captjustinkase

Treasure # 4 - In the scene at the end with the drunk pirates firing pistols around the explosives there is another hidden mickey on one of the breastplates to the larboard/port side of the ship. Treasure # 5 - The auction scene has Abe Lincoln starring as the Pirate Captain. When the Hall of presidents was refurbished the anamatronic skeleton used for Lincoln was placed into the body of the auctioneer to give him more movement capabilities.

I read the Columbia Revenge thread to see what has already been discussed, and I do plan on joining the PR thread once I have read everything previous.

I have been enjoying reading all the works for the current stories, and I will probably look into joining the current PR storyline, but I have a fantasy/steam punk urge that I like in my writing style. With that in mind I noticed that there was no fantasy or steam punk based stories currently going on. More historical based fiction. If you would be interested in beginning a role-play adventure set during Victorian times, with a Steam punk flair, please post and let me know. If there is enough interest I will create a setting background and we can begin working on characters. I was not sure if this thread belong in the Skull and Quill section or back in Airship Pirates. If it need be moved, please let me know how, and I will move it post haste.

I agree with moth movies above. I personally liked League as I felt it kep to the feel of the graphic novel. I did not like the addition of Tom Sawyer though, and Sean Connery was perfect as Alan quartermain. I remember a show back in 2000/2001 The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne. I liked this show and it definately fell into this genre. I also wanted to bring up the movie Wanted (2008). While the movie itself was not Steampunk, whom here does not want one of the modified semi auto flintlock guns, or the sniper rifle musket?

Eggs, Cheese, Meat (Sausage/Bacon/Ham) w/Taco Sauce. A large ice tea and a Stick of 5 chewing gum for dessert (Rain Flavor) I had them hold the tater-tots. I will remember to save them for an offering to Bess in the future.

At events I usually resort to stews (I have an excellent recipe that I will post when I get home this evening), or cold cuts/cold meats (I will buy the store pre-cooked rotissery chicken and quarter them. My wife and I also do a lot of pasties, which can be made in bulk ahead of time, and a camp fire toaster stick is a great way to re-heat them, or deep fry in a dutch oven. the bext recipe we have found for pasties is Alton Browns pasty shell. you can fill it with pretty much anything and we have. I have tried the dutch oven cooking, and also the plank cooking. As mentioned before they are cedar smoking planks. I pick mine up at CostCo you can get a package of 8 for about $10.

COMES

Once ‘pon a time, a silly way to start. But how else to tell a tale from my heart? It be ‘bout love, ‘tween a man and a lass Whose body would tempt a priest giving mass This tale does not start with help from above To tell you the truth, it starts in a pub Sailor were drinkin’, as they’re want to do Others be eating Salmagundi Stew. Now sailors get loose-lipped, when they get drunk Talkin’ ‘bout ships that could use a good dunk And on this dark night a king learned o’ one It would set sail ‘pon the rise of the sun Why would a king be ‘round scoundrels like these? Well he was a pyrate, King of the Seas He was quite rugged, wore no silk or lace And he be known by all as Captain Justin Kase Enough of him now, we’ll talk of him more Later when cannons erupt with a roar Let’s talk of the ship, which he would be after That others hadn’t heard over drunk laughter It be a Spanish Galleon, with gold in its hold Begging for stealing by those who were bold And planning was needed for this thievery So he quaffed his grog, and then took his leave Now while he left the pub, on that dark night Another had Spanish gold locked in her sight She was the lass we mentioned before And lo be the man who mistook her for whore She too was a pyrate, with her own ship And she was not one to let this prey slip So plans she did make while drinking her rum On just how to spend that nice tidy sum Both made for their ships, and gathered their crews For the next day they would collect their foul dues And two different crews there couldn’t have been One sported women, the other one men When next morning came, the crews were all set Yearning and drooling for gold they would get They knew of the ship that soon would set sail Both crews had their plans they knew would not fail So ships sailed through day and all the next night And by the next dawn, there be an island in sight They approached the island from opposite ends And had no clue what be round the next bend. They sailed into a bay, and a fog did descend And neither saw the each other as they came round the bend. Upon Spanish galleon both ships did creep Looking ‘pon it as a wolf looks ‘pon sheep Their cannons were loaded and swords were drawn Itching for a fight like true devil spawn. One larboard, one starboard, they bordered the ship Waiting for orders from their captains’ lip And Orders were given, cannons did roar Flashes of light made cannon balls soar The galleon groaned with each direct hit The sailors aboard were having a fit Now the orders be simple, to cripple, not sink For gold be hard to remove from the drink But just as the pyrates were to board the doomed ship Justin did watch as it took a quick dip Oh he was mad, as furious as can be For he watched his prize go to sly Mistress Sea Justin then yelled at his master gunner Commanded the shocked pyrate, “What the hell sunk her?” As if answering him, the fog did disperse And Justin did stifle another loud curse For across the way, upon her own ship Was Captain Anya, with her hands on her hips She watched as the gold sank, far out of her reach And blamed her foul luck on some son-of-a-beach It was then she looked up and peered cross the smoke Any other harsh words were stopped ‘fore her lips spoke Their eyes did meet ‘cross the smoke and the fire And each could sense, a deep dark desire Because they be pyrates, ‘twas not love at first sight But it be a feeling that would last into the night Both crews were silent as their captains stood there Not moving an inch, for no one would dare They be wary if their captains be riled Then Justin did wink, and Anya then smiled By the time the sun set on both of the ships Both crews were entwined from their lips to their hips Some of the crew could be found wrapped within sheets Others were in the crow, doing acrobatic feats Now lust turned to love on that briefest of nights As two were made one by dawn’s early light Over breakfast he asked her to come sail with him But she would not leave her crew on the smallest of whims “So bring them along, that’s what we will do” “My ship be big enough for either one crew or two” She then asked of him, “But what of my ship?” “I’ve plans for its use, on more than this trip.” He had no answer, so he kissed her instead And they both fell ‘pon his large captain’s bed Hours later, in dreams he found her asleep From the cabin Justin did silently creep She woke from her dreams with a smile ‘pon her face Then frowned just a bit as her hand touch dead space She lay on a bed that was ‘posed to be shared And opened her eyes to find no one else there She fixed her wild hair and put on a long coat And went to find he who captained this boat She found him on deck, the crews seemed asleep Her boat stood empty, floating there ‘pon the deep She stood there confused, then the truth hit, When Justin did whisper simply, “Sink it.” And cannons did roar, and cannon balls flew And they struck her ship, as they’re want to do “YOU BASTARD, YOU MONSTER.” She did yell at him But he could not hear her over the loud din She slapped him, and hit him, and slapped him some more And he took it and watched her ship sink to the floor And that be the start of their intriguing love life And believe it or not he took her for wife But before she would wed, a promise was wrest He would replace the ship that he had laid to rest</SPAN>

I will post some of the pictures of my work in the crafting section. If you like what you see please contact me and i am sure we could work something out. Though I must warn you, my "toys" are designed more for pleasurable punishment and have been known to increase the naughty, mischevious, and impish behaviors of many crews (and some royalty) for they knew of the punishment that awaited them.

That is nothing I was recently re-watched Wind Wagon Smith (Old Disney Cartoon) with my kids and they asked me why I just couldn't put wheels on my ship.... Hmmm something to think about.

Living in a desert valley I have a lot of sleeveless garb that I wear in the summer time, and recently I felt that my arms were too bare. I had about 3 days before I was about to participate in an Annual AIDS walk and I wanted something to accessorize with my red garb, so I decided to whip up a couple of bracers. Now the end product is not period, but the end result is what I was looking for as people did notice them. They were eight inches in length and went a good way up my forearm. I kinda felt like a pyrate superhero wearing them. Here they are after the carving and being water formed to the proper shape. Here is a closeup of the Skull and mermaid. I knew that a natural finish would keep the carving very apparent, but my colors are red and black, and I wanted these to really stand out. So here are the finished products. With closeups of the skull and mermaid once again. My favorite of the two is the mermaid I am really happy with the way she turned out. Even with the red stain you can still see the detail in her. Here is a picture of me, with a wine-o (anouther group walking), and I am wearing the bracers. You can get a better feel of the superhero idea in this pic that I mentioned before.

Ahoy to all ye wenches scallywags, and nare-do-wells. I be Captain Justin Kase of the Dread Pyrate Ship SeaMonkey at your service. I have sailed the desert sands for many years, as my ship was deposited in a desert valley. Do not ever end up on the wrong side of a cat-clawed Sea Goddess. They be a fickle and spiteful bunch. She was nice enough however to deposit me and my ship in the City of Sin, Nv. Here in this desert kingdom I have gained a new crew, my wife Anya Kase, and my two devious children Aud Kase and Damm Hansom (he used to be called Brief). I attend festivals in SoCal, Arizona, and participate in the meek faire offering of my city in Oct. Most of my time is spent in local events, demonstrations, and classes for desert dwellers (young and old) teaching them about the life of a sea-farer. I am also a leatherworking craftsman (specializing in handmade Cat O' Nine Tails, and carved Bracers). I have dabbled in enough poetry and other writing that has earned me the Non De Plum of Silverback, the Naughty Bard. So after all these years I have just found this pub, and wished I knew of its existence long before. I feel that I will be a frequent visitor to it. So please partake in the rum that I offer, and I also brought some limes... you know just in case!