William Brand

We need those numbers up, people. Recruit, recruit, recruit. Let's see some more pirates!

...but the chocolate is good for a start.

In that case I want a ship with 74 guns and the whole island of Martinique for my very own.

I was thinking more of a sipping cocoa, but that looks delicious.

Everything is suitable for a return to the Kate, provided that you have enough time to eat...well...everything. I would first recommend a dark chocolate, unsweetened, and laced with something equally dark. Then a stroll on the Kate's quarterdeck by afternoon light and then a long dinner served in parts over a period of several hours with a fiddler and rice pudding for company.

Welcome aboard. You may already know this, but we have a great many Texan pirates in this Pub, so you're in good company.

Nothing would please me more than to see three or four lads and lasses at the forge during the events. The ring of the hammers carrying over the fort and the encampments would add greatly to the festival and I have always felt that the forge is one of our best untapped points of interest at the fort, it being almost central to the foot traffic to and from the fort, parking lots and encampments. Not only would it prove educational and inviting to all ages, but the products made there could enrich the fort pub and the encampments greatly. We could make tongs, vent picks, baling hooks, hoops, strikers, knapping hammers, hearth hooks, nails, baldric hardwear, shackles, tent staves, pokers, and all matter of goods there.

Bacon. Bane of beauty.

I find myself using period and nautical terms in my daily language all of the time. Even my wife uses 'Aye' in place of 'yes'. A friend of mine once pointed out that most 'pirates' today insist on using a bad cockney accent, when any world accent will do, and he hates it. For that very reason he avoids all things pirate, and to a degree, he has a point. Too many of us seem to gravitate to that West London meets Grounds Keeper Willy voice that makes some people laugh secretly behind our backs. Ever since then, I've completely avoided any British Isles born accent as a rule and decided to maintain my everyday Colonial-Mixed-Breed-American-Hodge-Podge accent. Easy. Comfortable. Genuine. Although I do say bugger with all of the English emphasis needed to really sell it.

That's why we only eat this much on the Kate. She's already high and dry.

Ahhh, cabbage. I haven't enjoyed a mess of good cabbage in a long while.

Aye. We have those...

Eight Bells of First Watch Middle Watch Begins August 4, 1704 - Aboard the Watch Dog William returned to the Watch Dog in short order. He was met amidships as he came aboard by both Jacob Badger and Tudor Smith. They made several inquiries regarding the missing men and the escaped prisoner and William invited them aft to discuss these matters and others. Once in the confines of the Ward Room, he explained to them that Captain Lasseter would take the Lucy hence to St. Pierre that he might discover if den Oven was there or fled to other shores. Meanwhile, any men of the Lucy not found before the cutter's departure, would be taken aboard the Watch Dog to aid in the final taking and stowing of stores and to serve in whatever capacity they may until they could be returned to the Lucy. This explained, William turned to the matter of ship's officers, revealing to them his intention to make Jim Warren the Ship's Master upon his return to the Watch Dog. He also asked Jacob to give his thoughts on a replacement for both Coxswain and Coxswain's Mate. Claude Marchande, being a very large man and much liked for his skills as a sailor and translator, headed the list for Coxswain, they having few others with sufficient experience. William admitted that he was a good choice, but as he lacked the fine requirements of a good coxswain for the present, he offered another name. "How like you, Mister Campion of the Bullrush, Mister Badger?" "Like?" Jacob mused aloud, as if liking the man or not had little to do with the matter. "I should like him well enough if qualified." "He was a Second Mate on the Bullrush." William explained. Jacob made a dismissive sound. "Admittedly, I should not like to put a recruit over proven men, but with Jim Warren as Master, I need an experienced navigator for Coxswain." Jacob nodded, but said nothing more. "Then Campion for Coxswain and Marchande for Mate." Tudor had remained quiet on the matter. William had thought to alter her position aboard ship, owing to some restlessness on her part, but he could find no place that he thought better for her, not because she wasn't skilled, but because she was a woman of many skills and difficult to define by one position aboard ship. "I would have you as a Coxswain as well, Miss Smith, but for my jealous requirement that you remain my Steward, having proved yourself so well in your regard to the Ward Room. However, I would that you should hone those skills of navigation that you have, so that we might have more navigators, rather than less, and I would add that as you have distinguished yourself in the taking of the Maastricht, you shall be numbered among the marines if Eric Franklin will have you."

and more sushi...

In honor of Maeve's birthday, today's special is sushi...

Raise a glass, lads and lasses! To my lovely bride!

We had cookie dough tonight. I feel like an uncooked egg...fetch me a bucket.

Here, Here!

Updating my address book...or rather...rebuilding it from the crash.

WHAT WAS THAT...!?

This is what happens when you stay up all night consorting with redheads.

I've started collecting props for the September Shindig. I'm planning a run to Chinatown in San Fransisco in April to buy coins, lanterns and the like. I even started building a Firefly theme room in the garage.

Welcome aboard, Hatchette.

We almost never cook the cookie dough at our house. Have spoon, will travel.

Our Aeva... http://www.flickr.com/photos/24635634@N04/2329196477/