Red Cat Jenny

Anyone know of a good period story between 1700 and 1800 that takes place in Jamaica?

what...the one that looks like all the REST?

irons

OMG.... No matter how many times I see the sunrise from up here in the tower...it just stunns me, You can actually see it move. Its a huge ball of molten orange right now. Sigh I'll be here for a few days straight. 12 hour days apiece. Got my bag packed and my laptop. We''re expeting 7" of the white stuff. Ah... the joy of an airport job.

Cat grinned this time an stowed th' flintlock in her belt. She cleared her throat an marched regally t' the hatchway without another ward..but fell t' a giggle brought on by a hiccup as soon as she'd descended into th' danker hold. Jes th' same Cat turned about t' make sure she had a eye on Nate' in the dimmer reaches o' the ship. The larder was full as promised an she began t' poke about th barrels an sacks strainin t' see wot th marking were.

Red Cat didnt resist as Nate gingerly loosed th' bottle from her grasp...She thought wit some amusement at herself, that he was th' wiser not t' ave gone fer th'pistol. Ol Young Nate were't used t' wot some may refer t' her ..reckless manner.. in some situations, so..she let it pass. But a strong arm round her waist were a surprise SHE warn't expectin. Cat turned expressionless t' its owner who just as quickly withdrew. Snatchin back th' bottle widely, she sprung at him momentarily "Mish - ter Durant!!".. he did not step away but th' grin faded into a more apologetic expression. Cat wavered a moment considerin th' sprits within an' without th' bottle..not t' mention they two. An then the fact that they'd nay eaten since morn. Not releasin th' bottle , she grinned slyly at th sailor before her.."Y' offer a lady a drink an none to eat wit it?" Nat'e's shoulders relaxed an th' grin returned wit a slightly bewildered expression. Cat figured there warn't nutin else t' do in th standoff..the Spanish had sailed, an she warn't favorin closin on the Relentless r' Rakehell fer fear o' another welcome... an she were in a slightly mischevious mood anyways. She waited t' see wot ol' young Nate may do

Red Cat sat upon the Sloop's gunnle an took a good long pull o' rum. Graspin th' bottle in one hand she gestured towards the remaining ships wit her pistol. "Wall I never seen such a confusin half battle in all me years" She took a 'nother swig. "Not a shot fired an those clearly wit th' advantage, sailin away like we's ghosts...." Cat's eyes grew wider an she hopped off th' gunnle an staggered over where Nate were still stretchin his lanky form. "Bugger! Jacky DID say there'd be many a strange occurrence surroundin these waters...do ye suppose...." Her thoughts flashed briefly t' Ol Roberts an th' state he mus be in, th' big superstitious oaf. A half smile tugged at one corner o' her lips for th' briefest o' seconds picturin th' broad an imposin man jumpin at every wee sound. "but if there be spirits about...be it they " Cat waved th pistol drunkenly towards th' retreatin vessels causin Nate to step lively out o'it's aim " r' us they seek?"

Miss Ashcombe had listened as she moved unobtrusively and mostly unacknowledged, but for a nod as she filled their cups once and once again. She glanced at the expressions of the men as they discussed the return to St. Louis and dealings with the ship Navarra. None had offered an explanation. Even Mr. Pew as he left, spoke only to thank her for her service. As Jenny laid the last of the cups in it's place, she pondered the circumstances ahead and the all too little bit of information. Return to St Louis could mean many things. She had gathered that the Captains would not be immediately present nor the Watch Dog to escort them. However it was said they would join the Lucy no later than the following morn. She knit her brow trying to recall the whole of Mr. Flint's report. Across the ward room the rays of the late afternoon sun elongated and added a tinge of orange to the surfaces they touched. The sun had been high as they sailed from St. Pierre and Jenny assumed it would be little more than an hour or two before they were once again in port. She crossed to the stern bench and withdrew the sack of belongings she had arrived with. The Ship's Master and his chosen crew would be meeting with enough ability to speak with the Spanish, but she wondered if they would posess too little to overhear anything which might suggest a less than true objective. There was the potential matter of Durand. Miss Ashcombe reached into the bag deeply and withdrew the dagger wrapped in muslin which she had not declared to anyone, even Miss McDonough. She replaced the bag and hurriedly crossed to her cot secreting the weapon in it's wraps beneath the thin mattress ticking and wool blanket. Lacking anything further to do until Mr. Pew returned, Jenny settled in the chair behind the canvas and closed her eyes, hands folded neatly in her lap and tried to work out in her mind the things said moments ago and what the dealing with the Navarra may be.

William's Loopy! William's Loopy! Jenny helps Tracy place cushions in case he falls down. Im ready for shorts weather! Bring on Spring! I'm thinking of bribing the hedgehog LOL...er make that Groundhog

Oh Nom Nom! Thank you Captain! Miss Ashcombe giggles and swipes a piece off to her room with a book and candle

Uh oh.... * goes to read the Watch Dog *

goes with a pyrate MEAL

1247 pages of this?!!! wow numbers

Yogi (The Yogster) Maeve (Did it come yet? did it?)

^ Well New Years was kinda quiet. Had to be at work at 5:30 the next morning. Bleah < Why must work interfere with my social life? V New Year New Question... Planning any renovation for the Spring? Home, personal or wardrobe?

Communication

The LASS wants a rhum!

Kenneth that is a great shot..but you've all said that already above . I think the Western thing (which I noticed too) is due to the pine trees behind you and that your neck scarf is rolled. Funny, I was watching an old Western last night and happened to have had that random thought..hmm neckscarf...rolled and tied different, but still usefull in the old West as it was at sea.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Sam Adams

You'll need some CASH

Hester Ill trade ya my garbage plundering squirrels and a 35 lb raccoon for...oh wait...nevermind. I need a metal can Today wild rice and veggies with a leftover meatball from Christmas The sun but only here and there sigh where'd Summer go? Mom Dad

gumball

woah Impressivve... I don't know whether to be jealous or scared..

Cat an Nate passed th' spirits twixt em as they watched th' little drama play out not too far from where they be. There were shouts exchanged tween th man in th water an th' Relentless Captain though what was said was muffled by th' breeze. Cat chuckled as she handed th' bottle back to er mate."Aint in much of a spot t' be negotiatin now is he?"