Late summer 1805, the sun is burning inexorably from above, the wind is completely asleep, the sea is smooth as glass. The dispatches have already been exchanged. The master of the small cutter has just returned to his tiny vessel. Behind it there is towering the enormously massiv silhouette of the huge black and ocher striped three decker. Through the open gunports the lashed up guns can be seen. Also the officers' cabins ports are wide opened by the order of the Captain's to ensure an optimal
Keep teasing me Dirk, keep teasing me ;-)
And now we come to the topics, that the dafi most enjoys!
If someone gets pissed by this sh*tty topic - no worry, that is life ;-)
First the press gang was send out.
Then I realised, that a quarter drop of superglue can replace some tweezers ...
... and as usual, there was some serious cutting, bending and reassembling of limbs and wings ...
... and out came some characters that were a highest delight to create - including some ba