YES. it’s a great trick to give you a nice, wavy curl instead of a plain old corkscrew barrel curl.
you take your lock of hair (the thicker the section, the looser the curl will be), and twist it into a rope, holding it at the bottom if you have to.
twist your little hair rope TOWARD your face, but roll it onto the curling iron AWAY from your face.
it’ll feel awkward the first few attempts, but you’ll figure it out. good luck, bb.
"slow match" - hempen rope used in the touch hole of a cannon, soaked in a solution of sodium nitrate, made to burn slowly and evenly before igniting the powder.
"french leave" - Leave of absence without permission or without announcing one’s departure.
In addition to gaining the Sight and having been trained by swordsmen and spies, by the short end of his seventeenth year Haytham Kenway had developed a thirst for trinkets that would choke a magpie. To serve that need Haytham had over the preceding years, privately and with great pride, become a rather accomplished thief.
In his eighth year he’d stolen a ribbon from his sister’s room. Jenny had received it from his mother and wore it only once before it had disappeared into her growing collection of incentive baubles. It had truly been his mother’s taste, a velveteen attempt at kindness. Young Haytham had decided Jenny would not miss it, and much later, his hair grown long, he’d worn the ribbon himself without shame or too much misplaced sentimentality.
So, of course, they’d been taught the exclusion of Earth from anything but historical reference. But, of course, a whole world hadn’t ended, forever still-framed, just because a few people had flown far enough to be able to look away from it. She was ten pounds of angry in a five pound sack, standing there on a perfectly obvious lie. A lie that, to Zip, smelled like rain.