Richard shrugged and headed back into port, finding the cannon brushes easily.  "Property of the HMS... something or other"  was printed on each one in white paint on the dark wood.  (The "something or other" part had been scratched out by whoever had them before.)  The fact that they had been stolen from a British ship amused him a bit, and he swung them over his shoulder.  Twenty minutes later, he had a two wheel cart carrying four barrels of limes that he'd also bought.  Two local boys pulled the staves of the cart, and he pushed from the rear, having dropped his brushes in with the barrels.  He promised the lads a silver each for helping, of which he gave them one already and left another silver with the merchant he'd bought the limes from for the boys when the cart was returned.  He was nearly back to the boat when he saw an apothecary shop, and he bought some different medicinal items there, along with several yards of clean white cotton fabric for bandages and a variety of sharp knives for extracting musket balls or draining wounds.  He grimaced at the bonesaw he found, but better to have it than not.<br/><br/>Once at the ship, he rolled the barrels up the ramp one at a time, then brought on board the brushes and the medical supplies.  He called out to Elain, "Helloooo!  Your brushes are down here!"  Then, he brought the barrels down to the galley, looking for Thomas...  "Limes!  Where do you want them?"  But... Thomas wasn't there...