William Brand

Not to get hopes up, but I'm trying to secure enough money for a plane ticket. I might be coming down by myself if I can make the trip at all. If anyone wants to help out by buying vinyls, draughts or a monmouth cap, I could improve my chances of attending. Still, if I don't make it, let me say that I am very glad to see so many attending under our winged jack. Make a good show. Leave a good impression.

Thank you, good sir. Rest assured, the nomination spread an unexpected smile across my face. It has been my pleasure to serve both for and with you. If a nod in kind is not remiss, I return the favor and my respect to Captain Pew, who along with Captain Lasseter and Captain Jim, share equal yet uniquely individual places of honor among the throng. Captains all and worthy of the title, every one.

Damn tempting, Mate.

I would love to, but I would be happier still if we could find a lake half way between your crew and here. If I ever drive through there on the way to any events in the midwest, you have my promise that I'll stop in to see you all.

Oh boy... I have an upright grand piano that takes some 10 guys to move, numerous filming props and too many little odds and ends to count, but the most interesting thing in my garage right now is the fighter cockpit. That's right. We recently built a full scale cockpit for a fighter spacecraft. It's for a film my brother is working on. Half of my garage interior is currently painted green with green-screens hanging everywhere for filming.

William had retired to the Ward Room to bath his face and rest his legs. The fall he had taken during the last engagement had finally announced itself fully in a few pulled muscles in his lower back. He and his back had some words on the matter as he settled on to the stern bench and tried to sit as upright as possible. He would have groaned then, but Mistress Smith came in at the door. "Mistress Smith. You are as prompt as an oracle. How is it that you know?" She smiled a little at this as she put out a tray. "WIth Mister Gage's compliments. He says some of the ship's stores are ripening too fast." William nodded and stood with the assistance of a chair. "Send back my permission to be generous with anything that would be wasted. We'll be at Trinidad soon enough. We can afford the...generosity." He asked after the wounded then and Tudor gave him a report of those still recovering under the care of Mistress Kildare. William rummaged through a few of his books and gathered a volume or two of various works for the Surgeon's Mate, so that she might pass the tedium of the sea by reading. "I'll speak with Master at Arms or his second about the prisoners when he has a moment." "Aye, Captain." Tudor went out at the door and only when it was closed did William allow himself a groan as he bent over standing to test his troubled spine.

I'm in Northern Utah. Not another pirate for miles and miles. There was one group here locally, but they got very quiet when I asked how I could join and I haven't been able to find hide nor hair of them since.

My friend Kristen (the Knit Kricket) asked me to sell some monmouth caps as shown. The smallest one on the right is fit for a boy of about 5 or 6. Drop me a line if interested. These range from $20 to $30 plus a little shipping.

Yes, but no sooner than you are able. That's an order too.

Get well. Return soon. That's an order.

Mister Greene was in the same attitude as his counterpart aboard the Lucy, pacing the length of the 'Dog in her depths. It was not for wont of worry that the snow had done them harm, but a part of his regular wanderings in the timbers. Were the frigate ever to sink, he would not have it come back upon him, so he made his rounds as often as time permitted, this time in the company of the Bosun's Mate. At one point he found a wounded beam that predated him. It was a minor crack in an otherwise perfect timber. A wound left over from days that predated even Brand and Lasseter. "Aye, come look..." He said aloud to Jack who was still learning the ship stem to stern. Mister Roberts brought up a lantern for inspection. "Good eye." "I'll need a lad or two on this." he said as he ran his finger through an old split hidden in the grain. "Not soon, perhaps, but Clovely..." The Master Carpenter stopped as the man's name passed his lips and looked over his shoulder at the Bosun's Mate. "Sorry, sah..., Mister Norman will serve." Jack nodded. He too was getting used to the losses of sea and war. "You can have Mister Norman." They returned to their inspection, more retrospect than moments before.

Last time I clicked on that site they only had 8 boats total. Now they have 47.

I think that this should be the crew's "starter boat". Who has $2,500.00? http://www.noquartergiven.com/boats.htm

Just the right size and draft for the wetlands west of my house. Drat.

Thanks. I appreciate the feedback. Courage the Series! First episode comes out tonight! http://www.bigdamncourage.com/

I started this thread a while back and there are some good examples there as well. http://pyracy.com/index.php?showtopic=10480

We learned just thirty minutes ago that we won't be attending the event. A financial broadside once again has made it impossible.

Mister Wenge stood in water to his knees with an expression of careful contemplation. Those sailors assigned to him stood hard by and more than once tried to engage him. Each time they opened their mouths to speak, he would raise a hand before going back to his thoughts. Then he began pacing up and down dragging his feet through the water, but careful not to foul a foot on the ballast stones. One of the sailors dared the silence again. "It's not so much water..." The Master Carpenter did not reply, but shone his lantern into every little space. He thought about fetching a cup to listen to the timbers. He even thought of putting out the light to rob all of his senses but sound. "It looks the same." the man offered further, but he was not so well acquainted with such things as was Alder Wenge. "Our watches will be spent here." Alder said at once, resolved to prove the matter by observation. "I've work above, so you both shall have the watch down here." He pointed down at the water, which seemed all but unchanged in the last hour. The men consented, neither too happy of the light duty, nor to upset about the smell of the place. Alder just watched the timbers and remained, so both men were made to wait and watch him again. "Mewl a little louder, Lucy. Just a little louder for me." Alder whispered to the cutter and her undiscovered hurt. She did not answer.

We could all chip in and get a huge one for the crew to be used this year...next year...ad infinitum.

Durand was in an ill mood. Captain Avendano had not been the most welcoming of hosts when Durand had come aboard, and the ensuing time spent on the Navarra had been equally unwelcoming. Usually this wouldn't have bothered the Frenchman, but his political clout was watered way to thin aboard the Spanish vessel, a thing equal to the quality of her grog. A passing sailor chanced to fix Durand with another ill look as he stood at the rail. Durand returned the same temperature of approval, but was mindful to turn into the sun enough that his false eye caught the light of it. He knew it could be disconcerting when seen in concert with a good, well executed scowl, and he wasn't disappointed. The man amended his face at once and Durand was once again left alone to ponder the bottom of a too soon emptied cup. He did not think anyone would come and refresh it soon. As for Avendano, the man was still pacing in anger somewhere within his high hall. Not only had the Lieutenant brought back Brand's refusal to pay shares against the lost prize, but he had sent another 'hireling'. Avendano was not happy, and he was known to excise his moods on anyone who crossed him. His partner in business (or crime as it was better understood by a few) tried again and again to quiet Avendano's distemper, but to no avail. Avendano was a man of pure ego, equalled only by his obscure perspective of self against a backdrop of Earth that he viewed beneath his feet. Once insulted, a man might spend a lifetime trying to regain the Captain's favor in vain, for Avendano could hold a grudge as well as he could a fork, almost never to be put down. So Avendeno paced amidst a litany of Spanish profanity within, while without, Durand traced the bottom of an empty cup in silence. His one good eye watching everywhere at once.

Fixed the link information.

We're down to months, and soon, weeks. Time to start planning new kit and camp. Get those patterns and get cutting!

I'm sure you could move some of it at the fort in June as well.

Most excellent. I like that color.

Excellent. I'm so glad to hear the the event went well and that you placed among the winners for your efforts. I look forward to pictures and stories.