William Brand

Nice. It works on multiple levels. I actually thought 'Firefly' first.

And...blueberry cobbler with ice cream...

Thank you. I don't know if it's a credit to your costuming, my knowledge of all things geek, or both that I recognized all of your costumes without reading the captions.

Tonight's special is lemon chicken, with an emphasis on the lemon...

I went as the Scarecrow one year... Oh wait. That's with fear gas added. This is me without fear gas.

In the interest of housekeeping, I'm beginning this new thread. The only other topic title within this subforum is fraught with misinformation about the project, so anyone wishing to know more about the Watch Dog and the Lucy, can visit our website for information and updates. The Watch Dog and Lucy

Blast it all if I didn't get a little choked up to see people I didn't get to see. Thank you for the pictures.

Would you like to be listed with any particular group? If not, I can create an independent listing.

I hope to be there and foresee no issues about attending, what with several promising prospects on the horizon. I've put myself down as a representative. How many of the Mercury's representatives from this year would like to do it again next year?

I am volunteering to cook a meal next year. I plan to perfect and then prepare a dish from the period book "The Accomplisht Cook" by Robert May. I will be careful to prepare variations of meat and non-meat recipes from the book.

August 5, 1704 - The Lucy and the Watch Dog They went over and down into the jollywatt, and in the revolutions of the smallboat, Tudor was brought again to the Watch Dog. She departed the small boat with no more than a thank you, anxious to report all that had transpired ashore to the Ship's Master. Bill flint, anxious also, was brief with his words and the jollywatt was propelled to shore. Tudor came over the rail and down to the deck, where she was not surprised to find a small crowd gathered which included several officers of the frigate. She explained the discovery and demise of Tawny, pausing amidst several profane and profound exclamations from the others, before continuing. As she passed on the intentions of the two Captains, the men of the 'Dog looked past her to the Lucy, where already there were men going aloft. Jim Warren sent Tudor to the surgery to fetch the Doctor. Then he ordered out the longboat and called for a crew to be ready at the waist. Provisions of a day's rations and powder for marines were sent for and men began to assemble at once.

This list is provided as a roll call throughout the year to gage the number of attendees who are staying inside and outside the Fort Zachary Taylor Historical Park at PIP 2008. The attendees will be listed by camp (period or modern) or hotel. Attendees may be a part of any encampment without camping inside the park and interaction during the festival is not limited to camping arrangements. The list merely reflects names and sleeping arrangments of attendees and the list will be updated towards the end of the year with a "confirmed" status for those attendees who have secured their transportation to and from the event. There are many period camps in and outside the fort as well as modern camping and hotels. We would like everyone to sound off as often as they can with updates on when, where and how they will be attending PIP 2009. If you do not know where you will be staying, you may still be posted to this tentative list. Please send me names, tents, hotels, encampment information, etc. Groups will be listed alphabetically by group name. For information on the period camps or other arrangements, please see the other threads in the Pirates in Paradise forum, or post your questions here. To save on space in the forum, I will also be including the names of the Crew representatives who will attend the safety and official meetings for the event on this list. These are the best individuals to contact for information on each crew and group in attendance. LAST UPDATED November 24, 2009 - Tentative List People with a * by their name are splitting their time between more than one crew encampment. Archangel (Pirate Hunters) - On the Beach Captain Sterling The Snotties Mary Diamond Mark Silkie McDonough Dutchman Grace Jack (Amanjiria) Brig Rats Maddogge - 6' x 3' Gentlemen Scotty Kate Greg Matty Bottles Pern Constable Heartless Willoughby Edward Lily Mae Brian Buccaneer Encampment - On the Beach Patrick Hand - 8' x 8' Shay of the Keys The Charles Towne Few: Joe Pyrate Crimson Crew Commodore Swab - Camping Viceroy - Not camping Sunsanee - Camping Joni - Not camping Dave - Not camping Scott - Not camping Amy - Not camping Cutter's Crew - On the beach: Capt. Cutter Jaded Jetty Dark Rose - On the beach: Bloodthirsty Crudbeard Oreo The Dead Pirate Guild - staying outside the fort Sea Horse Blackbeard Fairge Iolaire (Island Trader) - On the beach: Callenish Gunner - 18' x 36' Salty Pots Hamish Hannah Mercury (1720) - On the beach: Michael S Bagley (Mickey Souris) - 9'x8' wedge, 8' x 7' wedge, 8' x 7' wedge Kate Souris Red Jessi Rev.Sam Iron Jon Paula Boogater Oderlesseye Anne Coates-Sharpe Niko Melissa Dana Farnsworth - 16 x 16 Kelli Farnsworth Israel Cross - 8 x 9 Tartan Jack Red Cat Jenny Mark Dilly (madPete) Mark G Jennie G Mission - Not Camping Pyrates of the Coast (Crewe of the Blackheart) - On the beach: The Catt & Fiddle/Hurricane's Tent: 18 x 25 Diosa's Tent: 15 x 15 - 15' x 15' DB/Buxom: 14 x 20 Booty/Jill: 12 x 15 Cutter/Io: 12 x 15 Sully: 12 x 14 Great Scott & Drop Dead: 14x20 Sacred Heart - In the fort?: Fayma Callahan "Mama Ratzy" Tony Callahan "Poppa Ratzy" Mojito (Me right arm, of course ye will be wit the crewe!!) Morgan Drake John Stumbles Abbie Rose Searles Buccaneers - On the beach: Captain Sophia M Eisley Doug Pummell Sgt Jeff Johnson, Cpt William Kunze Pikeman Lid Mad Mike Courtney Shortfuse's Crew - On the beach: Capt Shortfuse Mr. Coats Cutthroat Kate Skinny Pete Southern Wind - On the beach: Shaemus Beaker sarahbella The White Rose Hawkyns The Zeewolves - On the beach: Island Cutter Peg-leg Pete Matusalem Independent Pyrates camping on the beach Stynky Tudor Crew to be determined: Ist Mate Matt Sarah Klaus Talderoy Captain Dave Jose

I guess my photos didn't arrive in time...?

August 5, 1704 Up they went, and with them came an extra pistol and musket. William almost declined them, but as he couldn't see the hurt in taking along some added protection, he was obliged to accept them. He gave a few last orders to Miss Smith and assured both her and Bill that they could be free with the news of Tawny's death and Welling's condition to anyone who would hear. This done, they waited not a minute more, calling for a carriage and tipping the driver handsomely as incentive for haste. The man, being no fool, whipped the horses and the carriage was on the move even before their French guide was soundly in his seat. What followed was a ride both quick and far too slow. The subtle adrenaline of curiosity kept them from any comfort as they went, as did the unimproved road and the speed of the carriage. They spent the first few minutes pressing the messenger with many questions. To his credit, he was direct and made no assumptions, careful to point out that he was not privy to all the facts as touching their man Wellings. He did expound upon Joshua's injuries, saying that one eye had been badly dashed, but that someone had 'put it right again'. William made a face at this, for he had heard of such injuries before, and could only imagine the unpleasantness of it. Dorian asked many questions about Joshua's color, insisting on an accurate explanation of Mister Welling's countenance and demeanor. The Frenchman, a Monsieur Amaud Desmarais, explained that Wellings had been awake when he was dispatched and that while his color was not so good for a wounded man, it was not so bad either. While none of these responses helped reassure them, they helped pass the time.

August 5, 1704 - The docks of St Pierre William rose from his place in the boat, but would not take the ladder. Instead, he reached out and snatched the letter from the man's outstretched hand with the expression of one interrupted at a dinner gathering. The messenger was neither ruffled or put off by this. Instead, the man looked eager, and seemed anxious for the note to be read. William took this for a good sign. He unfolded it, read it twice, then passed it to Dorian. It read as follows... Capitaine Brand, It is with pleasure and urgency that I must inform you of the discovery of your man, Monsieur Wellings. He has been found badly beaten and in decay, owing to a pistol ball buried in his left armpit. I have dispatched this messenger to bring you word and escort you back again. -D. Durand William and Dorian exchanged a look that was filled with questions and answers. William turned to Miss Smith. "You will return to the Watch Dog and fetch the surgeon, Miss Smith. Have her brought to some place here, near the wharf that will serve as surgery and shelter when we return with Mister Wellings." "Aye, Sah." Dorian was already giving orders to Mister Flint to bear news back again to the Lucy and the Ship's Master. William waited for a pause and interjected. "With your blessing, Captain, have the Lucy sent to bring our apologies to Capitán Avendano aboard the Navarra, with assurance that we shall join him at anchor no later than the morning."

August 5, 1704 - At St. Pierre The French fetched up a small boat sufficient to carry all of them back to the Lucy and Watch Dog. They boarded with the resolve to quit the island and all of the mysteries unresolved there. William lifted his hat high once in the direction of the two ships, certain that the lookouts would have already noted their eminent return. They were floated out from the wharf as he did this and William turned his thoughts to the Navarra. The day was a fine one, despite events, and it was easy to forget Martinique, even though it lay less than a hundred feet behind them. The Lucy and the Watch Dog bobbed lightly under a promising sky and the whole area offshore was covered in boats, some fishing and others loading and unloading frigates at anchor. William wondered then what secret cargos lay within their soon to be Spanish companion. He pondered several possibilities, plausible and ridiculous, and was soon making enumerable estimation about her tonnage and purposes. William was brought from these thoughts when Dorian placed his hand on William's shoulder. Dorian was not looking out to sea, but to shore. William turned about to see a Frenchman, sometimes standing, sometimes bent over out of breath, waving to them from the shore. "What now...?" William muttered, despising Martinique for its troubles. The man on shore straightened and called again, his words almost lost on a wind which carried it elsewhere. "Capitaine Brand! J'apporte des nouvelles!" William's face notably darkened. "Blasted island."

"We are beset on all sides by troubles." William said as he took Dorian aside in confidence. He was quiet for a time before he began explaining the arduous matter of Miss McDonough and here rendezvous with the English Captain. Once he had begun, William spared no detail that he could remember and he was not surprised to see the cloud which he had carried all but alone since yesterday, overshadow Captain Lasseter.

Oh great. Now I'm going to have the song stuck in my head all... ...of ten minutes. Not long, but still.

I just got off the phone with Fayma, so I'm passing along many updates. First, they already took Stynky out for a birthday lunch and he is having a very nice birthday indeed. I mean, how could you have a bad birthday in Key West without trying to have a bad one? Second...PIP is huge this year. From all reports, it has grown everywhere. There are so many vendors in the fort that they're running out of space and are considering placing people outside the gates. They've had to create a kind of street within the parade grounds in order to maintain enough space for the battles and fight circle. Tents everywhere. The Discovery Channel is at PIP this year filming and the host of the film is evidently dressed as "one of the worst dressed pirates ever", complete with fake parrot. Details about the show they're filming for and the air dates will most likely follow. Everyone is getting properly sauced on rum and having a wonderful time.

A very happy birthday. Stynky is at PIP, so he's having more than enough fun on his birthday.

Happy Birthday, John! Here's to another long and prosperous year and the hope that we'll get to sit down and toss the dice about.

Hand fed...by lady pirates... ...you better post some pictures soon, or I won't speak with you for a year.

My bag would start with a Dragunov.

Subtlety is the key. Wearing skulls and crossbones by themselves is a fanciful adaptation of piracy, but not completely removed from history altogether. There are several personal artifacts from the period, such as watches ( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Ann...nscotswatch.jpg )and jewelry that bear the death motif. Skulls appear in art and architecture as an ongoing symbol of mortality, but not commonly on textiles or clothing items. If done correctly, one can incorporate a skull or two on small personal items, but 'skulls and crossbones' worn on hats and in outrageous fashion will detour you from the historical road. That said, if you like skull and crossbones and want to wear them. Wear them.

There was nothing more to say on the matter. Nothing worth saying. The capture and killing of Tawny notwithstanding, the trip ashore seemed fruitless, so their return to the Admiralty House was quiet and slow. William limped a little and when Dorian gave him an inquisitive look, he admitted some small discomfort in his hip, owing to an unexpected swim the night before and a healthy jaunt to the home of Monsieur Dubernard. William smiled a little at some private thought, but said no more about the matter. Bill Flint, sober at the best of times when on duty, was quieter still for having killed Tawny. He still had dried blood on his hands, but showed no sign of caring. Instead, he walked a little taller and with an air of thoughtfulness. The Admiralty House loomed and William was not in the mood to stop there. He tried to conjure some reason, some excuse, not to go in and explain the death of Tawny and his pressing need to depart, but with so many pawns in play, immediate departure was impossible. 'I'm deceiving myself.' William thought, for he was somewhat thankful to be delayed, though he never would have admitted it aloud. "Let us make short work of pleasantries." he murmured. Dorian agreed.