the loud tones finally forced her awake. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and grabbing her robe, she slowly made it down the hallway. It was clear that a light now burned in the Captain's room and there were more than one shadow that cast itself upon the floor. Slowly, Sally moved down the hall to take a closer look.