Black Syren

Apparently Van Hoorn Attacked two empty Spanish galleons that De Graff had his eye upon in the Gulf of Honduras. De Graff knowing they were empty decided to await them being filled and sailed to Bonaco Isle to Careen his ship.

Meanwhile Van Hoorn unaware of De Graff's plan attacked two empty spanish Galleons ruining De Graffs intrest in them. Wen Van Hoorn met up with De Graff on Bonaco and requested to join De Graff he was turned away rather bluntly.

However it is said that both men did meet up again later on a raid on Vera cruz where an argument broke out between them on how to treat their prisoners. De Graff suffered a slash on the wrist which later he died from.

It was also said that De Graff was believed to be a Mulatto and was charecterized by Henry Morgan to be a great and mischiveous Pirate and was very handsome being tall and blonde with a mustache. He also had a spanish wife and later married a frenchwoman. Im assuming he had both of these wives at the same time as I do not see anything of the first wifes demise.

Thomas Paine on the other hand could not have been the one as he died at the age of 72 desired by the publinc but abandoned by his friends due to some of his religious beliefs and his writings.

Coastie Good sleuthing!

I love the colors on the fifth and seventh sets! Really well done, I hate button holes...If I could get away with it i would lace everything up.

Hmm I would say La Salle would be the knighted Frenchman who claimed a large portion of the US for France. Liotal was his surgeon who was enraged by La Salle sending his brother out on many occassions into danger and one of which ended his brothers life at the hands of Indians.

Liotal and four others killed La Salle and later turned upon each other and their bodies were left unburied and later found.

Am I at least close????

I do not know how many of you peruse Craigslist.com but I found these boots and thought to post them here for anyone who has an intrest. These are in the Austin Area, but as we do not get much pirate action here the bloke may still have them.

Barbossa Boots

Sincerely,

Siren

Welcome to the Pub and I did hear ye were buyin so ill take a Plunder Me Cherry extra cherries o course.

Oh and enjoy the Pub, We do.....

She Only had the one dagger so it would not be a long stay, or so she surmised. Surprise had her turning quickly at his touch to see the bottle offered and she quickly shook her head. Not that she did not drink but she truly was not thirsty. But then she contemplated her decision for he was an officer and could find fault that she thought she was better than he by not drinking. Sometimes it was decidedly difficult to be a woman, in a mans world. But then again she was making her own destiny, and holding her own, and so it would be so until she decided when she was where she wished to be in the world.

She slowly almost reluctantly took the bottle and glanced up at him through thick lashes and seeing his nod quickly brought it to her lips and took a small swallow. Raising a brow almost defiantly she returned the bottle to him before lowering her eyes to her hands in her lap and missing his grin at her boldness. She had no clue what he was thinking nor that he was testing her, baiting her to draw her out.

At his questions she tensed and her eyes flashed up to him quickly shadowed with fear or so it had seemed for the emotion had been fleeting, but her eyes grew stormy once more, the only color in a now pallid countenance. Teeth gritted she stood abruptly but at his warning look she hastily sat and looked to the floor again. But suddenly her spine went stiff and she held her head with regal poise and spoke quickly hoping he would let her leave all the quicker.

"I came with the Captain." She looked to her one puny dagger and then everywhere else in the room but Mr. Pew. As his silence lengthened she looked up locking bold eyes with his "Was there anything else Sir?" she inquired, her tones still respectful but made huskier by drink or fear, but either way she was clearly ready to bolt and would do so given the first opportunity set before her. Only her hands betrayed her nervousness as it toyed with the tip of the dark braid that rested in her lap, that and the wild trapped look that lay deep in those blue green spheres.

Her past had been brutal, there had been no praise for work well done, no love. Not but what she had shared with her little brother and he was dead at her step fathers hands. Rage flashed in her exotic eyes and she trembled but this too soon passed. She sat before him still, seeming tranquil, but one could feel the tension she exuded even though it never showed upon her countenance. Indeed she seemed to calm as if they spoke of the weather and not a question that had her guarding secrets.

Was it Francois L'Ollonais?

Thanks Zephaniah but hopefully we can meet at the festival, Im hoping to meet those from Texas that attend at any rate..lol

Capt. Sterling that was great. Little Ol Lady prolly did not know what to think, I can almost picture it!

As for you Doc? Why does that not surprise me..lol

I was going to work a pirate Party at work for a little boy and was fully dressed in my stuff hat and all and was sitting at a red light next to a firetruck. When the light turned green all these firemen were looking at me I guess to figure out just what I was wearing and started to cross into oncoming traffic..Luckily the driver realized and corrected his mistake so there were no accidents. But it was rather funny when it was all said and done...

Unfortunately so, I cannot drive right now and my hubbys's boss's wife is driving, so it will be she and I and my wee one for the day only.

The spell the song had cast was abruptly broken by the clanging of the bells and she hurriedly leapt to her feet amazed at the passage of time. Not wishing to see but pretty sure she knew who the lovely alto voice had belonged to she scrambled to the armoury to clean her one lone weapon. A dagger. It was all she had been left with in the past and she would allow none to take it from her.

Quietly knocking upon the door she heard the masculine voice bid her enter and she quickly scurried in knuckling to him before requesting to clean her weapon. She looked upon him once then hastily lowered her eyes fighting her blush. She winced as she caught the door as the ship shifted upon a swell to keep it from closing.

actually to both of you. Zephaniah will you attend TRF OCT.14th? I will be there that saturday and would love to see one...

I think it's real as well..

How much do you charge for the making of them?

Did I hear Plunder? Good day to ye sir and glad ye made the Pub along with the rest of yer crew. Hope ye enjoy the bounty here as much as we do, Now as for Plunder...*Holds out empty tankard* A Plunder Me Cherry will suffice..Extra cherries O'Course!

The song came to another end and she too was loathed to abandon the song that seemed to burn into her soul. Her voice stilled and she took a steadying breath and lifted her lids to peer at the sea and took note of the quietness of the ship but for the slap of sail cloth, and rope, the song of the sea as they passed.

But quietly the song continued, not in word but in note, a humming if it could be called that, a gentle tripping of notes and she stood slowly remaining in the shadow of the barrels and again blended her voice shyly, uncertain with the Altos.

But the voice of the other drew her on till her voice once more soared, the notes powerful, before drifitng away into something whimsical and playful, the notes darting to and fro trilling here rising there and skipping about teasing the other to follow.

The sound of song had her spirits lifting as well and she tapped her foot keeping her wrist still, listening to the beautiful alto voice that cascaded over the waters, floated over the ship like some surreal dream, soon blended with the voices of the others. Then the song was over and she could hear the call for another song and soon the lovely voice came yet again.

She tried to not sing for she oft kept her voice quiet, she sang only for herself, but the voice called to her, lured her on and she could do no other than obey.

A sultry soprano soon rang out, the notes haunting at first then soaring high and the husky voice blending perfectly with the alto. She still sat hidden in the coils of rope but let loose all the passion she felt within and gave it wings to fly in the song. Her eyes drifted closed so that she knew nothing but the song, Did not realize when the others halted to listen to the two voices so perfectly in tuned to the other, The beautiful clear alto and the husky soprano, She only knew she had to sing.

Quickly bored she leapt from the barrel and moved to the galley in search of victuals and seating herself quickly ate keeping to the shadows of the galley as much as possible. Finished she rose and quickly scrubbed her own utensils before moving to find her hammock.

Settling in her hammock she glanced about then quickly shut her eyes and drifted to sleep. Her sleep was troubled, the trouble with Owen earlier reminding her of her very near escape from a near fate she wished to forget. Tossing and turning in her hammock she finally awoke with a hoarse cry and tumbled free of her hammock landing hard upon the floor. A throbbing in her wrist had her grimacing, cradling her wrist she quickly sat up to make sure she had disturbed no others, rising she moved to the deck needing to feel the breeze upon her face, to know that her demons were far behind her...Thanks to William.

Once aloft the breeze had her calming and with a wild shudder she noticed the passage of time had barely changed at all. Rubbing at her wrist she moved to sit upon a coil of rope and leaned back to look up at the skies.

Looks like we will attend the 14th and 15th. My Husbands boss's wife will attend with me and my wee one.

LOL I did forget the Pirate and Smuggling Museum! and walked about one weekend on Padre Isle dressed as a Pyrate...

Hmm 7-11, was pulled over by an officer once because of my hat!, Toys R Us, Out to eat several times, the Mall, The theater of course, the Grocery Store and nearly cause a firetruck to have an accident.

Kidd Dread I had that problem so hubby installed Java and now I too have been in the chat more. As William stated earlier most come in then leave again before anyone can greet them.

I suppose I should wish Angus a Happy Natal Day as you are kith and kin and I have nev'er clapped eyes upon the man. So Happy Natal Day!!!!!

I know tis a day earlye but tis time to start a celebratin! Hope yer Natal Day is full of wonderful plunder and excitement! *Im a thinkin the WatchDog may have to do something special fer ye*

Well Done Shipwreck! And now I can really tell where you are from. I will have to try this, Hester I cannot open the file once it's downloaded, can someone assist me please?