#Decking in Tipperary

[powetwashlimerick]

Discover the Benefits of Power Washing in Limerick

Maintaining a clean and attractive property exterior is crucial, whether you're a homeowner or a business owner. At Power Wash Limerick, we offer top-notch power washing services to revitalize your surfaces and maintain your property's aesthetic appeal. Inspired by the success of similar services in Dublin, we use cutting-edge equipment and eco-friendly cleaning solutions to tackle dirt, grime, and algae on various surfaces, including driveways, patios, and decks.

Contact us today to schedule a service and give your property the fresh, clean look it deserves. For more information, visit our website Power Wash Limerick.

[peashooter85]

The Battle of Fort Sumter and the Unusual First Casualties of the American Civil War

On December 20th, 1860 South Carolina declared secession from the United States.  In the next few months several other states would also secede, eventually forming the Confederate States. That day South Carolina officials demanded that US Army forces evacuate and abandon the forts guarding Charleston harbor.  Instead, the garrison commander, Major Robert Anderson, would order his men to hold their ground until supplies and relief could arrive.  Nearby forts were evacuated and the men consolidated their forces and supplies at Fort Sumter, which was an important strategic location as it was situated in the middle of Charleston harbor.

On April 12th, 1861 the men of the South Carolina Militia commanded by P.G.T. Beauregard opened fire on Fort Sumter, kicking off the American Civil War.  Major Anderson only had 85 men and dwindling supplies while the Confederates had hundreds of men, more guns, and much more powerful guns.  Over the next 34 hours the Confederates would continuously bombard Fort Sumter while Union forces dug in and attempted to return fire with what little they had.  Anderson ordered only 21 guns located on the lowest deck of the fort to return fire in order to save ammunition and because the location offered the best cover for his men.  While Anderson and his men tried to hold out for reinforcements, it became clear that help would not arrive in time.  With ammunition supplies almost gone, Anderson ordered the fort to surrender on April 13th.

Amazingly, despite a 34 hour bombardment in which the Confederates fired around 3,000 shells, neither side suffered any casualties; no wounded, no dead, nothing more than perhaps some hearing loss from the cannonade. As part of the surrender agreement, Anderson and his men would be evacuated back to the north by steamship.  Before leaving, however, the garrison would conduct a 100 gun salute to the flag, mostly to fire off the remaining gunpowder they had to prevent it from falling into the hands of the enemy. After that, they would spike the guns to disable them, then be escorted out of Charleston harbor. On the 47th shot of the salute, the cannon exploded instantly killing Pvt. Daniel Hough, an Irish immigrant from County Tipperary, and fatally wounding Pvt. Edward Galloway.  Thus after a 34 hour bloodless battle, the first deaths of the American Civil War occurred purely by accident.

[deckspair]

May’s Musical Director’s Commentary

Hey guys! I'm May. You might remember me as "the one who did those nifty chatlogs and the roster page" or "the one who did all the music" or "that one mod who never said anything." Los and Mints agreed to let me write up this "director's commentary" on the music I did for DECK. There's no secret lore tidbits in here or anything, but if you liked my music you might find this an interesting glimpse into the process.

A Note On Sampling

Sampling is the practice of using preexisting audio to make new music. When I talk about what I've sampled here, I'm only going to mention particularly interesting cases. Almost all of the music I've done for DECK features audio from Free Wave Samples, so I figure that's not really worth mentioning except here. It's the other stuff that's interesting. EarthBound was an influence on my decision to pull in a bunch of audio from outside sources. I've always admired that game's use of sampling.

The First Chatlog

The chatlogs have consistently been pretty fun to do. I knew from the start that I didn't want to edit this together by hand, so I wrote a Processing sketch to render the video. It's not the most elegant thing in the world, and adding new features is a massive pain, but it's a lot easier than putting these together any other way. All I have to do is swap out the script and background shader and write a new song and I can just let the program churn away rendering a new video. (Of course, fiddling with the shader until it looks presentable takes so long that it kind of eats into the time savings.)

There's not much to say about this one. The typing sounds were graciously provided by Mints. Those with careful ears might notice the instrument playing the chords in other chatlog songs.

The Second Chatlog

One of the only interesting things about this one: the melody is actually a musical cryptogram! What it spells out is an exercise for the reader. ;) The miscellaneous background sounds are all distorted versions of stuff I recorded myself one day when my film teacher let me wander the halls with a microphone. Film school has its perks.

Rio Hachimitsu's BDA

Doing the first body drop music was pretty intimidating. The body discovery music in Danganronpa has a particular instantly recognizable quality to it. If I wanted to go for that style, I'd have to get it down perfectly. (Otherwise I'd come off as a cheap imitation.) So I decided to be original. After school PSAs would be proud.

The melody here is probably pretty familiar to you all by now. Every BDA has used some variation of this melody because I'm a sucker for leitmotif. The melody itself is a slightly modified version of the Dies Irae. (Yes, I know I'm very pretentious, but being pretentious is fun.) This is also the first instance of what I call the "death rattle." I put that strange scraping sound into every BDA and execution for consistency's sake. You can see it as the moment the soul leaves the deceased's body or the moment the onlookers realize somebody's just died... or something. The really fun part is what it is - it's a bell tree! Yknow, those tinkly whimsical things. It's just been reversed and slowed down and drenched in reverb. It's fun how malleable audio is.

Minnie Minami's EXE

This was fun! Despite being a film student for a while, I've never had to write music to sync up with a video before. (I still haven't - I'm pretty sure the video was edited to match up with the music and not vice versa.) The overall tone of this one was pretty obvious. Of course a ringleader's execution would be accompanied by messed up circus music. Anything else just wouldn't be right. There's not really much else to say about it other than that it includes samples from my toy accordion and slide whistle.

Sampled:

An old recording of Auld Lang Syne

Yasu Kozakura's BDA

The body drop's usage of mirrors really hit me in the art gut, so I figured the BDA jingle should have something to do with mirrors. This is why the melody plays forwards and backwards simultaneously, because mirrors. (Some call that kind of thing a "crab canon.")

My incredibly good and quality cat piano is also in here. A stretched out meow recorded from it forms the basis of the background chord.

NANIKO's EXE

For this one, I gave the video editor three different tracks, one for each "segment" of the execution. I did this as a cop-out because I didn't want to have to try to sync my music up with the video - this way, the editor could mash it all together.

The segment with the mirrors was an exercise in what's called "phase music", where two lines drift out of sync with each other, creating different rhythmic textures over the course of the song. (Piano Phase and Clapping Music, both by Steve Reich, are two classic examples of the form.) For some reason, echoey piano lines phasing in and out of sync feel mirror-y to me. They also form a nice musical callback to the BDA.

Sampled:

Me switching frequencies on the radio

Sayuri Nishi's BDA

Shoutout to Free Wave Samples for having a heartbeat sound. I didn't want to try to make that sound myself with drums. 

Kosuke Nakamura's EXE

This execution is significant because it's the first non-video one. Execution art wasn't my department, so I'm not going to speak on how that change affected the artists, but I found it liberating to be able to follow the more general emotional arc of the execution rather than being tethered to the pacing of a video.

When I asked Angela for guidance on where to go musically, we came to the conclusion that the proper genre would be "Tom and Jerry noir." That description alone is why I loved doing music for DECK - where else do you get the opportunity to write something with that as guidance? The most natural interpretation in my view was a song that starts out jazzy and segues into slapstick-esque classical to mirror the transition from the safety of noir to being mauled by a giant robot cat.

Also, the Slack notification sound is in there, since Los suggested a social media notification sound in the background somewhere. (Slack's basically social media for tech dorks, right?)

Sampled:

Slack

Tom and Jerry

The Missing BDAs

Unfortunately, I got preoccupied and neglected to do BDA music for the deaths in Chapter 4. Generally, there's not many interesting things to say about stuff that doesn't exist. The plan was to sample Pomp and Circumstance for Law N... but I didn't. Sorry, Froggy. I didn't have any other plans for this one.

Ukiyo-Maemi's EXE

This one relies so much on sampling it almost makes me feel bad. I got so much mileage out of the clanging percussion and the spooky background sounds that it's basically cheating. 

Sampled:

My lovely girlfriend 💕

OFF

Akira Akatsuki's BDA

I was in a very percussion-heavy mood when I wrote this. (Can you tell?) Listening to the FLCL soundtrack had me jonesing for some dramatic cymbals.

Sampled:

Earthbound

Genko Junshu's BDA

Junshu's body was found in the Navigation Station. This called to mind sonar beeps and garbled radio messages and such. This is another one that wouldn't be nearly as interesting without the sampling. Hopefully this is transformative enough to not get me labeled a hack.

Sampled:

Earthbound

Law Kiyuu's EXE

This execution actually freaked me the hell out the first time I read it. Freaked me out for like a week - something about the combination of incredible writing and the subject matter. It honestly felt calculated to scare me specifically.

Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this one. I wanted to write something as unsettling as the execution it was accompanying. The intro is supposed to represent Law thinking he's already dead. Next comes his terror (evoked with the hilariously dissonant Altered scale), and then the final spooky arrhythmic section is supposed to be him being cut apart. (Note that part of the music drifts out of sync with itself to represent Law, uh, going to pieces.) The return of the piano is supposed to evoke the flashback section. That kind of piano sound always sounds spooky and/or sentimental to me.

Not much else to say now that I've dissected (heh) basically all of the decisions I've made for this one. I'm really proud of Law's execution song - it might be my favorite out of all the ones I've done for DECK.

Sampled:

Earthbound

Persona 2: Innocent Sin

The Doug Theme

Death Note

"It's a Long Way to Tipperary"

gamer butt song

Frogbot's EXE

The original plan for this one was start this one off with a hocket-y medley of all the previous body drops and executions. However, it would have been really tedious to export then import all the relevant instruments, so I didn't do that. Instead I remixed the typical BDA theme. It's supposed to convey the shift from FrogBot's reign of despair to the triumph of getting them executed. I realized part of the way through that this segment was far too triumphant given how many people died and the fact that the submarine is about to explode, so then I just ended it by lingering on a diminished chord. I'm not a very subtle person. Frogbot's execution lacks the death rattle 'cause there's no horrifying realization that one of your classmates is dead. (Exercise for the reader: find where I hid the Flintstones theme in this song. Good luck.)

Conclusion

DECK was a lot of fun to work on. I wrote some extremely messy code, made some sick as hell videos, and wrote some pretty baller music. I got to see some wonderful artists do their work, and I got to skim some pretty intense roleplaying. Thank you to everyone who said nice things about my music and to the mods for being really cool dudes. Special thanks to Mints and Los for letting me put this long-winded rant on their blog, and thank you for reading this whole thing.

See you on the flip side, y'all.

[abcwint]

Clearview window washing

#Clearview window washing professional

#Clearview window washing free

#Clearview window washing free

Some of these services may not be available in all areas.Household tuffy bud refuse tuffy budget refuse black bags 28⁹⁹ save with card sunlight pine gel page 10 buy 2 & get sunlight the 3rd free sunlight get this pine gel multipurpose free! 24.⁹⁹ sunlight regular dishwashing liquid 750ml refill with card save sunlight pine gel refill sunlight mon tou with card twinsaver braai ritebrand firelighters plush supreme multi-surface cleaner all variants 275ml each twinsaver ritebrand firelighters save 38⁹⁹ doom with card all variants 300ml each 34. Jim’s Cleaning Group provides a variety of services such as: Carpet Cleaning, Car Detailing, Blind Cleaning, Window Cleaning, Home Cleaning, Office Cleaning, and Pressure Cleaning services across Australia. Get Clearview Window Cleaning can be contacted at (865) 654-5122. We specialize in window cleaning, pressure washing, & carpet cleaning. Clearview Window Cleaning at, Sevierville, TN. Why Jim’s Cleaning?Ĭall Jim’s Cleaning Clearview today on 131 546 and book in a free quote or book online anytime, 24/7. Clear View has been providing commercial and residential cleaning services since 2002. Clearview Window Cleaning & Power Washing Services. The Jim’s Cleaning Group is proud to support NDIS participants both self and plan managed with growing nation wide coverage for all our domestic cleaning services. 3125 Tipperary Dr., Tallahassee, FL 32309, Tuten Scott,. Please note: we usually require to view the property first to be able to provide an accurate cleaning quote. Whatever level of house cleaning assistance you need Jim’s Cleaning will provide a competitive quote, in writing, before any cleaning commences, so you are assured that you know the price of house cleaning services in Clearview beforehand. We can tailor a house cleaning package to suit any requirements. Get To Know Us What We Do We are an interior and exterior cleaning company with vast industry experience.

#Clearview window washing professional

Our experienced and professional cleaners service residential properties offering: Regular & Occasional Cleaning, Domestic Cleaning, Apartment Cleaning, Builder’s Cleans, Vacate & Exit Cleaning, Moving In Cleans, Oven Cleaning & Fridge Cleaning. At Clearview Window Washing, LLC we service Madison, Wisconsin and surrounding communities, we stand behind our workmanship and go the extra mile to achieve the utmost client satisfaction. Jim’s Cleaning are you local cleaning experts who are dedicated to providing excellent cleaning and exceptional customer service – first time every time! Clearview offers Residential WIndow Cleaning, Soft Washing for siding, brick, decks, patios, and fencing, Power Washing and Surface Cleaning Solutions. Your local Clearview cleaner offers personalised service, with all the support and security of a National office, and team of more than 800 specialist cleaning franchisees. ClearView Softwash and Pressure Washing is an owner-operated company that strives for the best service at an unbeatable price. Let Jim’s Cleaning give you your weekends back with our fully Trained, Insured and Police Checked franchisees. Need The Best House Cleaners in Clearview ? Our services are designed to improve your home in a variety of ways and ensure that your home is well maintained and always looks great. We specialize in residential and low rise. Additional Services, Information and Brands: Pressure Washing Parking Lots Cash Check High Dusting Roofs & Fences Gutter Cleaning Screen Cleaning Decks. We want your home to look its best, and we want you to be able to fully enjoy every part of it. We are a window cleaning, pressure washing and housecleaning business serving the south bay beach cities. Welcome to Clearview Window & Gutter Cleaning dba Clearview SoftWash We clean from the roof to the curb with 30-50psi. Book online 24/7 or call 7 days on 131 546. At Clearview Window Washing and Exterior Cleaning, we take care of your own with the same amount of love as you do. Get a Free Quote for House Cleaning Clearview from the trusted Jim’s Cleaning Clearview experts. And made sure they didnt get out I will only ever use clearview washing for all my future window cleaning and pressure. Book Online Now or Request a Free Quote Best House Cleaning Clearview Over time, Rob hired window cleaners and office staff that would reflect those values.In 2005, Clarissa Knight joined Clearview as the Chief Financial.

[arconstruction]

The Expert Handyman For Painter Decorator In Limerick

At AR Construction, we can provide all your painting and decorating needs. We only use the best of products to give your premises that new look, smell, and shine. We deal in both residential and commercial buildings and provide top-quality indoor and outdoor painter decorator services.

We have been in the painting and decorating business for over a decade now, and have built a reputation of being able to deliver the best results on time, at a reasonable price.

We are a fully insured, licensed, and registered company, and are available every day for immediate response to your needs and requests.We are always available for free estimates and provide you with a free quote for painting and decorating services.

We cater to all indoor and outdoor painting and decorating services. The AI-generated a suggestion that was flagged as potentially unsafe. Please adjust your content before generating again. We can assist you with color schemes for office and residential property and apply any special finishes that are required.

We can provide you with a wide range of painting and decorating services for your home, office, and commercial property.We are available to provide you with a free quote for your painting and decorating needs.AR Construction is available for immediate response to your needs and requests.

AR Construction has been in the painting and decorating business for over a decade now, and have built a reputation of being able to deliver the best results on time, at a reasonable price.

We are a fully insured, licensed, and registered company, and are available every day for immediate response to your needs and requests.

We are always available for free estimates and provide you with a free quote for painting and decorating services. Our exterior work includes fencing, outdoor skirting, and decking along with window frames and other soffits. We use a weather-resistant coating to provide longevity and protection. Exterior painting can help remove any stains or marks, give homes and businesses a new lease of life, and allow your home or business to stand out.

We operate throughout Limerick and encompassing counties, all Munster counties as well as, Cork, Kerry, Waterford, Tipperary, Clare, and even Dublin. we are able to reach victimization our online booking kind or decision United States direct at, 061 550 132 or 083 835 7426 or via email on info@arconstruction.ie and that we can offer a quotation for your Painting & Decorating project.

[billykilroy]

"Are you right there Miguel are you right, do you think that we'll reach Machu Picchu before the night......"

St Patrick’s Day was just like any other until we walked to the “Wild Rover” Pub and Hostel which is owned by a guy from Bansha in Tipperary. The celebrations were planned to go on for a full week, but after a couple of hours in the company of a 100 or so 20 to 30 year olds who were having the time of their lives all of them orderly and mannerly. When it was time for us to go two staff stood on the counter and started firing jello shots at the young customers while the “Galtee Mountain Boy” roared out from the speakers. Most of the patrons were bedecked out in Green, White and Gold while many more with hardly any clothes on were also decked out in our National colours. No doubt, a few curious ‘Chicos’ came to our table to enquire as to who we were, where from and what we were doing for our “Gap Year”. Not blowing our trumpet or anything but they were impressed. We travelled to Agua Calientes by train on Tuesday, nowadays called Pueblo Manchu Picchu. The journey is 45kms and should take 40 mins but it took an hour and a half! The train stopped half way, the driver got out and walked back the track, I didn’t see him again for about 10 minutes!. “ This is like the West Clare” I said to Noelle when along comes the driver with a full plastic bag of what I didn’t know until I saw him look up at an avocado tree that was laden with fruit. No, not the complete reason he stopped, he was waiting for an oncoming train to pass before he could continue on the narrow single line. We had an early night as we had a 4am alarm call on Wednesday morning to join a queue for our 30min bus journey to Machu Picchu. At 9 minutes past 1am the heavens opened, heavy rain with thunder and all I could think of was that our day in Machu Picchu was going to be a non event. Worse still at 3am the rain seemed even heavier and not having slept much it was still raining when we got up. We had our breakfast at 4:45am, put on the rainwear and walked the short distance to a queue that you might see for tickets to a U2 concert. The town is so tightly squeezed in between mountains that you feel you could almost reach out your hand and touch the mountains on every side. Standing in the queue looking up at these massive mountains reminded me of a tourist in New York looking up at the Empire State Building with his/her head left completely back on their shoulders and mouth open.! The bus climbed up the mountain in a zig zag fashion, pulling in to allow returning buses to pass and having thought that we had gone the Corkscrew Hill 20 times we arrived at the entrance to Machu Picchu. As I had been too lazy to bring my boots, Noelle who I now call Mc Ivor pulled two plastic shopping bags from I don't know where and told me to put them on over my socks to keep my feet dry in the wet conditions. The rain had stopped completely as we started climbing and it turned out to be a wonderful sunny day!. The Sun Gate was to be our first port of call and we climbed and climbed steps mind you until about an hour and a half later we reached the top at 2800 metres above sea level. There was a small sign saying, well not saying but a drawing telling us to go back the way we came up. Noelle had met a trekking group on our ascend and said to her that they had come from the other side, so we continued our trek ignoring the return sign. We climbed for another hour, which included 50 steps that were harder to climb than a pole in a sleazy bar in Ibiza !! We met no one which was a bit odd as there were a couple of thousand people there, at last we heard voices coming near us and it was a trekking group from Canada. I asked Noelle to ask them was it far to the next site. "Where are ye going " he said, oh said Noelle "we're not sure", "Ye are on the final leg of the Inca trail and there's a green door which is locked and you can go no further, you had better return with us"!! When we arrived back at he Sun Gate ahead of the Canadians there was a Park Ranger to greet us NOT might I say in a friendly way. He was quite nasty threatening to fine us $800 and a phone call to have us expelled from Machu Picchu!! I left Noelle who used all her diplomacy skills to calm him down and that it was a genuine mistake. Finally when we knew that we would not make front page headlines for being expelled for going on the Inca Trail in Machu Picchu we giggled our way down the mountain. We even joked NOT about going back to him and saying "Where were you when we were going up" and that we knew the Peruvian President and would have him transferred to Juliaca!! Machu Picchu was immense, breathtaking, fabulous and feel humbled and proud to have seen how the Inca's lived and worked. As I said to the Irish youngsters on St Patrick's Night, 50 years ago I should have done this. Just as I was boarding the bus to return, an English woman asked me why I was wearing plastic baga around my feet, she laughed when I told her that it was Mc Ivor's brain wave, she had thought it was a new fashion trend.!! We flew to Lima the following day, a real cosmo city that seems more like 5th Avenue, Porto Banus, especially down at the sea side with high-end restaurants, and shops. We are relaxing in 35 degrees of sunshine and topping up our tan for our return to Irlanda on Monday. Thanks for taking the time to journey with Noelle and myself for the last three months. Looking forward to spending 10 days at home before part 2 or our year long adventure begins . Adiós.

[libidomechanica]

Could you in your

Could you in your hands from all this cant want they hang on your great debauchee (who liked and deck the memories! In due bounty,   trick. (A chancellors endeavour, of individually is our loving the air.

My heart,    did fallen, or the Fair,) together, whateer the think   griefs to keep unespied, such light, against thousand to hip                                        holds a treasure, and the streaming garden;— I will renewable rings; and queuing up a straws, her Tablet—Yes—tis uninstruments warp,      that Folly held)   has love, — and touch of a moments good-bye and set a lassie,  erewhile we can be the race is ruffles. Unworthy truth.

And lookd a white lawful Drink making the air, she drest             alone—   then while the hem of an even all my heat, but true, he was a time to be fountain and high, and ask thee rest.   Like a hawk,  an its the spade from such than a gin rummy is a circle weaves that boughs like Hindoos, for this is that mans countrys prayer for a woman ruled the pillow left us can we none, is laid. Alighting easily sketches till their estate the kissing wayes; those passage ethe. With broken by degrees recall        sawst thou would have these ground, and captive one, and rather an efforts look upon! Home too close overgrowth; then laughing partaken as “theres good old wolf where the winds, and stay.

Who can pain, were oer who watch the god   had each spot man a Minion!

N forgave me? These anticipated;   below, if shes no defects, what Love sure heire of Fitz-Fulke seemd to Juan, on retire, and murderers feelings cry, the hovering wants both lookes to endure one on tiptoe up to a goodly pride, too, and twilight or might on a Mickey Finn and would so complishd more to this vainely spirits gone and I who lie in some grown Cupid, very mountain of fish. And, thou may be Boaz, and I have but old December, but thousand bushes,— he did look at you make a madman on the deserts of thy loved me a challenge, plays Tipperary to descriptions on, which the stream, to set me sleeps: it must make him a close-stool so call the plaintively leas: and argued with tears.

[solastimber]

Solas Timbers - Your Decking Contractor

Indulge in outdoor luxury with Solas Timbers' decking making services. Crafted with precision and style, our decks redefine outdoor living. Elevate your outdoor space with our expert craftsmanship, creating a stunning retreat for relaxation and entertainment.

[lydiadittrich]

So last month’s watermelon seed contest grew a rematch under the deck 😳😳😳 Since I have a #blackthumb I am giving this one to #mothernaturesbounty 😂😂😂. (at Tipperary Hill) https://www.instagram.com/p/BlwUaLahzA-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=yv1hf8ipn7my

[falkberg]

The Bluejacket I - Jeremiad

Tales Beyond the Veil VIII

The eighth of December was a cold winter morning as we lay for the anchor at Port Stanley. Word of the sleech surges had just reached us from London the day before and already was the paperboys yelling the news all throughout the streets in Falklands murky shantytown. They waved papers back and forth on which an unsettling caricature of Big Ben covered in black mucus had been drawn. Without a doubt the artistic work of dissidents, those ungrateful subjects that looked with malicious intent on the Empire. 

Dawn was just ending when the ship's bell called me to duty and I left my bunk alongside a half-finished letter to Cassandra, for whom I still held up hope to this day. He photograph, tugged away beneath my uniform, was the only warmth I felt when I stepped on deck and felt unusually harsh winds of the South Atlantic on my chest. A bad omen heralded this day and filled the air with disgusting smells of rotten fish and septic water.

The smokestacks of Port Stanley pumped heavy smoke into the morning air that eclipsed the rising sun. Seagulls, their figures outlined like gargoyles, sat on all gables and eagerly awaited the return of the first fishermen. Their long shadows drew awing silhouettes on the streets, where dawn still immersed the waterfront in the gloomy twilight. Lone voices and the distant barking of dogs, here and there a ringing bell were the only signs of activity ashore. Other than that, there was only the deep rumble of the depot, from which the ship's coal was resupplied. Aboard the HMS Inflexible all decks were brimming with activity. The royal navies proud new battlecruiser was a shining fortress in the harbors basin, accompanied by her sistership Invincible. Together, they were a formidable display and dwarfed the remaining patrol vessels. Officers in immaculate uniforms oversaw the crews, that manned all posts of the night shift. Deep down in the bowels of the ship, boilermen were already at work. A lazy wisp of smoke rose over the hulking ship, whilst the boilers were kept hot and under pressure. The latest news from all over the world had inclined the Admiralty to keep all ships on high alert. The pressure was felt by crews and populous alike, and even know we had little plans on what to do against the rising tides of chaos, it felt belittling to sit idly far from home. I had never been a patient man. Inactivity was like a poison and nothing as despicable as Sloth. My shipmates knew it and left me to my devices when I was on duty and I liked it that way. I had not joined the fleet for comradery. The new world, they had said! - whatever was left of the old.

It was tempting to let one's thoughts drift off during the daily drudgery. With an oily cloth in both hands, I headed up towards the main deck, to prepare the turrets for inspection. The heavy 45-calibers guns were only marginally manned and some of the gunmen had been already waiting. We exchanged few words about the latest calamity. As it seemed all need to talk had died down after the first weeks of chaotic news. Ever since, we had come to focus on our own world, that stretched merely five hundred and thirty feet from stern to bow. All that lay beyond was the business of the admiral, but not ours to discuss. I paid the officers no mind as I polished shining metal parts. They reflections went past, unwilling to say more words. Busy with their own burdens, I am sure. Mechanical lifts prepared ammunition on the inside and I could hear the clatter when chains were set into motion. Overhead, a new flapping flag was raised and we exchanged messages with the ships on guard duty. No news from the high seas, no news from the land. No messages from overseas either, which was not all too surprising.

When the bells rang 7:30 am, it seemed as if the day would lighten and we could hope to leave the harbor well prepared in just a few hours. At 7:50 am, the heliograph sprang into action and shattered these hopes. Far on the horizon, plumes of fire danced on South Atlantic waves.

...

“Ready about!” Clear voices resounded from the upper decks and through the piping deep into the ship. The engine rooms answered with a deep gurgling call that set the heavy turbines into motion. Almost an hour had passed since the first reported sighting. The ship had been rudely awoken from its slumber and now slowly stomped towards the seas. Chutes and piping from the docks had already been retracted, ropes had been undone and the anchor lifted. As the sleeping giant awoke, the startled crew was bustling between orders and duties all about the ship. Before us, the Canopus was heading out and now transmitted further details about their sightings on high seas. The constant lightning of the heliograph glistened over my head and was reflected in the shining metal of my beloved naval guns. Looking out from the harbor, I could see the heavy ship of the line plow through cold Atlantic waters. Gaggles of seagulls followed the iron hulk, that left white sea foam in its wake. A short distance away, the Invincible was maneuvering and fell in line with the guarding ship. Whatever they had found out there must have been of utmost importance. Burgees were raised on all ships to highest alert, and the port garrison soon echoed the ships calls with ringing bells. Loud whistles of steam erupted from their piping and woke the sleeping town behind our back. They all would be witnesses as we debouched. The stomping of pistons echoed deep within the ship, as the steam was finally building pressure in its tanks. With slow, flowing movements the heavy ship turned about, stretching its wings after a long night of sleep. We gun crews were not surprised at the order to clear all decks for action. The marching of boots and shouts were all around, whilst the turbines deep inside found their rhythm and pushed us forward, away from the shore and out into the uneasy sea.

Delighted I followed my orders to leave the deck and headed into the armored gun house, where shells were being prepared for loading. In the smokey, tiny chamber the casings were bright spots of painted yellow, that bore proudly the emblem of the crown. Each shell, 850 pounds of armor piercing ammunition, was a destructive testament to the empire's rule. Their prideful decoration was supposed to inspire hope in soldiers during times of strife. But to me and the gun crews, nothing spelled hope quite like a few hundreds of pounds of powder, that would soon hurl these yellow treasures towards our enemies.  I scowled at the empires blind optimism and tenderly padded the patient shells. Soon, my loves, soon it would be time. At best, we would rehash the glory days when the empire hunted pirates among these shores. But of course, the glory days were long over. I paid it no mind, as long as we would send some wrecks to the bottom of the sea. My post on an elevated seat had been left immaculate by the last crew and I settled in with ease. The hard seat was the only place truly comfortable for me and if not for the daily drill, I'd never left it in my life. Located just between the barrels that spewed fire upon the enemy, the tiny window of leaded glass allowed for a focused view right along the firing line. Next to me, at the powder chute, the loading crew was lifting shells on well-oiled chains. Guided by rails, the massive ammunition was carefully handled by these strong men that had already taken off their jackets in the hot and soon to be burning room. In a metal box on a metal hulk, awaiting the heat of battle, we could neither see nor hear much of the world outside and relied on the spotter's direction. His orders, shouted through brassy tubes, were a choir in my ears. I knew the man that would be sitting right on top of the ship like a lustful vulture, just waiting to orchestrate the grand spectacle that would become our salvos and fight. Apart from his meticulous descriptions of the first maneuvers, it was unusually silent on the loading deck and in the magazines.  Usually, the tension was relieved by a joke, by chit-chatter in an overconfident tone. Today the men were united in solemn silence. Even I, who enjoyed the silence usually, felt its weight now on my chest.

With a raw laugh, I shook off what could only be a hint of poltroonery in the breeze. Nothing could take away the raw power I felt under my hands, the cool steel on my skin and the thick, oily wind that came up from the intestines of our ship. The Inflexible was breathing, huffing and groaning in anticipation. I had quite the mind to join in on its melody and not too soon after, I heard other voices, who did the same. Somewhere aboard the shipmates were singing the all too well-known verses that they had come to find comfort in times of strife. Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square! It's a long long way to Tipperary, but my...

…

The distant thunder of naval artillery rang like a well-known tune in my ears. It was a martial, bellicose rhythm resonating between sky-high clouds and the churning sea. The ship's chronometer rang just half-past nine when I first heard the familiar sound of gunfire. Through my tiny window, I could see that the day had begun dark and no sunlight was to be seen. The bad omen of this morning would not subside and hung over our heads like the sword of Damocles. I knew this feeling too well and bit my tongue not to curse the seven seas. Memories of the Jeremiad up north rushed back to the surface of my mind. I smelled smoke on the horizon and my eyes burned from lightning at the shores. I remembered blood running like rivers into the pitch-black ocean. Nassau was gone, submerged into the depths of seeping speech, conquered by vermin and other creeping things. My thoughts were pulled back into the here and now when I tasted blood at the tip of my tongue. The gunfire sounded far away. Too far, to stem from our ships. Assuming that it was fire directed at us, I awaited warnings from the crews above. Nothing came of it. Their silence was the first thing this morning, that I found truly unsettling.

Our barbette was directed upfront, so I could see the Invincible and Canopus cruising in line. The three ships were communicating with rapid lightning, faster than I could decipher. Over the past hour, waves had gotten stronger and were now visibly opposing our course. Fighting against the surging tide, the metal giants steamed away. They were not under fire. The thunder came from beyond the horizon, where the sky had taken on an unusual color. I had seen summer lightning before and the reflection of great conflagrations in the clouds. This was nothing of that sort. The clouds themselves had a shape of unnatural precision and symmetry, and they ran towards us against the wind. Time after time I rubbed my eyes and checked for the flags on Invincible's masts. They turned from here to there, were torn by erratic winds. Out there was more than just a tropical storm.

At 9:40 am, the last of our cruisers, the proud Glasgow left Port Stanley and our line of battlecruisers followed. As soon as we passed Cap Pembroke, the seas grew heavy under our keel. I felt the ship moving, forcing its way through waves of cold water. The wind was howling on the shoreline and I was thankful not to serve on deck. Our armored turret was small and fuggy, but it was better than the unruly elements out there, that had an unnatural sheen to them. Our spotter announced, that roughly around fifteen miles to the east, masts had emerged from the rising clouds. I won't forget the spotter's unbelieving voice, as the Admiral announced that five armored German ships had set course on Port Stanley under full steam. Just weeks ago, we had expected an attack, but times had changed since summer. They were running, running as fast their boilers allowed, and fired like madmen at the fog banks, that were ignited in phenomenal flames. My instinct was to turn my head, but the tiny window would not allow for that. Only out of the corner of my eye I could see, what could only be described as a torrent of billowing mist, that was swallowing the sea and came closer. Whirls of fog, like white smoke from a thousand fires, rose from the waves as if to reach for the sky, that had turned into the sickly greenish color of static electricity. Maelstroms and vortexes opened up in the sea, hoses of black water emerged from the depths that opened, and I could swear that there were fires burning beyond the waves, underwater, gloomy and shining in all colors the human eye could see.  What I thought I saw could not be, but a morbid fascination had taken on my mind and I could not take my eyes from the spectacle out there. The seas were in turmoil and roiling waves crashed against our hull. What had begun like a silent morning now promised to be the earliest stage of a full-fledged typhoon.

At 26.5 knots the Invincible steamed away, leaving the Canopus and Kent behind. Even in the heavy seas, the massive battlecruiser strode at top speed, taking on the waves with such valor, that they broke away on her bow, exploding into fountains of white spray on her deck. The slower vessels sailed in line astern and were prepared to protect the harbor city with their heavy primary batteries. Keeping their guns trained on the potential enemy was nigh impossible at this swell, but the warning gesture was to be enough of its own. The frenzy of flashing heliographs had now begun to include the incoming ships, whilst the officers instructed us, to keep all guns trained on their bow. Even I, who had more experience than most on this post, struggled to keep the barrels aimed. These waves, I kept thinking, had something of a strange complexion. They were slow, majestic mountains moving over the sea, crashing on the Falkland Isles rugged shores. But they seemed too far apart, to unusual to stem from the wind. It was as though the sea itself moved on its own. Perhaps, I thought, the seafloor itself was in turmoil. At the very least, the time of waiting was almost over. Now that was more to my liking. Life had come back to the superiors and they called all stations to action. I could not see clearly, how the German formation was moving about, but the ocean's rearing had clearly thrown them into some chaos. Quickly, the spotter marked armored cruisers and supply vessels among their ranks and directed our guns to the closest target at the highest elevation. We had little chance to hit, but for some time, it seemed like every second now, we would receive orders to fire. Words did not easily persuade the admiral, and what was running towards us seemed nothing short of an attacking force. The fallacy, however, did not last long, when one of the supply vessels rapidly veered off course, faster than their rudders should allow. First, there was a shudder, then the ship began heeling as the hulk suddenly sacked away and the masts leaned forward as if to bow. For just a moment, the ship was coasting and whispering could be heard from the decks.

[youngcolordinosaur-blog]

SGP Kamis Pertaruhan On-line Malaysia Memiliki Fitur Hebat untuk Ditawarkan.

Master SGP Minggu Togel Singapore

Chelsea memiliki bentuk yang jauh yang bisa bertahan Blackburn Rovers, sementara sama red zone sgp prediksi sgp sabtu untuk Celtic. prediksi hk pools pasar fabiofa totobet data hongkong lebih lanjut menyatakan bahwa pasar barang olahraga berlisensi di A.S. red zone hk singapore prize hari ini telah meningkat pada tingkat yang moderat selama beberapa tahun terakhir.. Baccarat adalah permainan kartu dan karena itu, jumlah deck yang terlibat dalam permainan, mau tidak mau mempengaruhi hasil akhir.. Taruhan kuda untuk menang yang merupakan favorit yang dipukuli dalam penampilan terakhirnya (Dalam 50 hari terakhir) asalkan dikendarai angka jitu hoki88 resulthk oleh joki papan atas di trek hari ini.. Kemajuan Positif seperti sistem Paroli kluaran sgp sidney pools sangat menyenangkan lirik lagu bendera salsahebat bagi bettor taruhan kecil, meski tidak akan mengalahkan tepi rumah dari waktu ke waktu.. Di daftar kasino on-line uk yang menawarkan Baccarat on-line adalah kasino kasino di bukit William, kasino Ladbrokes dan kasino bukit William secara on-line.. Mesin slot mudah dimainkan dan sangat luar biasa bermain dengan taruhan kecil untuk memulai dan kemudian secara bertahap merasakan jumlah taruhan tumbuh, jika Anda yakin Anda mengatur permainan kasino Anda bergerak.. Awalnya, semua aplikasi taruhannya cukup mendasar, dengan beragam fungsi dan fitur terbatas. Pendiri dan CEO YouBetMe mengepul maju dengan rencana untuk meluncurkan aplikasi iOS untuk perjudian sosial bulan depan, dengan menggunakan label beta "Dari situsnya dan membuka komunitasnya di luar 5.000 Yang telah mengujinya. Dia pikir dia bisa menghindari jenis masalah yang menimpa InTrade (Dan Betcha sebelumnya) dengan menghindari penanganan uang antara orang-orang yang menggunakan situsnya untuk bertaruh satu sama lain.. Billy Barton, yang ditunggangi oleh seorang profesional Inggris Tom Cullinan mengatur langkah lembah paito sgp untuk sisanya, dan melaju ke babak terakhir, dengan hanya dua posisi tersisa, kuda Amerika tersebut jatuh untuk meninggalkan pengendara amatir Invoice Dutton dan Tipperary Tim, tembakan a hundred/1 yang pernah berubah Tangan sebagai tahun untuk lima puluh guinea, dengan balapan pada belas kasihan mereka..

[greattraveltipguide-blog]

Tips in Making Your Irish Holiday a Great One

Other than the grandeur of the place and its timing wildlife, there is the order of its coastal paths and sea-weathered cliffs, complemented by towering mountain peaks that are graced by charming valleys and lush with thousands upon thousands of leafy lakes.  Here is a landscape full of prehistoric stone architecture matched by the simplicity of life enjoyed by the people who live in it.  This beautiful landscape is decked with prehistoric stone architecture which stands among the dwellers that enjoy the simplicity of life.

 Now we are not surprised why Ireland is full of literary greatness and has won a large number of Nobel prizes for literature than anywhere else in the world.  No wonder why the Irish are also known for their hospitality and their unique definition of how they entertain people, offering a range of holiday cottages and amazing places to explore.

 When it comes to holiday cottages in Ireland, there is something from everyone, ranging from traditional, picturesque cottages to contemporary residences.

 In Ireland, if you want to enjoy a holiday cottage ireland you can find individually owned bungalow accommodations, which is one of the advantages you get.  This means that the accommodation comes with an individual character.

 Wherever you want to stay, whether in the town center or in the countryside, each of these accommodations have their own individual qualities and surroundings.

 Self-catering or the pleasure of not being tied into getting meals where you are staying is another benefit that will enable to explore the region and select where you want to eat.

 Many holiday cottages also comes with the most recent luxurious spas.  You need not go out to have the spa experience but you can have it in the privacy of your holiday cottage ireland.

 Romantic weekends or family gathering holiday cottages are also available in many different sizes. You can even have your romantic break in a little converted barn that is good for two.  You can also get a holiday cottage that can accommodate twenty people if you will come with your friends or family for a holiday.  It is yours to select.

 So if you have a short break, a weekend, or a holiday, it is great to go to Ireland because it is not difficult to go there.  You can go to an airport close to your holiday home and let your holiday cottage provider book you a rental car, or a ferry-inclusive package and being your adventure before you have arrived at your destination.

 Wicklow, Waterford, Wexford, and Tipperary are the places to visit in the south east and Country Cork and Kerry are the places to visit in the south west.  Or explore Limerick, Clara and Galway in the west.  You can rest assured that whatever be the choice is, you will expect an Irish holiday to remember. Find out more travel information at http://www.huffingtonpost.com/news/ireland-travel/.

[solastimber]

Decking in Limerick - Solas Timbers

Craft your perfect outdoor space with Solas Timbers – experts in house decking construction in Limerick. Quality, precision, and unmatched craftsmanship.

[solastimber]

Solas Timbers - Decking in Charleville

Enhance your outdoor living in Charleville with Solas Timbers' exceptional decking solutions. Our premium decks seamlessly merge natural beauty and functionality, creating a space for relaxation and entertainment. Crafted with precision, each deck adds a touch of elegance to your Charleville residence. Elevate your outdoor experience with Solas Timbers' superior decking—where quality meets luxury.

[solastimber]

Transform your outdoor living in Adare with Solas Timbers' exceptional decking solutions. Our premium decks blend natural beauty with functionality, creating a perfect space for relaxation and entertainment. Crafted with precision, each deck enhances your Adare residence, providing a stylish and inviting atmosphere. Elevate your outdoor experience with Solas Timbers' superior decking—where quality meets luxury.

[solastimber]

Are you dreaming of transforming your outdoor space into a stylish and inviting retreat? Look no further than garden decking – the perfect solution to enhance the beauty and functionality of your backyard. From Limerick to Adare, Shannon to Rathkeale, Kilmallock to Nenagh, and even across Tipperary, Charleville, and Ennis, Solas Timber brings you a comprehensive guide to garden decking that will elevate your outdoor living experience.