Jas. Hook

I'd be Lady Brower's handyman, gardener, watchman and boat landing keeper as well as the official pumpkin carver for her extraordinary halloween blaze celebration. I could be found in the coach house by the front gate. Jas. Hook Well, I would be a most lucky and grateful mistress! How did you know about my "famous" Halloween events? Oh, and I would build you a lovely little cottage behind the great house, so you could have a place of your own for your family should you like. I am a kind lady to those loyal to me. :-) Lady B - (bow with a sweep of the hat) Thankee M'lady, I'm a taken aback by ye most hansom offer indeed. Me ship sails past ye mansion house daily on the way to 'Oz-on-the-Hudson'. We have attended ye Halloween event for the past several years. The company that engages me opens their purse to ye event. Your servant M'lady Jas. Hook

Jamaica Rose - Boy, does that swallow the anchor! I hope everything gets recovered. A lot of trailers are taken not for their contents but to haul leaf-blowers and lawnmowers. Unfortunately your treasured gear may be nothing more than a passing curiosity to the brigands. Your servant M'lady Jas. Hook

A fort! Heaven forfend! Those things only attract undesirables like soldiers with their stuffy officers insisting that things be done all legal and what... Lady B. - I'm with Capt. Jim on this thought... if ye erect a stockade, ye will most likely become its resident. Keep ye wall like ye stays... soft. Ye servant, M'lady Jas. Hook

Ay-yup... standing in the shower with ye clothes on, scrubbin' away... whilest singing the tune from South Pacific "I'm going that wash that color right out of my clothes, I'm going that color right out of my clothes, I'm going to wash that color right out of my clothes and send it on its way..." It's a lot more fun than a belt-sander. Your servant sir' Jas. Hook

Thanks! As I rather suspected contrary to the popular character, the seaman, unless in dire straits, prided himself on the maintenance, patching, repairing or fabrication of their kit. That the ragged look is more theatrical or Hollywood except if a person was to assume a particular persona or role. The cloth stocking cap could be a style of workman's cap, not too exaggerated in length rather like a nightcap. The longish knit cap of the French Coureurs de bois style perhaps regionally made it aboard ship as a substitute for the Marmouth cap. Thankee for the many replies. Your servant, Jas. Hook

Just going through some older posts here and thought I'd throw in my two pence. I've had some success in aging canvas and other mid-weight material by using bars of 'Lava' hand soap on wet, washable material. It is mildly abrasive, enough to tone down the garment and add wear around seams, pockets, elbows, collars, etc. Get a bar and some scrap material and give it a try. Jas. Hook

What say ye, caricatures or not - Are striped cloth stocking caps at all accurate or just an artistic character? Is the ragged bottom slops at all accurate or again just an artistic character of a ragged pirate or castaway? Jas. Hook

There were some nifty set of three or four tapes marketed some while back - Oscar Brand and the X-Seamen. Might be worth a search. Jas. Hook

Hell's Thunder! Time to see if there be some coin in the false bottom o'the sea chest. Jas. Hook... the thread bare.

That boat landing on the river be a fine cove at night for the sloop to put into and land some illicit cargo as well as sundry items for the lady of the manor's craft. Hook

I'd be Lady Brower's handyman, gardener, watchman and boat landing keeper as well as the official pumpkin carver for her extraordinary halloween blaze celebration. I could be found in the coach house by the front gate. Jas. Hook

Greetings Lady Barbossa - I thankee for ye warm welcome as I survey the pleasures of this port. If I may clarify... both McLaugh and Callenish were not lively enough to accomodate Black Syren's request, wicked lass or not. All true gentlemen are aware of a lady's needs... chocolate, cherries and topside rum. Callenish was left with a double tot in recognition of the true seaman he is. Cherries or not there is nothing worse than rot-gum rum. For sailors and ladies it's the best the establishment has, so long as coin remains in one's purse. I am in your service, (bow) Jas. Hook

Another character enters: "He stepped forward from a shadowy corner table near the inn's comfortable fireplace, elbowing Callenish to the side, he bows and sweeps his hat to the fair Black Syren. "Lady, if I may b so bold... Hook, James Hook at your service." Hook gives a cold eye stare to the barkeep, "The Lady requested a ha' jar of maraschino cherries and a tot o' rum... make it so!" A shiver ran down the barkeeper's spine as dropplets formed on his brow... he knew instinctively that this stranger 'Hook' was not a man to cross. This stranger had neither the look of a lord or rogue, perhaps somewhere in between but the scar at the corner of his mouth and the cold sea blue eyes said neither a gentleman was he. Hook once again bowed slightly to Black Syren as the PMC was served and swiftly grabbed the barkeep's hand as he reached for the coin, "And a double tot for this goodfellow here!" As Hook strode back into the shadows Callenish and Black Syren turned to face each other in question... but the double rum and the PMC were real." Just a wave from a stranger to this port. Jas. Hook

Smithwick's Ale ("Smit-icks")... 'cause anything less is just a light beer. Hooky