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The port was exquisite. It was very balanced with lots of fine nuances. I'm glad you asked. Ten out of ten. Would drink again!

About the wreck, I made it from left overs of a SoG model....

The fort Trekroner, the last one, and Chapus, the other one in the water are from Langton.

Yes, we didn't have Newton, but we had a few of our own. Carl von Linné and Celcius comes to mind and where of that time I think...

Thank you for that information.

I hope it will illuminate more of the readers of this forum than just me.

Mine I'm holding in my avatar picture is right side up with a correcting lens. That is a bit more modern though, at ca 1840. Johan in my stories is active in the 1789-1790 time span.

And for everyone who's wondering about the upside down pictures... Most looking glasses of the time turned the picture upside down due to the construction. I was contemplating if I shold put them in...

Thank you very much Rob.

I can hardly wait for posting the October story line. It was very interesting when I played and had the idea for that storyline.

I'm notoriously slow at finishing these...

Now the second part is finished too.

And as a bonus a picture of what I drank to the game. It’s the rest of an opened bottle of port I had been given as a gift.

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There was one box left of hull and about half crew, but it was close. Very close.

Thank you Neil.

Johan reflected over the happy coincidence that he had happened upon the heavily damaged HMS Sprengtporten. The outcome of the entire war could depend on what happened next. The war was unpopular...

Johan studied the heavily damaged ship. Suddenly a sharp pain hit him. He recognized his own old ship HMS Sprengtporten. He had sailed her to S:t Barthélemy a few years back. Even though she nearly...

Sidney stood on the quarterdeck and studying the coast around him, comparing it to his map. The course between the Russian guns in their fortified positions had been carefully plotted out in his...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkEDEgPYmiQ

The dashing Captain, in his mid twenties, stood on the rail of the bulwark on the Swedish frigate HMS Sprengtporten of 24 guns, one hand holding on to a stay the other shading his eyes, leaning...

Johan Puke was going up the steps to the Royal Palace in Stockholm dressed in his best uniform. The short blue wool coat had a worn silk lining but shining polished golden buttons. He was...