I came along in 2005, when I began inquiring about period/pirate style camping in the fort. Everyone that I asked said that the fort would never allow such a thing, and I was about to let the matter go when I decided to call the fort directly. I got Harry on the phone, and 1 and a half hours and six year later we're pitching a lot of tents. I think that 2005 was one of the few recent years when Hurricane and his crew were not in attendance (having made plans to visit one of the islands of the Caribbean if memory serves), so I didn't have the pleasure then. I met Braze and Cascabel that year and even rode in the back of their truck to the wharf, where I sailed aboard the Wolf for the first time. That year was the first time that anyone yelled the named 'Red Wake' at me across a great distance, when Captain Jim called out to me from the fort top while I was crossing the battlefield. It was also the first year that I met the Viceroy, back in the day when his cannons were smaller and his pension for things that go 'BOOM! was still growing. As a consequence, it was the first year that I ever fired a cannon. The first flag I unfurled at PIP was the Wetlanders flag (The Boar bones), a sign of my bacon obsession. Their was no auction before the mast then, but the trial was lively and the parade was a hoot. It was a year of firsts. My first time to Florida. My first period camping. My first cannon crew. My first pirate event. My first flag. My first tall ship sail. My first all night rooster call experience. My first time gutting a British soldier in battle (sorry Kip).
We ate well, talked a lot, and slept just enough to get through the days.