matrixmode, Aye That be a grand task ye be settin' fer yourself, mate. Ye be realizin' that a fortnight be yon to fourteen settin's of the sun, by the skull and bones. Aye but be'n' a Brycer and all ye'll pull it off! We be a sorry lot but we gots us the fortitude in that saltwater what runs in arr veins. Surely if not some scurvey dog would'a run us through by now. By the Ghost of Long John Silver, Ye be welcome fer sure. There be plenty of grog in the stores and the sails be catchin' a full wind. Renderin'! so be it! Post you best and don't take any blather about it. It's a helpful lot this crew be! Don't be lettin' no barnicle washer put eights over your eyes, - TJ