iPirate

Pirates 2: Stagnati's Revenge

there were a number of very frightening weapons displayed in that movie

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what?

arrrg!! I'm not the newest newbie anymore.. heheeh.. welcome!!

Tiberius was entirely unsure of how long he spent inside that place. He'd heard of brothels prior to this and had some vague notion as to their purpose, but he'd never imagined what he'd experience there.

Molly told him he was sweet but he certainly was NOT in love with her, despite his assurances otherwise. She insisted that the next time he visited, he spend time with one of the other ladies. It was quite allright, she would not be jealous at all, and then he'd have a better understanding.

It was raining when he left. He had no idea when it started. He figured some rum would do him good about now, so he wandered off in search of a public house. He had more gold left from what the Captain gave him than he thought he would. Molly had been satisfied with just one of the coins and he had... one... two... th... more than two, remaining in the bag.

He also had a handful of his own shillings to spend.

And this is when he learned a fast and harsh lesson about how folks behave in a town like Port Royal.

"Pssst... Pssst... hey, boy, you there".

The voice came from a darkened alley as Tiberius examined the contents of his purse.

You see, in Virginia, he'd never had a purse so never had to worry about anyone trying to take it. And there were strict rules on board their ship. The Lads didn't steel from one another. You'd be aquanted with the Captain's Daughter if you even thought about it.

(note: I assume this lot would know this but just in case, the "captains daughter" was another name for the cat o' nine tails)

Tiberius wandered closer to see who called him.

" 'ere... give us hand, Lad".

Tiberius peered into the alley.

"A hand with what?"

"This"!

Fast hands darted out pulled him into the alley and he saw the flash of a knife.

Now, Tiberius was uneducated. He didn't know numbers nor letters nor even how a wheel could dictate what direction a ship sailed. But he was far from stupid or unclever. He understood the situation at once. He'd spilled blood to get the money he had and he'd spill blood to keep it.

He didn't want to draw undue attention with the crack of gunpowder so he put his new sword to good use. The theives had thought him slow, standing in the middle of the street and trying to count his money, but they soon found that he was much faster than them.

The blade handled well. It slid into flesh smoothly and withdrew without sticking. If the two men in the alley managed to get to a doctor quickly, they might live. Tiberius cocked his head sideways as that thought crossed his mind and he pierced both men once again through each leg. He smiled to himself, wiped his blade clean and resheathed it. Then his stomach growled so loudly it startled him. He'd start chewing on his own sheath if he didn't get some food soon.

"Right, tell me where a good public house is and I'll send some help for you. No? Suite yourself, I'm sure if you crawl out of the alley, someone will pick you up. Folks around here seem good that way".

Tiberius walked off down the lane, whistling to himself.

*giggles*

That's great, as Hal Roach used to say, "write that one down".

My grandparents on both sides were from Ireland. My Father's family was from Cork and my Mom's family was from Mayo.

Well, lets see if this works.......

Ok, can't seem to post a picture from "my pictures" here. Only thing I think I can do is is post the link to my site.

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OH MY GOD

That is awesome. I want one.

Sweet! I can do anything you want with them then. You pick. They both should be doable. Even if I have to make a special cutlass blade to fit.

*nods nods*

thanks for all the imput. I think I'll stick with my rapier for now, until I have a few extra copper to spend on a new blade.

Search on google for free font packs. There are tons out there.

yep, i got it

I use fonts that are in microsoft office products. I choose them because I believe there are many people who have that software. Then to use it you simply replace the font name from the font list here by typing the name of the one you want to use.

McDonough, becomes McDonough, which in turn becomes McDonough. (Read the script that shows when you view the quote ...that should explain it.)

The draw back is that if someone does not have the font you have chosen loaded on their machine they don't see a default font rather than what you specify. I see what looks like Times New Roman rather than Papyrus that I specified. (I still have to reload office again ...since the crash)

I see, so I just put the name of the font I want, taken from my computer's list of fonts, instead of relying on what the message board shows me.

Thanks

Tiberius climbed up on deck and blinked his eyes in the blinding sunlight. Virginia had it's share of sunshine and even humidity but nothing like these waters. Some of the mates complained the heat but it felt wonderful to him.

And the sun! The glorius sun! There was something about it's raw power here that invigorated him. Other's wilted in the heat but Tiberius stood proud, drinking in the sunlight like it was rum. He lightly fingered the hilt of his new sword. He'd earned it in their last battle, along with a beautifully made flintlock. He'd single-handedly saved the Captain and turned the tide of the battle. He'd been rewarded with the best blade and pistol they'd captured from the merchant ship. The Captain said it was like a small sword but stouter. Like a hanger with a straight blade. The hilt was a masterpiece. Not a cup like a cutlass but fine bars of shining brass. Not a cage like a rapier either. Two loops of brass formed a guard at the base of the blade and a single bar curved down to protect the fingers. It's balance was superb. Tiberius had never seen a thing like it, and now it was his.

"Ho, Lad," cried the Captain, "come have a look here".

He handed the boy a spyglass and pointed off the starboard bow. Tiberius looked and saw an island. He could tell it was very large even though it was small in his view. It was get larger as they got closer.

" 'Tis very green, Sir".

"Aye, very green it is, wait until we get closer, Lad".

As they sailed closer to Jamaica, Tiberius felt his jaw go slack. Never had he seen anything like it.

"Sir, if we land there, surely our feet will burn to ash".

"Eh, what nonsense is this, Lad"?

"Oh, Sir, surely this is the Garden of Eden. I don't believe we'll be allowed there".

The Captain laughed and clapped him on the back.

When they finally made land, Tiberius still half expected his feet to burst into flames. This was paradise! The Captain led their small party into Port Royal.

"Ha! Here we are boys! Go spend your gold on women and rum. Spend it all! Haaarrr! There's plenty more for us to find at sea. Ho Lad! I know exactly what you be needing. Something else ye've never seen or had, I'm sure. See that house there, with the red light in the window. Haarr... here Lad, you've earned this. Take this gold, go there and ask for Molly. You'll be a true man by tomorrow"!

The Captain laughed and clapped him on the back once more, shoving him off in the direction of the establisment he had pointed out.

Name: Tiberius

Age: 17

Tiberius was born in the area that was rapidly becoming known as Alexandria in the Colony of Virginia. Of course, he had a last name but he didn't remember it. His father was the last kindly man that Tiberius remembered knowing. His father always told him that he was named for some ancient Roman king. He used some other fancy word Tiberius couldn't remember but he said it meant "king". He told Tiberius that he was destined for great things. Then the tavern that Father owned had burned to the ground and Father and Mother had vanished along with the entire building.

Tiberius managed to live on his own for a whole year before he was caught pilffering food from a window sill. He was lucky in a way, that instead of being thrown in jail, he was taken in as a servant. Even if his master had the warmth of an ogre, it was better than starving.

Tiberius was eventually sold to a merchant ship. Not only was he ill used by the crew but they cast glances that made him uncomfortable and often whispered to each other behind his back. He began to fear that they planned something dastardly for him.

It was the hallmark of his life that he was rescued from one situation only to be thrown into another even more perilous.

His ship was overtaken by pirates. A simple choice he was given. Join their crew or die.

It didn't take long to make his decision.

The pirates were nothing like what he thought they'd be. During the brief battle with the merchant ship he'd swear they all had horns and brimstone flashing from their eyes. But he soon learned that they were just men. Their humor was crude and they were brutish but once he was a member of the crew they showed him no ill will. He wasn't an equal yet, but he had sure risen high over his former station. He was a free man now, so they told him. Master of his own destiny.

When they came upon their next ship and he learned he was expected to fight, he nearly soiled himself.

The Captain admonished him.

"Get 'hold of yerself, Lad. These be the same sort of swine who've abused you your whole life. Time to pay them back, Lad. Show them you're a free man. Master your destiny"!

With that he thrust a cutlass into Tiberius' hand and clapped him on the back.

Tiberius could've sworn he had horns on his head and brimstone flashing from his eyes. He fought like the devil. Seeing fat merchants fall before his blade was like... like... well, he didn't have the words for it. He was Tiberius, the King of Rome and his enemy fled before him and begged him for mercy.

He showed them none. That's what the black flag with the skull meant. They'd dared to resist and tried to fight so no quarter was given.

Life at sea was hard, to be sure, but he was free. He called no man "Master". Not even the Captain claimed that title.

He was free... and destined for great things.

I've had passing thoughts of having my rapier shortened to more of small sword size but... it's such a beautiful thing now that I'm loathe to do anything to it. It's the "classical" rapier from Windlass which I believe is no longer produced or sold. At least Museum Replicas doesn't carry it anymore.

I'm in, working on my bio right now

DUDE!!! YOU SUCK!!!!! How did you land that job? anyone who has not made that visit and is near DC definitely needs to add that one to the list. I was working and my "target" decided that it would be an interesting side trip before we returned home one afternoon. Cool stuff!

hehe... I've been working security for years and I saw an ad in the Washington Post about the museum having a job fair. I went down and applied and they hired me ^^

It is, bar none, the coolest job I have ever had. Doesn't pay much but lots of fun.

hey mate, pack up and head to hampton june 5-7 for the hampton blackbeard festival. then come track us down, it wont be hard- dutch

Arrr! I'd love to, Mate, but it depends on my work schedule. I'm working 7 days a week now to keep the mortgage hounds at bay.

At least my weekend job is almost as fun as being a pirate P-}

I work at the International Spy Museum in D.C.

Not only are you attractive, but you are smart and creative too.

(chuckle) Oh Piffle....

That's not being amazing, that is just being CELT!

the Lass speaks truth

and thank'ee for the lyrics, Love P-}

I'm looking for a crew that opperates out of Northern Virginia (Alexandria, Arlington). My options for travel are currently limited so I'm trying to find something close to home.

Failing that...

I'm wondering if there's any crewes that opperate strictly online? I suppose the Pub could considered such a crew but I wonder if there are others?

I see a lot of people here using fonts in their signatures that I just don't seem to have access to. It's deffinately text, (not a picture), but when I edit my sig, those fonts just are not in my list.

any ideas?

I know rapiers were a bit long for using on a ship, I gather they'd easily get tangled in the lines and rigging. But... I happen to love my rapier and how it moves in my hand. Is a rapier an unreasonable weapon for a pirate to carry?

Welcome aboard mate....

Hope you find enough here to keep yer interest fer a spell.

At least until you can buy the first round!!

Set 'em up Joe!

*throws down some copper for the drinks*

Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!

I recently downloaded Skip Henderson's song "Billy Bones" from iTunes and I'm trying to find the lyrics. I've done searches on google and so forth and turned up nothing. Skip's myspace page has no lyrics and his personal homepage appears to be down. Spiral Six had tribute page with the lyrics but it mysteriously vanished before I could copy them down.

so... does anyone have the lyrics to Billy Bones?

from the "Yar" playlist on my ipod...

Coronach - Jethro Tull

If I was a Blackbird - Silly Wizard

Saucy Sailor - Steeleye Span

Thousands are Sailing - The Pogues

Turkish Song of the Damned - The Pogues

Southern Cross - Crosby, Stills & Nash

Hoist the Colours - PoTC

Jolly Roger - Adam & The Ants

Billy Bones - Skip Henderson

Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a.... awww. you know the rest...

Hello everybloody. Just introducing myself. I'm iPirate or otherwise known as Pat. I'm 43, happily married to Asian girl 13 years younger than myself.

P-}

yes, i'm a very lucky pirate indeed.

Ok, a little history about myself.

I grew up in a very catholic household and went to an all boys catholic high school in D.C. (Gonzaga). One good thing about that is that my teachers were all great thinkers and they taught me how to think for myself.

boy did that screw me up...

I thought for myself alright... just thought in completely the wrong direction.

by the time I hit college I was pretty much stark raving mad. I turned Punk and Pagan, started partaking of illicit substances and fornicating with any wench that would have me. Now, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with anyone who lives that kind of life or makes those kind of choices. In fact, I'd say I was still a pretty good guy during that time. I always helped out other people when I could and I never did "mean" things to anyone. And I learned a lot of things I would have never have learned otherwise.

I'd say that phase of my life lasted about 15 years or so. I had moved to Richmond, Va, which according to Dr. Timothy Leary, is one of the "weirdest" places on earth. After almost getting killed there a couple of times, I packed up my belongings went home to Northern Virginia.

I guess that's about the time I started calming down and trying to do better things with my life. My Pagan Gods had stopped talking to me, or maybe they never had... I don't know anymore and it's irrelevant now. I searched for a new direction.

I met Sunny at a Cafe where she was working. Long story - short. We fell in love and got married. Changed my whole life.

Now... I had never really given a fig about pirates or ships or sailing or any of that before then. I mean, pirates where cool, yah, but I wasn't like... into them. I was more of a fantasy buff at the time. Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons, all that kind of stuff. I had been a member of the SCA for many years and I fooled around with boffer LARP groups like Darkon and Amtgard.

Most of those things I left behind when I got married. I still had interest, sure, but my wife didn't really like me running around and bashing people with fake swords and getting bashed.

So, on our Honeymoon, we took a cruise to the Bahamas.

As we pulled out, I stood very close to the bow. The first time I felt the bow dip... and then rise again...

something happened

those of you who have felt it know what I'm talking about

it did something to me

Instantly, I was madly in love with the ocean and with sailing upon it. And visiting Nassau, the very haven for piracy in the 17th Century, just sparked things inside me.

Maybe it's corny... maybe you might think me a pouser... but the final shove that turned me into a "Pirate" was the first "Pirates fo the Caribbean" movie. It just kind of brought it all together and gave form to this nameless passion I had inside me.

Six years later, that passion has only grown... it's pretty much an obsession now. Everything to do with tall ships, the Age of Sail, or pirates gets my attention.

So that's a little brief bit about me.

Nice to meet you all.

My brother gave me a nice flask at the rehersal dinner for his wedding. He lost his wife but I still have the flask P-}

I keep "Irish Pirate" in it. It's a mix, equal parts Irish Mist and Capt. Morgan