Dorian Lasseter

Welcome aboard... Hope ye gots 'nough coin fer alla us... Tradition says ye buy th' house a round... A pint o' bitters'll do me well... Slainte, mate!

I see magic is afoot... If that Anchor Steam turns inta say, 12 year old scotch, you let me know aye? Slainte Lad!

Happiest o' Natal Days to ye Lad!!! Breithlá sona duit!!! May you be poor in misfortunes and rich in blessings. May you know nothing but happiness from this day forward. May good luck be your friend In whatever you do And may trouble be always A stranger to you. Slainte Lad!!!

From Borders Away II, page 23... A Fire pot or Stink pot... Smith's 1692 Sea-mans Dictionary: To make a Composition that will burn and feed upon the water. Take of Mastick half a pound: White Frankincense, Gum Sandrake, Quick Lime, Brimstone, Camphire, Gun-powder, of each one pound and a half; Rozen one pound; Salt-Peter four pounds and a half; All these mixed together when fired will burn violently and feed upon the water. This would be put into pottery or glass shells. Besides being ferocious, their fire was nearly inextinguishable and its infernal recipe was often designed to produce an intolerable boil of noxious smoke if water was sloshed onto it.

Patrick, I'm surprised you didn't find & post this... Got it from the Girl Genius site... From a book published in 1907... Merry Christmas...

I have alot from being up at Old Fort Niagara... A different year, we were out in the earthworks and doing what Militia do, take pot-shots at the enemy before the line troops get formed up. So, we're doing our thing... Now being Militia, we don't have all the same muskets, some even have rifles. And the calibres are varying. My one friend has a .50 cal rifle next to me. We're all using a 'standard' load, however in his rifle, it's borderline a heavy load, and thus he gets a louder report form his weapon. During the 'pre-battle', our unit was joined by another, and formed up in our 'ranks'. We all fire some rounds, and my friend with the rifle pops up and fires... nice loud report. One of the fellows turns to him and says; "Geez that was loud, what're you using in that thing?" My friend turns to him and without missing a beat says; "Lead ball.... and you?" The fellow's eyes got real big. We had a good laugh, then educated the fellow about load size, bore, etc... P.S. some of these stories make us sound like we were unsafe. We are the opposite. I found out being in the militia, the safety folks scrutinized us more, because we weren't 'proper military'. Regardless, everyone I've come in contact with in F&I reenactment put safety above all else. The folks at Old Fort Niagara run a tight ship.

Ahoy Master Souris! Would this be th' thread ye speak of? http://pyracy.com/index.php?showtopic=5771

Ward room of the Lucy, 5 August, 1704 Master Flint laid out the happenings ashore, giving detail when necessary. He spoke of the differences between the garrison Comandant and the Admiralty Judge, the house to house search for den Oven in the downpour, the hospitality of the Admiralty Judge when the weather made said search impossible. As he finished there, Bill took a moment to collect his thought before telling the tale of the messenger coming, of a man being found and it turning out to be Tawny. He told his story and of his duty done so the rest of the world would finally be rid of the black spot on humanity. Many of the men standing wore smiles, though Bill remained stoic. He finished up with the messenger appearing on the wharf as they were headed out to the ships, and that Mister Wellings had been found alive, though rather abused. Captains Brand and Lasseter had set off to bring him back to Saint Pierre, and by their command Master Whitingford and the Lucy were to head to Fort Royal to meet up with the Navarra and inform the captain of their delay, adding that the Watch Dog would be along no later than the next morning. With his tale done, the Master-at-Arms stood at attention as best he could with his head between the overhead deck beams in the small ward room of the Lucy, waiting for what Master Whitingford might say. Six Bells of the Afternoon Watch Larboard Watch on duty

Alright... Back some 15 years or so, when I was doing Halfbreed Native for F&I reenacting... I was sent back into the main earthworks at Old Fort Niagara to convey a message to one of the commanders. After delivering the message I noticed some of the marines I'd hang out with as they were local to me, were all gathered around. SO I poked my head in to see what was going on. Four of the soldiers were seated on the ground, all had playing cards in their hands, guarding them well. Then one of them, in a very serious tone asks, "Got any threes?" and was responded with, "Nay... Go Fish...." I just about fell over laughing...

Congratulations to ya Bo!!! Don't worry about that lil happy dance... Once ye gets good n' drunk, ya won't care who see ya doin' it... Slainte!!!

Aye!!! Happiest o' Natal Days to you, my Captain, my Friend! Many blessings upon you in wishing another adventurous voyage 'round that big firey ball in th' sky! May you always be blessed; with walls for the wind, a roof for the rain, a warm cup of tea by the fire, laughter to cheer you, those you love near you and all that your heart might desire. An Old Gaelic blessing I know you'll forgo th' tea... another drink o' choice will do... Slainte William!!!

Died- 2 May 1999 He died of a heart attack in a bar after downing three bottles of Captain Morgan's Jamaica rum, eight bottles of German beer, numerous doubles of Famous Grouse whiskey, and beating five much younger Royal Navy sailors at arm-wrestling. His bar bill for that final lunch time totaled 270 Maltese lira, almost £450. The public house in Malta in which he died, previously known as "The Pub", was renamed "Ollie's Last Pub" in his memory.

Ah, th' building of chests, boxes, benches, and tables... There are plenty more plans and such for later period, I know of some knock-down table and bench combos that all pack away nicely, but once again, would be a landsmen thing. http://www.smoke-fire.com/camp-furniture-patterns-1.asp I've read (in too many different books to remember which) of furniture aboard ship to be somehow bolted to the decks so as not to crash around in high seas, yet be easily removed and knocked down to be either put into the hold, or into the ships boats to be trailed behind the ship during a battle. I'd suggest go looking for some Queen-Anne style furniture at your local flea-markets or second hand shoppes, good-will, etc... On another note, going along with the cook's chest thing Dutch wants, I've a mind, but not the skill to put together a Ship's Arms Chest. This is a nice portable and lockable place to stow weapons. I've looked over the one image in Borders Away II to try and figure out it's construction. The one in the book holds 12 Muskets, Bayonets, pistols, & cutlasses. (If you own said book, it's on Page 188) I had hoped I could make one to hold 6 muskets, etc. I have some nice planking that is being aged at present, but no hardware yet, nor do I possess the fine skill to dovetail the joints, etc. I'd like ta see this at PIP.... sheesh!!! http://www.antiquity-furniture.com/x%20010.jpg

Aye John, Them two images there like that... rather Benny Hill or Monty Pythonesque....

On the road to Saint Pierre, 5 August, 1704 They sat in silence for a short while until Dorian couldn't take the stiffling heat in the carriage. He began to unbutton his weskit and also removed his hat, placing it under his elbow. "Lordy tis a might humid t'day... lovely tho, much better'n th' storminess o' the past day..." The others nodded in agreement with some small talk and glances down at Mister Wellings, who still wore a slightly pained look on his face. Captain Lasseter cocked an eyebrow and snifed once. "A'right, been long enough, a drink fer ye lad..." He motioned to William for a bottle of the rum he'd purchased and the earthenware cup that was given as well. Wrenching the cork free, he steadied as best as could be had in the moving carriage and poured a dram. Setting the bottle between his legs, the cork was returned to the mouth of the bottle. As William and Dorian sat near Wellings' head, facing each other, both bent low and eased an arm under the man's shoulders and gently sat him up just enough so he might drink. "Easy now, just a sip as a time, none o' that tosin' it down the hatch wi' a hearty hail-ho." Wellings smiled and gave a soft laugh before tilting his head toward the profered cup and Dorian held it to his lips, tilting it some so he might drink. Wellings took it all in without trouble and as he was settled again, sighed with relief. It would be a long trip.

The Lucy Pooka had awakened by the loud report of the great gun, Fionn, who pounded out the salute to the port just above where he had been sleeping. At first Pooka started, nearly falling out of the niche he had curled up in. A moment of listening, and no other loud noises followed, he leisurely stretched and climbed out and down to the deck. Padding along, he smelled scents of fresh dirt, fish, and vegetables come aboard on the soles of the marines shoes. The feline lightly climbed the ladder to the deck and squinted and blinked in the bright sunlight. Young Patrick Godfrey saw the white and black form of the cat and walked over, bending down to pet the cat. "Been sleepin' b'low Mister Pooka-cat? There's a good boy..." The feline took in the attention and purred, occasionally swatting at the boy's hand, not yet wanting the affection to stop. After some three minutes, Pooka allowed the boy to get back to his work, stowing down some lines. Yawning wide, he stretched again and strolled aft, dodging around sailors' legs here and there, finding the door to the after-quarters shut he sat and waited until they door would be opened for him.

Le Coq Captain Lasseter had accepted the offered cloth and wiped the blood from his chin, then held another area of the cloth on the wound and kept some pressure on it for a short time as William spoke with the Frenchmen, and finally Mister Wellings. The injured man agreed to be taken to Saint Pierre via carriage, to which Dorian nodded in acknowledgement of his bravery, his thoughts echoing the words William spoke. Dorian made his way out through the front room and to the street where the carriage that had delivered them to Le Coq had remained, yet the driver had turned it around so it was now ready to make the return trip. Captain Lasseter gave a close-lipped smile to the driver and opened the door, estimating the internal space to see how Wellings might be made comfortable. Had he been as tall as Dorian, there wouldn’t be room enough, so it was a good thing that Wellings was of middling height. Dorian trooped back inside and asked the proprietor for some hay and blankets to pad the floor of the carriage to lay the wounded man on for transport. William nodded his approval and Captain Lasseter returned to the carriage and explained the situation as best he could to the driver. Some extra coin had the driver agreeing easily enough. Two groomsmen came out of the stables with loose hay in a tarp and by hand lay it all in, then covered it with the tarp. A maid had stood waiting with blankets folded, and once the groomsmen had finished, made up the interior of the carriage. Dorian thanked them all as they departed and returned to Captain Brand, Wellings, and the others. “Cap’n… Th’ carriage has been made up as best as can be for our man’s comfort. Just need ta get him there and we’ll be off…”

As William and Dorian stepped aside in conference, Dorian watched the creases form on Williams' brow, just as sure as they were forming on his own. Captain Lasseter cast his eyes to the floor for a moment, gathering his thoughts and what could be assumed, given the information. He heard Captain Brand gently clear his throat and looked at him. William had his head bowed slightly, hands clasped behind his back. When Dorian spoke, he did so softly. "Wellin's a strong one, damned lucky too... I think wi' proper care, he'll heal up just as strong..." William did not move, but to just as softly reply, 'Aye'. They stood a moment longer before seeming to recover from a stupor. Captain Brands' head snapped up and Dorian cleared his throat and spoke evenly. "Dunno wot yer thoughts are, Cap'n, but I fear den Oven and whomever his accomplices are took Ajayi as... payment... to whomever might take them off the island. I have no doubt the man went with much fight in him." He spoke softly again. "I am even more so of a mind to quit this island, the sooner th' better... But I'll not be one to judge weather Wellings can be put to sea in his state..." William had done little to acknowledge what his junior Captain had said, but to nod slightly at points. Dorian turned back and looked at Wellings a moment and brought a hand thoughtfully to his chin and suddenly winced slightly as a fingertip found the cut on his chin.

Dorian put his hand to his chin. Drawing it away there was fresh blood from the wound he had received from Tawny. "Never you mind that Mister Wellings, rest easy..." He shot William with a look of concern, not knowing if they might ask of what had happened or just make sure he was comfortable. William seemed to be searching his thoughts while looking at the bandages on Wellings soaked with his blood. Dorian turned and asked as best he could if he had been given food or drink lately, and how he fared for it.

Tis a grand idea, for those who enjoy th' facepage/mybook type o stuff.... Bu there be an alternat place ta dwell, a second home to th pub already... http://z10.invisionfree.com/Ye_Olde_Tavern/index.php?act=idx Slainte!!!!

http://www.historyofwar.org/articles/wars_...succession.html http://www.usahistory.com/wars/spansucc.htm http://www.spanishsuccession.nl/ I've used these as reference many times...

The Cox'n, Mister Brisbane hadn't been on duty for an hour when the Ships Master called the men to loose canvas and make ready to sail. He was a might confused, not being yet privy to the situation at hand. Men were sent aloft and others roused to haul lines on deck. The capstan was rigged to weigh anchor. All aboard had been roused to ready the ship, and many were just as confused as to why such haste was necessary. Some looked to the Watch Dog and noticed some activity there, but nothing as pressing. Nigel walked aft and was met by Lucky Tuck, who also wore a mildly confused look. "Wot's alla th' rush about? N' where's Cap'n Lasseter?" "Dunno, Tuck... We best ask Mister Pew..." "Aye, right where I were headed..." With a nod, both men headed to the Quarterdeck and inquired of Mister Whitingford of what the situations was that warranted such actions. Just befor Four Bells of the Afternoon Watch Larboard Watch on duty, all hands called on deck

Alongside the Lucy Bill Flint brought the small boat alongside the Lucy and hooked it to her main chains. He helped Miss Smith, who didn't actually need help, aboard. Master Whitingford was there in the waist, along with Mister Brocke and Miss Ashcombe. Master Flint stood at attention and knuckled his brow before giving a report. "Compliments a' Captain Lasseter, Sah! He and Captain Brand received word of Mister Wellings and have gone to retrieve him. Captain Brand, with the agreement of Captain Lasseter, orders ye ta deliver a message to th' Navarra an her captain. I am ta bring the marines from shore and we're to up anchor and make haste. Permission ta take a crew an' the Jollywatt to collect the marines, Sah."

The news given was a mix of good and bad... Good in as much as Mister Wellings had been found. Bad since he had been mortally wounded and Ajayi had not been found with him. Dorian tilted his head to the side and his neck audibly cracked, and he straightened. "Aye-aye, Master Flint, ye heard Cap'n Brand. Settle th' marines an' have Master Pew set sail ta meet wi' th' Navarra. Inform Cap'n Avendano that our ships have been delayed, as Cap'n Brand says, no later than th' morn..." Flint knuckled his brow and gave a curt nod. Dorian again held a hand out so as to allow William to depart first.

Captain Lasseter made to take his hat off again, but refrained. He took in a long, slow breath, held it for a moment and just as slowly let it out. "Would the news he has be good and not bad... Shall we return William?" Captain Brand nodded and Dorian had the boat reverse her course and back the officers went to the wharf, where the man now stood with a folded parchment in his hand, holding it up for all to see. Dorian slowly shook his head and mumbled. "Just quit this island, and he I am, about ta set foot on 'er again... All I want is ta be back aboard m'ship an' be away..." The Boat bumped along the wharf, lines tied off. Captain Lasseter motioned to Captain Brand for him to take the ladder first, as privilege of rank. And also to delay his own landing, even if by one minutes time.