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23 July 2011 @ 10:02 pm

The red line represents the path taken by Charlotte and Pascal from Queen's Square to Bristol Cathedral. The blue line represents the addition of Mr. Gibb's to their exploits at the return from the Cathedral to the Llandoger Trow on King Street.

20 July 2011 @ 10:37 pm

As long as I fall, I don't hit the ground...

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17 July 2011 @ 12:42 am

Chapters 4-5 Available at Fanfiction.net

Bloody noses, family goats, bad investments and Lord Thomas loses his title.

26 June 2011 @ 01:38 am


JUNE 1748


Edward Lloyd’s Coffee House served only the finest coffees and, even though she preferred red wines and good brandies, Charlotte ordered a coffee for the sake of appearances. Eighteenth-century social norms excluded women from the business negotiations taking place in the coffee house much like any other venue where games of chance transpired, thus, like the gambling parlors she also frequented, Charlotte relied on her valet to transcend the bounds of propriety.

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22 June 2011 @ 12:37 am

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Robert Dodd, "The London Pool" (c 1746)
Note: The painting is showing the Upper Pool. The Tower of London is the large building with the four turreted towers in the distance. The events that take place in the first part of this chapter take place in the left hand portion of the painting.

Robert Dodd, East India Company Docks (c.1748)
The illustration depicts the East India Co. docks situated beyond the Tower Gate. The artist does not identify the subject as the Howland Docks, but the East India Co. flag and dry docked ship is suggestive.
20 June 2011 @ 01:04 am
An unlikely hero, a missing leg and the devil in the details...


“I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.” –Sir Isaac Newton

19 June 2011 @ 01:46 pm
I have decided to dip my toes back into the stagnate waters of my imagination. However, I am doing so with moderation otherwise I won't get a damn thing accomplished in the real world and be forced to cower behind the shining brilliance of my internet persona until I lose all touch with reality and start referring to myself in the third person and hearing voices.

I've decided to write about pirates for a while, so I'll share a recent introduction I posted on a Fanfic.net forum:

I've had the same online moniker for over a decade--it's me. If you know me from that other place, well, you know me and I don't regret anything I did and you deserved to be banned. In the real world, I specialize in historical matters related to medicine, epidemiology and quite broadly dead people. I have the "Dr." title in front of my name, but not in the helpful capacity--I'm a PhD. If you end up on my desk, you've probably been dead for quite some time from something terrible like diphtheria or a secondary postoperative infection. I have a frightful command of historical information that no one really cares to hear about. I consider higher education a performance art and the students who have endured my classes have either had a good laugh with me or had their faith in humanity and its promise of happy endings shaken to core (according to ratemyprofessor.com the later group is more vocal about their experience). For the record, yes.

Captain Hector Barbossa in all his feathered glory; Pintel and Ragetti together, related and straight; the unknown side of the Brethren Court; semicolons; Captain Teague; well written OCs; brilliantly interwoven historical accuracies down the date and street name; scientific/technical/medical history mixed in for good measure; Greek wine and Texas vodka; tall ships; drag queens; old school cruises; canon quality back stories; walking around Grand Turk like I'm the bloody governor; putting my ear to the ground to hear the Western Front; characters who are neither Anglo nor Saxon; stumbling drunk through London at least once a year; angsty miserable Severus Snape; throwing rocks at the ocean; dark humor; hurricanes; listening to myself speak; House MD without the fluff; complicated plots; black tie affairs whilst going through the Mona Passage off the coast of Puerto Rico and rough seas in general.

Dislikes: Poorly written extended universe trade fiction of the Disney variety that includes a "teenaged" anybody; weak female characters, e.g., Penelope Cruz; people who write slash, yet have no gay friends and have never been to a Pride celebration; most everything written from the second person point of view; anachronistic language; textspeak; semicolons; and time travel in general and particular.

Bad Habits: I drink, swear and have something of an over inflated ego that veers rather dangerously toward a god-complex.


Current Mood: Pirate
Current Music: "Hit'em Up Style" Carolina Chocolate Drops