Pirate Petee

Come on whos going, don't make me start a press gang.

Ok looks like Jas town can't get them made in time. So maybe someone can email me the patterns for the slops, please? Waistcoat and slops, in two weeks, oh man. So I'm going to be a sewing fool.

*while minding the stores, he hears the quartermasters call and heads above deck. After listining to his speach he gives orders to his men to check and double check the guns, and then keep them covered and dry.*

*After inspecting the guns topside, he makes his way down below deck to inspect the ammo stores.*

16 DAYS! I better see all you SoCaL Pirate there, so I can have a beer with each and every one of you.

*Inspecting the twelve pounder, pulling on the rope tied to the morring ring to make sure its tight. Checking elevation.* Tis a good gun. *Pulls out his knife and starts engaving in the side of the carrige. "leviathan"*

Well, it came down to this. For the upcoming pirate fair I am going to make a new costume. Well all I needed was a new waistcoat and slops. I only really have time to make one or the other, all the waistcoats I have found are kind of expensive and the slops are not. So I am going to try and buy slops from jas town and make the waistcoat, but if jas town cant make them in time, I'll have to make them.

*hands clasped behind his back, he walks the gun deck inspecting each and evry gun. Making sure that they are all loaded with double charge and that all the barrel pulgs are installed so the powder stays nice and dry.*

*standing on the forecastle looking down on the gun deck below.* Well all the repairs are almost done, everything is looking ship shape. *smiling*

opps. http://www.flyingcanoetraders.com/

cool site i found

http://www.museumreplicas.com/webstore/homepage.asp They have some resonably priced shirts here.

Anyone know where I can get a pattern, preferably free, for slops.

*noticing two figures emerge from the jungle, he pulls out his spy glass. A smile comes across his face.* Its the quartermaster and Armand. AHOY! *waves his hand.*

* the watch dog comes into the entrance of the cove.* Ok men raise all sail, drop anchor. Gunner fire off that shot. Boom!

Aye diego, we'll get things squared away on deck. Say some good words fer our Cap'n.

Good ta hear mate. Ya should still get it looked at by the doctor on your return.

God speed jack. *notices his limping.* You gonna be ok with that knee of yours?

You there helmsman bring us about, back to the entrance of the cove. You gunner load a gun, charge only, no shot and fire. Let our shipmates on shore no we avnt left um. * The watch dog slowly turns and makes its way back to the entrance of the cove.*

There not hard to make. http://www.shiftinglands.com/pirates.htm This site can help you build one. It worked for me. I just want to know how ya made those palm trees.

*noticing that if the quatrtermaster and any other sailors should return, the would,nt be able to see the ship from her position.* Jack, ifin ya could , take your barge n crew ta da shore of da cove an wait fer our quartermaster. I'll av the helmsmen bring us about, untill we can see da coves shore, where we will drop da spare anchor, that way any sailor still on da island can see we avn't left um and we can also give you some cover fire with our guns.

*Walking the deck watching the crew go about their business, making little repairs here and there, scrubing the decks with holy stones. He walks the length of the guns inspecting each one. Pleased he pulls out his pipe and begins smoking.*

*finishes pipe and stands up* There is no ghost ship nor ghost, what had happened was this. The other vessel clearly saw she was out classed, loaded double charges of powder to screen her escape. As for the fog and rain, well, many of you know the odd types of weather that these here islands bring about, you all saw there storm aproching. The battle, my fellow sailors was real enough. *touches his head and holds up blood.* These splinters in me scalp are real, are wounded captain is real, as many other brave sailors who fought, that are now awaiting our good doctors attention, are real. Now there will be no more talk of this ghost nonsense. If any of you seem to hear or see things your just in shock,combat can have that effect. You all performed your tasks spot on. Now, lets get this mess cleaned up, turn this ship around and make back to the cove, where we will anchor and pick up or mates that or at shore! NOW MOVE!

Love ta go , but I don't think any of my friends can make it and I really don't want to drive up by myself.

*once on deck looking around at the aftermath and carnage* No worries men ya did good, ifin we left the capn up here any longer he coulda wounded worse. He's in the good docters hands now and God's. Ifin ya please Padre, say some words. You and you there help get those wounded down below deck, the rest o ya lets start cleanin up this mess. *exhausted, he sits down on a cannon, wipes the blood from his face, pulls out his pip and lights it.*