William Brand

Well, perhaps I shall just use this for Watch Dog announcements and sundries.

You're hired. I'll have one of the after-cabins cleaned out for your use.

Mister Gage set into his morning routine with his own mug of "Morning Watch" on the galley table. He prepared the food intended for the noon meal with his usual care, careful to never waste one piece of fat or one morsel of bread. There was no shortage of food aboard, bit Lazarus had all too recently left the sea a half dead mariner himself, and he wasn't about to throw away the smallest crumb of food on the promise of stores ashore. Large chunks of fat and pork went into todays stew pot, along with parsnips and roots of half dozen varieties. Into this he added rum and spices, stopping many times to taste as the food came to a slow boil. He was mindfull to check and re-check the fire, for an accident of cinders was also a concern he did not take to lightly, especially with the galley so far aft. All the while, the young, but admirable Steward brought him plates and cups, spoons, knives and all manner of crockery. He was flattered to find both plates and bowls wiped clean with bread, and he said as such.

I just may let you cook. It all sounds divine. I should step outside and decorate the trees around the Kate.

I DO want a list of everyone by name. We want to show the vast numbers who are interested in attending. It creates a brushfire enthusiasm. People will attend an event with large numbers, especially when a good encampment is involved. Atmosphere is the thing.

Tudor was greeted by a glassy-eyed, but busy, Mister Gage. He was so engrossed in his labor, that he said nothing to her when she brought some of the dishes and crockery from the Ward Room into the galley. Instead, he simply passed her a mug of dark and somewhat suspicious looking coffee laced with rum. "For the dawn which follows." he managed, when she did not immediately take it from him.

Excellent. Thank you for the filing. An often tiresome task that we are all very grateful for.

Ahoy! 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 2007. 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 is period camping in the 1680 Port Royal Buccaneer Camp, the Mercury 1720 Careening Camp, the Red Coat Camp and the Sutler Camp, 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 2007. 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. 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. LAST UPDATED November 21, 2007 - Tentative List with confirmations listed. 1680 Port Royal (Buccaneers): Hurricane (confirmed) Diosa (confirmed) Oryginal Cinn (confirmed) Touche (confirmed) Sheila (confirmed) Master Studley (confirmed) Willie Wobble (confirmed) Bootleg (confirmed) Red Handed Jill (confirmed) Rusty Nail (confirmed) Krispy (confirmed) Mizzen (confirmed) Youngblood (cabin boy) (confirmed) 1720 Careening Camp (The Mercury): LODGING IN THE CAMP: Patrick Hand in a 7 x 8 Tarp/Lean-to (confirmed) Capt. Jim Warren in a shelter made from a Sail (tarp) and oars (confirmed) William "Red Wake" Brand in a 6 x 9 wedge tent (confirmed) Silkie McDonough (confirmed) Red Cat Jenny in a wall tent Capt. Rusty Wild Rice (confirmed) Amanjiria ("Freebooter" Jack) (confirmed) Brig (Amanjiria's Wife) (confirmed) Robert (confirmed) Nea (confirmed) Abby (confirmed) Emma (confirmed) Jana (confirmed) Iron Jon (confirmed) Ol Man From the Sea (confirmed) Paula (confirmed) michaelsbagley michaelsbagley's girlfriend Captain J. Savage Alder Wenge Jacobite in a wedge tent Scarlette Ni Fhinnaghan in a wedge tent elninoprimo LODGING OUTSIDE THE CAMP: Leigh (Haunting Lily) at the Southernmost Hotel (confirmed) Keith at the Southernmost Hotel (confirmed) Carol Flemming at a hotel The Archangel Crew: John H. Sterling, Captain of The Archangel (confirmed) Mister Aluitious d'Dogge, Lt. of Marines (confirmed) Mister Jacob "RATS" Reiley, Bosun (confirmed) Mister Billie Beach, Gunner (confirmed) Mister Joshua Merriweather the younger, snotty (confirmed) Mister Sean Merriweather the elder, snotty (confirmed) Mad Mary Diamond, helmsman (confirmed) Mark (Kinzle) (confirmed) Yak Beast (Draffkorn) (confirmed) Mister Craig Michaels, ship's carpenter Mistress Lilly McKinney, London Actress The Red Coat Camp: The Red Coats Harry Smid (confirmed) Other Red Coats to be determined. Approximately one dozen. Aboard the Royalist: the Royalist The Sutler Camp: Bilgemunky in a wall tent (confirmed) Pirates staying at hotels/or other accommodations: Cascabel at a hotel (confirmed) Braze at a hotel Caraccioli at a hotel (confirmed) Matusalem at a hotel Stynky Tudor at a hotel (confirmed) The Callahan Sacred Heart Crewe: Capt. James Callahan modern camping (confirmed) Quartermaster Fayma Callahan modern camping (confirmed) Michael "Manaver" Mucklebones modern camping (confirmed) Katherine "Kelpy" Puddles modern camping (confirmed) Nicole Andreyko modern camping (confirmed) Zocko modern camping (confirmed) Eric modern camping (confirmed) Guinne modern camping (confirmed) Nigel Sade modern camping (confirmed) Spike (Our own, not Bone Islands) (confirmed) Matt "Toby" (confirmed) Accommodations to be determined: Pirate Seika Cap'n John Sir Beachem Quick bloodydavycash capt sparrow Captain Raevon Morgan

Are we interested in a list of people wishing to attend next year? A tentative roll call if you will?

How very odd. I never noticed this thread was under the Pirates of the Coast forum. Is there any chance of moving this thread to the Watch Dog's crew page under Pirate Crews? We already have a crew sub-forum called "The Travels of the Ghost Ship Watch Dog".

Well, for arguement's sake, we would love to see you and your crew in the fort. We are strongly encouraging everyone to bring period kit for a 1720 or a bucaneer encampment, but you may bring clothing appropriate from 1675 - 1725. If you wish to do modern camping, there will be a place provided. Still, we would love to see you and your group come as pirates. The encampment atmosphere is not to be missed, so please follow the threads in this forum to see what you may need. Camping in the fort is free, after the costumes and tent of course. Do you have a large crew?

At the Fort. No really.

Thank you, but Callahan took that shot.

If I ever open a real place, Jack... That sounds divine.

A fine image of our Jim Warren...

That is a fine pic of you both and the Royalist.

An admirable annual event. Perhaps I can make it out there in future years when it has grown to hundreds and thousands.

Thank you in advance, Patrick. By the way, Harry has the Fort Zachary Taylor forum up, so we may wish to consider paralleling the highlights of our preparations to that forum for those who visit there.

Are the frock coats on your website hand sewn? What is the turn around time?

It isn't made from Moles. Mole or mole sauce is a dark brown Mexican sauce or gravy made from dry chiles, nuts, spices, vegetables, chocolate and seasonings. It takes a great deal of time to prepare and is served as chicken mole, in beef or pork for special occasions and holidays in Mexico. Mole Poblano, Mole verde, Pipian and Adobo are some other variations of mole.

We shall try something a little different for tonight's special. Salmon with Wilted Chard, Grilled Pineapple, and Mole Sauce BBQ...

A bakery and a striptease...? You might all be confusing this with some other establishment.

I think I shall have a Christmas Eve Party on the Kate this year. Music. Women. More Music. More Women.

With the morning watch gone, William had returned topside to man the quarterdeck. He took his morning meal late on holy ground, then he releaved the Coxswain, taking the helm himself for the remainder of the watch. For two full hours he occupied the quarterdeck alone watching the distant Heron. The Maastricht had fallen back so far during the night, that William was obliged to let the Watch Dog drift a bit Westward until the Maastricht began falling in behind them to Starboard. They were perhaps two days out from Martinique if the weather held. ~Starboard Watch on Duty~

The night passed in comfortable silence. William chanced to pass through the galley but once, and finding no one there, he helped himself to fare. Then he went up to eat and drink in the open air of the quarterdeck where all was quiet. . . . Aboard the Maastricht, things were far more troublesome. The wind tried many times to back upon the diminshed fluyt during the dog watches. This repeated buffeting caused the already weakened seams along the starboard bow to pop and separate. A crew was assembled at once to man the pumps, and the men chozen for this duty were selected from among the prisoners. The remaining captives were put to good use taking supplies to drier climbs above. Rummy was soaked clean through for several hours as she hammered and set timber and cloth to stave off the sea which spilled and leaked into the holds. It was hard work, but she had struggled against worse than this, and among all who labored, she was never heard to complain even once. Mister Badger could not keep himself from visiting below six and seven times an hour, for he did not want to lose the prize. He would rather run her aground than lose her to the sea, and when he wasn't below, the Bosun would retire to the great cabin to examine charts for the shallows of the region. This put him shoulder to shoulder many times with the former First Mate of the Maastricht, who offered what understanding he had. At first, Mister Badger was hesitant to except any advice from someone so recently defeated, but the former First Mate showed no guile. Still, the comparrison of charts proved unecessary, for by six bells of the First Watch, a dripping and bedraggled Master Carpenter arrived on the weatherdecks with a tired smile. Mister Badger ordered drink and supper for the tired woman, and only when she was holding cup and plate did he ply here with questions. "Report." Rummy drained half a pint of rum before speaking. "She'll make Martinique or never call me a carpenter hereafter."