Red Cat Jenny

We have flights to Guayaquil everyday. Pronounced (Why-A Keel) Those people are cute all so short. In 1600 Guayaquil had a population of about 2,000 people; by 1700 the city had a population of over 10,000. In 1687, Guayaquil was attacked and looted by English and French pirates under the command of George d'Hout (English) and Picard and Groniet (Frenchmen). Of the more than 260 pirates, 35 died and 46 were wounded; 75 defenders of the city died and more than 100 were wounded. The pirates took local women as concubines. Quito paid the ransom demanded by the pirates with the condition they release the hostages and not burn Guayaquil. In 1709, the English captains Woodes Rogers, Etienne Courtney, and William Dampier along with 110 other pirates, looted Guayaquil and demanded ransom; however, they suddenly departed without collecting the ransom after an epidemic of yellow fever broke out. An interesting aside..Guinea pigs. From there The animal's name carries porcine connotations in many European languages. The German word for them is Meerschweinchen, literally "little sea pig", which has been translated into Polish as świnka morska, into Hungarian as tengerimalac and into Russian as морская свинка which can be translated to English as "sea pig". This derives from nautical history: sailing ships stopping to reprovision in the New World would pick up stores of guinea pigs, which provided an easily transportable source of fresh meat. Don't eat Sea Pigs they're too cute

Well I worked a 12 hour shift waiting for snow that never came..too many of us sat with boots, ..emergency numbers to get cots and blankets for stranded passengers.. the plow guys..the departure slots team..the deicing crew..well half of them..after too much late night pizza (I had a salad - can't abide the terminal pizza) it lapsed into the loopiness that sets in after 4 am..but we saw a few flakes and some bone chilling cold. We did have three feet in the last one tho.. Thankfully it stayed South of NY but I feel bad for the rest of you. Still it's freeeezing.

Wow these are great! Thanks.. lol I like the part about the cooper.. I have such a stack of books now from my Dad's library..I'm gonna have to add this to the list

Returning the Happy Birthday :)..to you

I'll find him for three... but I'll catch him, and kill him, for ten.....

Hold of The Lucy As the first Starboard watch since the great guns of the snow had fired upon them came under way, Anthony Coipman and John Black descended among the considerable bulk in the Lucy's hold. "Bugger!" Black exclaimed stepping aside as a rat scuttled from the light of his lantern and over his shoes dodging off into the further darkness. As he stepped aside his slops caught on the splintered edge of a crate rending a new hole to be mended. With a further swear at the "filthy English vermin" John settled himself amongst several hogsheads. He placed the lanten atop the nearest one to better see the ledger he would transcribe the British cargo into while Mr. Coipman climbed amongst the items hastily brought from the enemy ship even as it had begun to list and sink. Anthony posessed better skills for reading and counting and was of smaller stature which allowed him to make his way within the close space. Being at least half the age of Mr. Black he accepted being tasked with such at the elder mans suggestion and had to repeat himself at times as his Dutch accented english carried over and from behind where he stooped or reached, moving his own lantern carefully as he went. As he waited for the next tally, John Black traced a finger over the bale mark of the barrel he sat on and huffed "Tha King's Fury" "..no match for the fury of men and dogs..aye?" Went down majestically.. may tha King rest in peace at th' bottom" with the last he feigned a bow from where he sat. "Shouldn't speak ill of the dead"... Anthony muttered more thickly in his own accent as he hadn't intended to be heard beyond his own thoughts. Forced into service as his own fellow crew had perished aboard the Fluyt caused him to have some empathy despite the attack. The memory was still fresh in his mind. But John's ears were sharp and he peered towards the glow of the lantern where it flickered from Mr. Coipman's position behind the stores. "Lad" he spoke slowly but with the benefit of experience, "those aboard would gladly have spilled yer innards on their deck had they the chance. Make no mistake in that.. " "Two barrels of nails, twenty sacks of feed grain" was the only reply after a pause and John let this pass knowing years would bring the same understanding. The heat of the day began to make it's way below the Lucy's deck as the sun reached its zenith. Above and around them the sound of repair rang out in hammers, orders and the call for Mr. Wenge as a plank which was badly twisted where it joined a bulkhead began to leak and required a more senior understanding for it's repair. .."Two and Twenty " he repeated, wiped the perspiration from the back of his neck and leaned to his task noting the items in separate places.

Mango juice

Thanks to all you pirates..you yeah William dubbed me so I shall accept the honors graciously You may leave your offerings at the dock...ahem.. Any birthday beverage left?

Oi Jacky..I knew that comment would land you in deep water with Ransom.. You KNOW my CAt toast radar is always on....can't hide that..or th cinnamon...

yeah, I thought that too..I think the info and research was worth more than the cash. Just a neet story

The story and info here is very interesting in it's own right. The figurehead originally had a hand outstretched and the other held a nightingale. Being named Jenny and being Swedish I thought this was neet too It's an article and images so I'll just post the link. http://www.swedishnightingale.com/artikel.htm

Thank You for the wishes :)..Sincerely, the Feline Aristocracy

Wishing you a Happy Birthday Commodore.

Maeve resisted the urge to stand and insist this an imposibility. Instead she kept her seat and her eyes to her meal, already annoyed at her reaction to this strange declaration. Though it was not out of step with the others present who surely felt the same. Being a docteur her instinct was to deny such preposterous allegations. Not having witnessed so herself, Miss O'Treaisaigh had heard of such things happening..those who were pronounced dead returning signs of life. Though usually it was during a surgery or directly on a field of battle and most died some time later. Her purpose as those in the community of medicine was to pull the injured or sick away from the grasping hands of death and curiosity at the possibility intrigued the medical mind. To understand that which had not been fully explained was always in the interest of those tasked with healing the human body. To seek remedy in new understanding which could be shared. Part of her wanted to examine him immediately having personally removed so much shrapnel from his flesh to see if she had perhaps underestimated his injuries.. she quiety shook off the thought..she had not mistaken.."trauma"..she thought to herself..surely he is speaking through the results of such and practicality would soon make that apparent. Miss Ashcombe selected a piece of ripe fruit new from the stores brought aboard and chewed slowly wondering what had visited Mr. Flint. She chanced a brief glance at the faces around her as they ate, passing most briefly over the Master at Arms for fear he would speak again. Those who claimed to have returned from another plane to walk among the living again.. It brought a chill as Meaves hand had faltered causing her to start at the sound, to wonder what had visited him, madness or specter. Or had he spoken the truth? Bill sat before them clearly worse for his wear but the sincerity in his voice belayed the composure of madness. Jenny had seen those not of sound health along the back roads of the village. Drunkards and the ill of mind, speaking madness or warding off invisible assailants, yet Mr. Flint showed neither the discord of the mad or the sway of drunkeness. While in the colonies Jenny had heard of medicine men among the natives and wondered at the possibility in their beliefs. The scar she wore as a result of an encounter with them unbeknownst to those at the table. She had always felt being human one could not deny a thing simply because it was not seen or did not fit what was written in boooks approved by those who declared themselves to have proved all mysteries. There was much that was unexplained. She thought of Je'Miah and what he would say had he been present with his strange and quiet wisdom and the fact that Captain Lasseter had taken the request in stride and his own sincerity. The meal continued for a time and Jenny stood to refresh those glasses in need and clear some few plates now empty to the tray on the side table.

way too fascinating... heres a scene brought to mind by that..

Found this recently..interesting Cockboat, wherry, joliwat, shallop, great boat, longboat, barge, yawl, cutter, launch, skiff, pinnace, galley, gig, jolly boat, whaleboat, dinghy, and even an early life boat . . . All were types of boats carried by ships at one time or another under different names by different nations. They were equipped with gaffsails, lateen sails, lugsails, spritsails and even square sails carried on one or two masts. A ship's coxswain was a man of no small skill because he had to be able to rig and maintain the ship's boats no matter what type they might be. Some boats were in general service among the various navies, some were used only for specific purposes and some were carried in place of authorized equipment. In the early 17th century, boats were generally towed behind the ship. This had some peril associated since the boats could damage each other or break their tethers and disappear unnoticed. In the second half of the century, boats began to be stowed on-board. The French would remove the thwarts and nest smaller boats inside larger ones so that all three boats normally carried on a ship of the period could fit into the space of one. The Spanish, amongst other nations, took to this practice as well. The English, however, believed that making the thwarts removable weakened the boat. They did, however, use the practice of turning a smaller boat upside down and placing it in a larger boat. As they added more boats to the inventory of a ship, the British were forced to find a way to accommodate them. In the second quarter of the 18th century, they built gangways on either side of the waist that connected the quarterdeck to the forecastle. Booms, comprised of spare spars and masts, were then stretched from the forecastle to a support called the gallows which was erected just in front of the mainmast. The largest boat, the longboat, launch, or barge, was cradled directly on the deck, possibly with a small skiff inverted and stored atop. Then the pinnace or other boat was stowed on the "boat booms" with possibly another boat stored atop. Prior to battle the boats were hoisted out and towed astern on a towing harness and tether. If left in the waist they would become a major source of splinters and captains would often order their gunners to fire at boats still shipped. The long boat was just that. It was the largest and most heavily built boat carried by a ship. Some longboats were monsters. A longboat 52 feet in length was carried by the Prince in 1618 although not stowed on-board. The Sovereign of the Seas carried a longboat 50 feet 10 inches long. Longboats were generally scaled to the ship they served with one-third to one half the length of the ship's keel providing the size for the boat. Longboats gradually reduced in size until by the mid 18th century, longboats rarely exceeded 36 feet, averaging 32, and carried a crew of about 30 men. The longboat was generally equipped with a single mast and bowsprit which could be removed for stowage. It was usually cutter rigged with a mainsail, foresail, and jib. The reason for the long boat's size has to do with her original purpose which was to, "carry forth and weigh the sheet anchor." To do this, the longboat was equipped with a small windlass and had a movable davit at the stern. The longboat was a general utility boat. It was used for carrying landing parties, cutting out parties, watering parties along with a large number of water casks, and ferrying a large variety of supplies from the shore to the ship. As the main utility boat, it had to be able to operate in any weather under sail or oars.One use of ships boats that emerged in the 18th century was as a gunboat and patrol boat. The arming of ships boats prior to the 18th century was restricted to small arms and sometimes a musketoon placed in the bows. In the 18th century, the ship's longboat and launch were fitted with swivel guns and rowed around the ship in foreign ports to prevent desertions and to protect the ship. These swivels also made the longboat and launch more effective in supporting landing or cutting out operations. In 1737, the Centurion, operating off the coast of Africa, mounted 4 swivels on her longboat and the Burford and Suffolk each mounted six swivels on their launches

tea with a spot of rum

Yeah Al Gore owes us some mittens..an rum..It's 't't't'...too damn cold

Within the pea thick fog Red Cat's chuckle turned t' a grin an she took no time in placin Phonse at th' tiller an accepted th' rum. Wit a nod an a wink t' Nate fer his thinkn t' bring such provisions along, she took a long pull, set down an hooked one foot over a coil o' line. "Wall.." she took another short pull 'fore offerin th' bottle along an paued t' consider Nate's words "agreed...we've not as much supplies a Ol Posiedon has Ocean" Cat said gesturin wide wit th' bottle even as Tomas had reached t' grab it. "Once th' Dutchie's guns stop soundin..." her face grew concerned a moment but then she considered th' odds a two agin one wit' th' Rakehell an Relentless in sight o' each other. The concern passed an th' grin returned. "Aye.. they'll give em wot for I'm sure" Tomas finally wrestled free the bottle just as she went t' gesture agin. Cat chuckled an pulled her tricorn down a bit agin th' wind as they all settled in to wait out th' fog.

niice..

Pew, mind tha candle..you'll fet the new town ablaze ..*eyes the Taverm* "who' buyin th pintf then?"

wow nice.. been learning knots myself and navigation

tea...needs rum but Im at work..blah

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Plying the same harbor on a ship as navigator/nautical acquisition specialist