Red Cat Jenny

Niice..I'm liking The Chapman... Count on you and GOF for the goods.

Nice job, I like the powder horn..where did you get it?

I've been to City Island..is it still there? As for the scents of sailing ships and salt air..growing up on the water it's in your blood. I love those smells

Cat rushed the hatch almost tripping on it's edge in her haste. She yelled to Nate as she took the ladder in twos landing with a resounding thump drawing her own pistol as she landed. Cat let loose an exclamation as the fould smell hit her like the back of a hand. Oi!

Nah..we've just been busy. Well get there oi

Jenny had followed Miss O'Treasaigh back down into the darkness of the hold, even as the sun began to warm the shrouds above it. Maeve wore what meager lendings The Lucy's Steward had to offer until she would be able to return to her own belongings. She paid no mind, as she examined dressings and made adjustments discovering some unseen wounds now that haste and chaos had left only its debris in the form of broken bones and damaged flesh. Jenny followed Maeve offering assistance where she could. The closeness below decks and the sight of those injured now seen with fresh eyes presented a gruesome reality which adrenaline, fatigue and urgency had blurred into only vague memory hours before. Blood seemed to linger in the air..mingled with groans and illness and her head began to swim. She placed a damp palm to her brow and closed her eyes a moment. Seeing the distress on the less experienced womans face and having most in hand, the churgeon bade Jenny up the ladder to see to the Captain and Ships Master. Thankfull for release, Jenny glanced towards the ward of Mister Marsh. No smells of food came from the galley stove which burned low smoking as a few embers spent their existence. Only water for the treatment of wounds and black coffee had seen the grate in the past hours. Jenny grasped the familiar worn spots between the rungs with one hand and held her side with the other as she ascended the ladder. She felt no warmth nor moisture through the thin linen, checking for the first sign of infection. The docteur had removed the only large splinter imbedded and treated the laceration with a salve. She ascended into the ward room and relief. A cool dampness which had lingered from the open shuters brought a calm to her skin. Relieved to escape the spectre below, Miss Ashcombe set her attention about the quarters to bring the room to rights before those officers and the Captain or perhaps Captains, returned.

ooooo shiny! Wait till I get paid...

http://www.sailtraining.org/documents/ASTAFlyer.pdf?PHPSESSID=d419658c63c1956ba44704831e1b5cce

LOL

Found it! http://www.historicalmaritimecombat.com/

LOL oops...um yeah thats what I meant

ooooh Sam Adams Winter Lager...ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I last had some black Seal and a very wonderful evening.

Hell yes! There is a school and I can't remember the name. I'll try to find it. They teach 18th century fighting and weaponry and also have boarding classes. I have wanted to do that so bad. But it's on the Right coast I believe in CA. Why is everything in CA? I'll post ot when I find the link Im off to work shortly.

Teehee...could get a fair distance with one of them little ships couldn't ya?

I hope I still have unpaid bils when it happens take that!

Awesome. Lady Brower is on Etsy too and Brig. Gah Im addicted!

My late uncle who was long the senior editor of TIME magazine would always say, if they dropped the bomb he wished to have a hat with a big red target on it and have them drop it straight away. Everyone in my family is silly

Aye welcome aboard Brennan the Fearless! Ye have that pirate look about ye! No hiding it. Come aboard anytime theres always some of us about. Feel better and God bless lad. Red Cat Jenny

Chocolate cinnarum coffee???? * Faint! *

LOL....ow

Nicely done. I have always been a fan of the finely written and printed hand of past periods. I have tried some myself. When I get good enough I shall buy some of that Amalfi hand made parchment at $10 a sheet ..siigh

Whoo Tracy ...Flag goddess!!!

As an ex Trade show worker and someone who loooves those long beach walks..I agree William...are ye jellin?

Happy HALLOWEEN!

sends William and Tracy a little bit of sea in a box (the box may be soggy) Sigh...beautiful pics