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Captain Marauder Pendance addendum.., The wind that blew or rather ruffled through his fur was chilling. Wily plans had been stealthily crafted made from directives, then passed paw to paw under disguise and secretively. His mind was set, everything happenstance began to fall into place, step by step motive by motive. He had made decision after decision. Now he checked again a call sequence, then burned the image into his quick-witted brain and quickly destroyed the precious coded information. All necessary elements and events had turned up and turned over resulting in the evening's rendezvous. For now he had a place marker in time and had to relay the scenario of moves and traveling to his long time once removed partner. Pendance hove to, standing patiently by at the helm of the mint green-hulled sea rover. He reached into his tunic and pulled from its depths a talisman. Ruby eyes reflected light from the jeweled charm poised about his well-muscled neck. Pendance muttered something rather strange under his breath and his whiskers twitched as he mouthed several phrases of bizarre speech patterns. Something seemed to begin movements. To the unwary and travel weary eyes what was now transpiring would be deemed most impossible. The talisman took on a life all on its own accord. It raised a golden feline head and light shone from ruby eyes. It twitched a long golden tail and leapt from it fastenings from Pendances furred neck. The necklace creature landed gracefully upon the wheel of the sea rover and turned its translucent eyed gaze upon Pendance. Some form of mental communication seemed to be electrically charged in the air and the telepathic elements migrated from the mind of Pendance through to the golden animals spirit. The creature nodded, somehow it acquiesced what had been balanced on delicate brain waves and then disappeared into the ships navigational console. A soft purring voiced the silent moment into reverie. Jarvon seemingly melted into the cockpit having alighted from his sea vessel sometime during or perhaps after the transference of minds. He held onto full underwater exploration gear and also held up a soft black sea eels skin duffel decorated with a red star emblazoned with a silver lightning strike piercing straight through the celestial stars very heart. So even now Jarvon still dives for treasures unknown Pendance mentally tabulated in his ever racing mind. "Welcome to home and hearth, sparring brother", Pendance recited officially. "We are far from the welcome fires of home, although we have warm companions" Jarvon retorted. Mademoiselle shyly understood reference to her presence. "Let us arrive at our destination refreshed and unfettered", Pendance offered. Mademoiselle was truly desirous of a nights rest and decided to retire to her cabins welcome warmth. "We shall divide the watch", Jarvon advised, although his eyes were musingly filled with Silvertone's feline silhouette as she descended the companionway. Slowly descending step by careful step Mademoiselle continued Holding her paws firmly upon the wooden guide rails of the carved companionway woodworks, Her eyes were drawn to the night skylines radiance. Many colors composed the eye pleasing tones and colors of this night's sunset. As she slowly descended into the lower portion of the sea rover where the cabins were housed, her eyes were deprived of the remnants of the marvelous Santara nine sunset.. Mademoiselle reflected mentally tabulating all past occurances, in her distant life, what use was all this constant wondering about her last missions. Safe she remained for this one moment in time. Jarvon was well disciplined in expert strategic defenses. His keen senses, and lightning flash reactions to sinister stalkings of the enemy would astound any first yearling cub. copyright 1977 Sea Sea Writer Movie Studios

My Pirate His dedication, humour, devotion, loyalty, despite grim occurances in life, I lost my father, my ex husband whom is my only daughter's dad, and his brother all in one year, And My pirate, Navy, Chief Petty officers son, has been by my side through all the tempests and storms, When life gets rough as hell on deck He is there at the helm defiantly challenging the tempests thunder bolts. That is my pirate, And Yes he brings flowers, joy, devotion, and rebuilds shattered lives all in one smile, the beard is just part of his life style

Mae West Quotes Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before. She always reminded me of my grandmother What famous line made this lady fab u lous Why don't you come on up and see me sometime -- when I've got nothin' on but the radio. Why don't you come up sometime and see me? I'm home every evening. Come up. I'll tell your fortune. Ah, you can be had. Mae West had quite a way with words and must have had a part of writing some of the movie scenes another of her famous jests When women go wrong, men go right after them.

Good Day Mate http://galleongalsblog.blogspot.com/2008/0...tion-ideas.html Another excerp from required fiction entries for my creative writing English assignments, authors Note of interest, same rules apply all copyrighted and royalties retained and contained in my estate, after the passing of my first husband just last year. copyright 1977 Sea Sea Writer Movie Studios

Adventures of Captain Pendance and Mademoiselle Silvertones passage from my blog Read if you wish, if not Do not read passages Excerpt.... She paused under the old sign, its tempting glow scandalously advertising the unwary traveler to partake of that den of iniquity. The "Fallen Dove" served its wasteful purpose with mocking glee, turning hearts cold with unrequited greed. The denizens of the dark met here for unscrupulous dealings, snagging up gaudy dealings, and stolen gems and trade wares. Somehow she drew her breath in and listened for the recognized signal, at once she tuned in to the background noise, the elements of sound slowly shifting in her hearing range. She must remain cognizant. Then she distinguished something odd and selective, a pace above and beyond the dismal harbor sounds. She perked up intense feline ears. Yes, an octave higher, a tempo slower, on the same frequency, a low hum. Again she channeled her being into listening. The strange sound was now closer, only higher up above her head. She heard the sound again. A flash of motion and now, to the powers of her keen feline secret ears, welcome sounds, but this time the same pattern. copyright 1977 Sea Sea Writer Movie Studios

The brothers Four The keeper of the Eddystone light As A child I heard this song and it is near and dear to my heart and allways will be Eddystone Light Lyrics Yo ho, Here's a tale That's fair and dear to the hearts of those that sail 'Bout a lighthouse keeper and his bare faced wife Who joined together for a different life Yo ho, The winds and water tell the tale My father was the keeper of the Eddystone light He married a mermaid one fine night From this union there came three A porpoise and a porgy and the other one me! Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh, for the life on the rolling sea! Late one night, I was a-trimming of the glim While singing a verse from the evening hymn A voice on the starboard shouted "Ahoy!" And there was my mother, a-sitting on a buoy. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh, for the life on the rolling sea! "Tell me what has become of my children three?" My mother she did asked of me. One was exhibited as a talking fish The other was served on a chafing dish. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh, for the life on the rolling sea! Then the phosphorous flashed in her seaweed hair. I looked again, and me mother wasn't there A voice came echoing out from the night "To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!" Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh, for the life on the rolling sea! Yo ho, Yo ho Yo ho, Yo ho, Yo ho...

Sorry for repeat post, I could not quite get the info from itunes on the music websites The brothers four album with Eddystone light is shown at this link http://www.google.com/musicl?lid=5lIuc_bzw...aid=aJu-LluWhmG

This seemd to be a good source for Sea Shanties http://www.elizabethan-era.org.uk/the-pirate-song.htm

David Jeremiah sings a beautiful renditon of Forty Fathoms Deep #2 on Album ultimate Swashbucklers 10 songs this cd was in a package with Pirates of the Carribean DVD

David Cordingly author of "Under the Black Flag" International Standard Book Number # 0-15-600549-2 gives reference to these books, Robert Ritchie book, "Captain Kidd and the War Against Pirates", Marcus Rediker's "Between the Devil and the Deep BLue Sea" "The Sack of Panama" by Peter Earle, Nickolas Rodger's "The Wooden World" please see Preface and Acknowledgements page "In Under the Black Flag", "The Romance and the Reality of Life Among The Pirates". Author David Cordingly Harcourt Brace and Company publishers

Rouge and Noir Saga of a changeling Second requisitioning blog contain the rest of the roght hewn episodes of Sable Carlisle, Mademoiselle Silvertones, and Captain Pendance adventures. Almond shaped hazel eyes transfixed, Sable Carlisle muses at the reflections in the silver lined bowl. Nearby, lulled into her feline purring by the tranquility of the evening hours those soft rumblings are emitted from the silver touched, ghost gray tabby. Sable's furred friend is now stretched out on the divan. The little feline form of le chat is poised as would be a distance runner, as she languishes her newfound weekend freedom. What's this! What could this all mean? Cloudy unshaped images appear in the silver bowl in front of Sable's very eyes. Just now, in the bottom portion of her pet's bowl, the storm clouds hasten away, swirling into the hazing whirlwind as if from a dream. Soft blue ripples appear manifesting themselves into more concrete shapes. Sable listens for any sounds, but hears only purring and the wind outside her windowpanes. Here there is true evidence of a very masculine silhouette. This creature now appears to be laying on a long stretch of storm ravaged tropical beach. He is evidently unconscious. Soft, dark golden curls swept across his brow. A chill creeps across Sables very feminine softly rounded shoulders. She cannot shake this vision. How this apparition has hounded her so. Now again she responds to the beckoning call in her mollified mind's eye. Her gift tugged at her heart string again. This gift she relished, although many scoffed at her insight, her intuition, her triumps in life's little poker game. Sable in answer had tossed back her head in cherished newfound freedom, and laughed, at all this scorn and mockery. In the vision the apparition of the male creature stirs, slightly, dark golden lashed eyelids flutter as if butterfly wings, the lashes touch lightly upon his sun-touched skin. Island breezes play a lullaby in the backdrop. A male figure stirs slightly as if beckoned by a phantom wind's song. Slowly, ever so slowly the curtains to his soul rise. Silver blue eyes, their vision blurry at first, begin to adjust to the strengthening daylight. The first images to his mind are such as they convey thoughts, thoughts that are bewildered and betraying distrust, and these same eyes survey his surroundings. The beach where he lay reposed contained golden sand, its texture as soft and sensual as golden sugar. His thoughts continue. The necklace, it's whereabouts, the coin the silver coin worn constantly about his neck, all this concern for a small bit of metal. Had it been lost in the shipwreck? What perils had transpired, what of the crew of the daring "Sea Gypsy"? Falling back wearily, Sable slipped back into her chair. Ravens wing colored tresses tumbled down her back in disarray. She arose and absent, or rather no to mention her penitant soul, she simplemindedly flung forth her clenched fist. This action dislodged and practically upset a large etching she had discovered, only Tuesday, in the ruins she had studied so well. Tonight, she would pour over that etching, it held some bizarre symbols she had to research patiently. Her soul longed for the great freedom of the sea breezes and the salt taste upon her coral lips. She reached forth and clasped both her nimble fingered hands upon a three quarter filled bottle of Irish whiskey and thrust the bottle into her woven and leather embellished traveling satchel. A crescent moon and star were stitched ceremoniously upon her leather vagabonds travel bag. Mademoiselle Silvertones, and also Sable Carlisle are characters copyrighted by author. All rights reserved

Dear Kinde Sir Adam; Would you be interested in a pirate reporter to cover stories about a musical group called the Bilge Pumps. They will arrive to serenade all for the Dickens on the strand event , Galveston Texas. I usually attend Dickens of the Strand, if possible. December 6th through December 7th The Bilge Pumps won't be having alligator for Christmas this year as we'll be missing the Louisiana festival this year (Click here for an explanation why) and heading back to the world that Charles Dickens invented and raiding Dickens on the Strand. Details are a bit sketchy as the event's still a long way off, but we'll likely be splitting time between singing at Pier 21 by the tall ship Elissa and hitting various stages in the Strand itself. In the meantime we'll be spreading our oooey-gooey pirate Christmas carols around and generally giving everyone the gift of nausea for the holidays. Bilge Rat http://www.thebilgepumps.com/press.htm this is information on the group for press packages http://www.thebilgepumps.com/ Saw them when they performed On the Elissa, a tall ship for Texas, in Galveston, Texas Galveston historical society http://www.galvestonhistory.org/Texas_Seaport_Museum.asp

http://www.thebilgepumps.com/ Saw them when they performed On the Elissa, a tall ship for Texas, in Galveston, Texas Galveston historical society http://www.galvestonhistory.org/Texas_Seaport_Museum.asp

good watercolor pencils, sharpeners, decent paint brushes. Acrylic sealers for the watecolors pencils since I illustrate with the watercolor pencils on the theater scenery they give me, the wood is in little bits and pieces, but they are unusual shapes.

Chinese lanterns In my dreams my soul finds refuge, to see so many colorful Chinese lanterns attached to the ratlines, somehow seeming to… perhaps, it is the spirits tonight, or no, can it then be, as the lanterns float on a spring's delicate breeze. From the wood deck I raise a delicate tawny brown appendage, complete with high arched feet, as those nut-brown toes pointed skyward, yeah, though now windward. Now, catch the silken breezes, crisp white sails snap in the movement of time's patient caress. Telltales arise as small attentive soldiers on the air of a storm's powerful muses. Time, all things in time, rest, all things can pass, turn, all bows will turn, to the homeland, to our freedom. Abide by the waters as they beckon mythical sea creatures at the wooden vessel's side. An orange brilliant colored satin scarf tied gently in a bow about her slender wrist, remains, Aye, now the remnants wisp on subtle breezes, fluttering from her mistresses' fair limbs. The wind whips up, a devil wind at that, and unties a hastily looped scarf, and so now it has fallen towards the water, and oh careless dreams, to glide again on silver seas. Aye, now witness, unbound as a stallions spirits from his wild heart, her tresses freed at last, she muses in subtle swirling penchant thoughts. Aye, a pose, as to dream, a fair countenance, chestnut tresses silken fair now flutter in the winds. Aye, Tears trace down downy soft skinned cheeks, tears from this kind visage. Ancestors, tell me now, small dreams, again she harkens with these shell like ears. Again the calling, the she creature averts her feline features, or no, her beautiful face. But what could this have become? Ere no, tell me not of such folly! Thy now be seen from cat's eyes. See now? Hail, Hail my crewman, Sail ho, Where Away! There, on the horizon. A vessel. Is she a galleon? A man-o-war? A brigantine? So soon she appears now no more than a stone's throw. What's this, a figurehead on her bow, white froth gleams upon polished rails? Moonlight strikes a bargain with the devil's own crew! A jaded eye, glint on steel, a murmured oath, a parrot's screech Hail, Hail, Sail Ho! Where away, Two points off the star board rail, step aside, El Capitan. Join me now, a mere breathe away! Here ye, hand me the mirror now. Reflected in a blue tone reflection, lights play tricks on the weary traveler's eyes. Could this be only the moonlight's folly on such an enchanted night? Furred ones ears, ears of blue fur, pricked forward to catch every last whisper, emerald green eyes return a gaze, ivory teeth, sharp and wary, a slight grimace smiles back at the curious viewer, the image in the mirror is feline, ah yes, a huntress soul, betrays a beast's soul, all reflected back, this image from the silver backed mirror. Bring forth the cross bow, dare to go a hunting. Treasure, yes treasure, waits for the willing, and the crew's lust for gold lights a dreadful torment. Again the moonlight beckons. Hark me cry! I await thy answer. Drum up the courage, and we'll strike the tune from lyre, and lute. Ye fear in the eve' in time. Strike the hymn. Steady now. copyright 2007

Rouge and Noir take One There exist a number of bottled, uncorked, sweet delectable vintages in an antique cabinet by the passageway. However, the brass key, its whereabouts, whispered to her by the hermit only last Tuesday as they supped besides the softly tumbling waves at the shoreline and dined on hot cinnamon spiked tea and chilled fruit. Gleaming, diminutive pear shaped remnants; vestiges of vin ordinaire portions hastily consumed still shimmer from an arachnid's lace weavings. Shining through the stained glass windows, the sunlight transforms each minute drop to diamond brilliance as the intense bright light diffuses downward into the abode, steeling like a mischievous black cat tiptoeing on velvet padded feline feet. A secret, yes a dark secret dwells in this feline beasts soul. On another night, the moonlight will betray this creatures long lost secret. Where she now pads silently perusing her carefully guarded domain on "all fours", there still exists, there still is retained the beloved gift of feline intuition. Primitive emotions race through the beast's wild unchallenged beast heart. Her cat brain, feverish in it's frenzied activity, painstakingly sorting the details of the encounters, as she silently strides forth, a silent sentinel to the nights partaking. Tonight the moon wanes high above skeletal trees, the jet-black branches outlines stark and foreboding against a scarlet backdrop. For tonight as is want and doomed destiny with her kind, there becomes a transformation, she licks her feline lips in anticipation. Oh for tonight, she quickens her cat steps as she hears an ardent howl from nearby sagebrush. Her eyes follow the shadows. copyright 1977 Sea Sea Writer Movie Studios

I dance from plank to plank across an old wooden pier, beneath My sandaled feet, the ocean's restless waters, reach out to greet me. So soon have I arrived. Spindrift, you are my wooden masted beauty. My eyes drink in this scene of tranquility. Wraithy whispers, Evoke such a feeling of haunting delights in My Soul! Down this Familiar Path, I must travel alone. My memoirs were written down on the parchment that was left to wither. Beaten by times wrath, my mind finds comfort in an old mariners tale. Spindrift, speak again!, the soft evening breeze caresses your sails, Whispers of the wind, Moon, she gazes down upon my tranqual bay. Softly rocking, loyal companion, fisherman's servant, steel hull shrimp boat you are a long tyme friend. So Like sturdy steeds, in a wealthy lord's stables, the small vessel's silver hulls scintillate in lovely moonlights balm. What will the morrow bring? Moonlight, she is beguiling, magically, my jumbled thoughts, she steals away, Thoughts flutter on silver butterfly's wings, riding high on winds towards paradise. Here is this world. My world, Soft sounds, whispers, Here, In my silver paradise, Come my friend, BE FREE! I emplore you, tell me of the perilous dreams you have seen, in your sailboat so blue Tell me are the tales true?, About the telltales of the seaworthy vessel "Seagypsy" Alas, now the wind sighs thru' silver sails, so does the goode Ship, "SeaGypsy" begin her adventures again. Behold!, so tales are told, of this perilous, midnight ride thru' paradize! copyright 1977 Sea Sea Writer Movie Studios

There, on the horizon. A vessel. Is she a galleon? A man-o-war? A brigantine? So soon she appears, no more than a stone’s throw, the devil take Ye What’s this, a figurehead on her bow, upon polished rails white froth gleams ? Moonlight strikes a bargain with the devil’s own miscreants A jaded eye, glint on steel, a murmured oath, a parrot’s scream

Mahalo, So far I have found these article for The Lone Star Rally Galveston, Texas Here is another link. Please, I would be very interested in any vendors, and or upcoming events you can shed light on, Many of my friends are looking forward to the Lone Star Rally event in Galveston. If we can at all spare time from our schedules, we attend. My first mate rebuilds transmissions, yep, He is the bench man. He also owns a classic 68 Chevelle he rebuilt and he rebuilt a 1967 Cougar for me. I have a small vintage and pirate inspired business, I attend college prt-time http://www.texaseagle.com/stations/GLS.htm We live 15 miles from Galveston, Texas. thank you for your consideration www.motorcycle.com/news/hurricane-ike-postpones-lone-star-rally-87483.html article below taken from above link "The rescheduled Lone Star Rally will continue with its planned Pirate theme and will feature a leather and lace ball, live concerts, poker runs, demo rides and a ghost ship tour. The event will also raise funds to support Galveston's recovery efforts. Rally organizers are asking for donations of non-perishable food items, toiletries, clothing and school supplies. Donations can be made at area motorcycle dealerships." "The Lone Star Rally, an AMA National Convention and part of the AMA Premier Touring Series, will now be held Dec. 11-14." http://www.lonestarrally.com/html/rebuild.html http://www.lonestarrally.com/ I really want one of these pirate art inspired thsirts

This is my favorite sailor outfit, this belongs to my dad, The gun is my first mates, if he shoots it, he can reload it. Thank Ye Red Cat Jenny for the compliment. All the colors of the sunset as gift for Ye, Faire Winds

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I tunes library "C'est La vie" Emerson Lake and Palmer then Dark Star Crosby Stills and Nash then Remittance Man by Jimmy buffett Then "One More Time" Lynerd Skynyrd Simple Man Lynerd Skynyrd King Crimson Court of the Crimson king "Sign of the Gypsy Queen", April Wine an excerp from Sign of gypsy Queen, "Take my saddle and tie it on, Western Wind who is fast and strong" C'est La vie my favorite Barometer soup and Beach house on the Moon by Buffet Gary Allen, "Smoke Rings in the Dark"

My avatar is the First building we chose to house My vintage clothing business, that was in Seabrook, Texas. Hurricane Ivan caused so much damage to the Kemah area that I went back to my website and let go of the brick and mortar business, too costly. I even went back to work on my degree that I left suspended and not completed. That is when I began to work extra in the Theater at my college. So much discovery watching the plays from creation to stage. I asked the college proprietors if they would take Pirates of Penzance into consideration, and lo and behold, The College of the Mainland will be presenting "Pirates of Penzance" * July 16, - August 9, 2008 Amazing what can happen whem you drop a message in a bottle! there is some of the playright work in this section http://cgi3.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?View...userid=gudngone Please click this link for "Pirates of Penzance" information http://www.com.edu/campus-life/theatre.cfm

I just purchased two gorgeous dresses from this ebay seller http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewI...em=130265124397 She is wonderful