Captain Lance Deville

Video entry for a contest at Middlesex Village Trading Companie, featuring two of their flintlock pistols.The French Model 1773 Pistol and the 1756 Pattern English Sea Service Pistol.

THE PIRATE AND THE MERMAID

The surf thundered as the longboat came ashore its hull grinding to a halt on the sandy beach.

A lone man steps into the water.

His eyes have a steely glint and his face is lined grim with determination.

It is dark with thick fog rolling along the shore.

Wind gusts whipped up the sand stinging his face as he walks.

What was driving this Pirate?

What is he searching for?

Haunted by a song he had heard once while sailing in pristine green waters.

Ever since that day it was all he could think of.

His soul consumed with desire!

Suddenly a ray of light from the heavens clears the dark fog showing him the way.

He can see her sitting on a rock not so far away.

At last he has found her!

His face softens and with excitement he rushes forward.

She turns and looks at him with a smile when he reaches her.

Red hair glowing softly in the radiant light from above.

Her emerald eyes sparkle, green as her fins below.

She was a Mermaid of the sea a beauty to behold!

The Pirate falls to his knees before her.

Reaching for each other their lips so softly kiss.

The Pirate has found his Mermaid.

Their lives have turned to bliss!

THEE KNOT

Just a young lad when me be signin' on, they be givin' me a knot me could not see.

Now an old Captain still sailin' thee seas an' many a good mate has died under me.

A Pirates life it be thee life fer me, they all be shoutin' with glee.

Not knowin' thee doorway ta' hell be opened upon thee rollin' sea.

Wenches an' rum, bloody cutlass an' plunder, thee roar of big guns all be pleasure fer me.

Fearless with abandon we be livin' thee good life till fate be comin' our way.

In thee end thar' be no glory in death, fer being murderin' scum they be thinkin' we be.

Stretchin' our necks ta' get our last breath swingin' high up in thee breeze.

When a young lad they be givin' me a knot.

A knot me could not see!

Me be settin' thee record straight!

Captain Deville who possesses an almost supernatural ability to consume massive amounts of rum and yet in an instant have a clear and sharp mind....is on deck enjoying a pleasant afternoon of rum drinking....suddenly the hair on the back of his neck stands up and he sniffs the air...." Aye me be smellin' sushi thar' must be Ninja afoot".....Out of the corner of his eye he sees one climb over the rail and come at him.....Deville quickly raises his pistol firing a shot into the Ninjas head...brains and chunks of bone being blown out the back of it....a flock of gulls descend upon the corpse pecking and feasting....a second Ninja drops from the rigging.....Deville spins around cutlass and dagger in hand....the clang of hard steel pierces the air as they dance their dance of death around the deck of the Captains ship....the Ninjas skill is no match for Devilles strong arm and heavy cutlass blade...he chops off the Ninjas sword arm and plunges his dagger deep into his belly....as the Ninja doubles over Deville side steps and with a mighty swing of his cutlass severs the Ninjas head....Fetch the Captains pet monkey seeing this...runs across the deck and scurries off with it....aways a treat for Fetch when a Ninja decides to give head!.....Deville takes a long pull from his rum bottle then shakes his head saying...."Them Ninjas never learn an' they be not smart enough ta' quit tryin'....Fetch the monkey lets out a very loud burp!

Now just what two Ninjas be sayin' me was too drunk ta' fight?