Captain Jim

Aye, an' then ye can move up in the world if the mood ever strikes ye. But do get someone who knows something about black powder to learn ye about safety an' all...unless ye like th' nickname "Lefty." O' course ye could always get a hook ta replace it with...

With orders from the Quartermaster to find the missing sword and the person responsible for its presence on the ship, Jim set off in search of Mr. Sons. Shipwreck John and Jim had not worked closely together since the ill-advised commandeering of the French cutter. From that escapade, Jim knew Shipwreck to be a bold and fearless companion in the search for the missing sword and the sailor who had it. “Things are gettin’ out o’ hand ‘ere. ‘Twill be good to ‘ave ol’ Ship watchin’ me back.”

"Quartermaster, I don’t want ta be botherin’ the Captain just now, ‘e be needin’ ‘is rest, as we all do. I need ta tell ye about a sword, one tha’ looks just like the Captain’s, hidden away up in the cable tier. I had noticed on the barge tha’ the Captain be not carryin’ ‘is cutlass, but tha mortuary sword. It be wrapped in oilcloth an squirreled away under some heavy cable an’ I thought ye needed ta know, unsecured weapon an’ all. "

The storm had taken its toll on the crew, and it had also taken its toll on various parts of the ship. Mister Warren, as part of the duties of the coxswain, inspected the steering gear as the storm abated. Starting at the oaken ship’s wheel and working toward the massive rudder, he examined each inch of the connecting cable. At the larboard turning block, Jim found some chafing, nothing to be alarmed about, but something that had to be put to order. Ten feet of cable spliced in, wormed, served and parceled, as well as worming the starboard gear would prevent any future chafing. The rest of the steering cable seemed in order. Going forward to the cable tier, he passed the rest of the crew, each in turn trying to overcome the effects of the storm. Sodden clothes and steel tools needed attention so as not to rot away into uselessness. All in all the ship and crew had weathered the storm well, nothing to worry the average sailor. Gaining the cable tier, Jim began the search for supplies needed for the repairs. Some of the cable was massive, four inches in diameter and difficult to move. Struggling with one length of cable, Jim uncovers a parcel, tied in oilcloth and secreted away in a place unlikely to be found by accident. But an accident did find it. Unwrapping the parcel Jim finds a cutlass, one very similar to that belonging to the Captain; it could be its twin. “How did you get here?” Jim reties the cutlass in the parcel and returns it to its hiding place. A short time later, supplies in hand, Jim searches for the Quartermaster. “Mister Lasseter, a word if I may sir?”

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Aye Joshua, I agree. Still, it's all speculation till we hear from the writers o' this tale, namely: Ted Elliot, Terry Rossio, Stuart Beattie and Jay Wolpert. 'Twould be interestin' ta know.

All hands back on the barge, Mister Warren takes brisk command: “Alright lads, let us be getting the Captain back ta the ship. Together now: Pull! Look smart, now, them pretty French sailors be lookin’ at us.” One look back at the French warship brought a salute from the young Lieutenant; Jim respectfully returned the salute. Aside to the Captain, Mister Warren inquired, in words barely audible, “Would ye be needin’ the services o’ the doctor when we return? Aye, ye held up well. ‘Tis only after ye took yer ease in the stern sheets that ye broke out in tha’ sweat.”

Having gained the deck of the meticulously squared away French ship, Mister Warren noted to his crew, “Here we be agin’, under the muzzles of our own guns.” “This ‘appens to you often, oui?” The question had come from a young Lieutenant who stepped forward, proffering a tobacco pouch. The man was young, but the scars crossing his left eye and right hand told of some experience. “Aye, mate. T’is the lot o’ sailors ta be ‘ere, eyin’ each other while the captains discuss our fates.” Mister Warren took the tobacco pouch. It was full of sweet light tobacco, with just a hint of Burleigh. He filled his pipe and returned the pouch. Lighting his pipe, Jim tried to look the image of casual nonchalance, leaning against the rail. Some of the other men relaxed, some smoked and others studied the ship. There was much to see on this well found and well run vessel. Having left their weapons in the bottom of the barge, there was not much else to do. Against this crew, on their decks, weapons would have been of little use anyway.

"You two sailors, get ye below, give me greetin's ta the master at arms an' collect pistol an' cutlass fer each man, an' ten muskets. Keep all weapons wrapped in sailcloth. Get ye back 'ere afore I notice ye bein' gone. The rest o' ye clear away ta swing out on command."

“Aye Captain…Barge Crew! Assemble a’ the rail ye scabrous dogs an’ be quick! We’s work ta’ be doin’.” *Turning back o the captain…,* “Weapons Captain?”

"Captain, a word iffen I may? As 'andsome a face as I 'ave, it may be best if I were not spotted by any Frenchmen that may 'ave a familiarity wi' it. Ther be four on tha' ship tha' were relieved o' their cutter, an mayhap wish to return some sort o' retribution..."

*Taking up his position at the wheel of the Watch Dog, Jim overhears Tempest's comment about the cutter. He thinks to himself, "An' now 'ere be another o' yer past deeds comin' 'ome ta trouble ye."*

QUOTE (Captain Jim @ Aug 25 2005, 09:09 PM) QUOTE (MadMike @ Aug 24 2005, 08:27 AM) Here's a good place to review- http://www.capecodgravestones.com/styles.html Take a look in the section "Grim Winged Skulls from the early 1700's" Yours, &c. Mike Aye, I be lookin' up tha' there site and noticed a 'eadstone fer a certain "Jonathan Sparrow" (second under Grim Winged Skulls.) An' as we all know, nicknames fer blokes named Jonathan were "Jon", "John" or "Jack." And did I mention that this 'ere Jack Sparrow was a Captain? http://www.capecodgravestones.com/easthamp...rrow06cove.html Is there anyone living near Eastham Cove, on Cape Cod, that could go and get a better picture of the upper corners of this gravestone? There seems to be something in the round symbols on the upper corners. Sparrows perhaps? Could it be that we have found the grave of Captain "Jack" Sparrow? Alright ye scallywags, I just copied this from Captain Twill, 'cause I be needn' some information. 1. Who wrote the screenplay fer POTC? Did they have knowledge of this gravestone? 2. Where did the name of Jack Sparrow come from, if not from some historical source? 3. Is there anyone who can get us a better look at those gravestone corners?

Mayhap we should move this portion o' the thread out to where the less historically minded o' us pyrates might see it? Could cause a stir...

Mount Gay Barbados Rum for medium and Gosling's for dark. Light rums ye may as well be drinkin' vodka. An' what is it wi' all the Captain Morgan stuff? Ye canna' taste the rum fer all the other stuff they flower it up wi'. Just me own 'umble opinion...

Phil, me lad, tha' there mate that be walkin' the pla... er , I mean plaitin' 'is troth, he be supplyin' the swag, the wench be supplyin' the booty...

Awww, Foxe, ye an' yer buckets o' cold water.

Hmmm...Still can't tell fer sure...

Aye, I be lookin' up tha' there site and noticed a 'eadstone fer a certain "Jonathan Sparrow" (second under Grim Winged Skulls.) An' as we all know, nicknames fer blokes named Jonathan were "Jon", "John" or "Jack." And did I mention that this 'ere Jack Sparrow was a Captain? http://www.capecodgravestones.com/easthamp...arrow06cove.htm Is there anyone living near Eastham Cove, on Cape Cod, that could go and get a better picture of the upper corners of this gravestone? There seems to be something in the round symbols on the upper corners. Sparrows perhaps? Could it be that we have found the grave of Captain "Jack" Sparrow?

*Still in the barge after delivering the officers from the smoking hulk of the Dutch ship, Jim and the barge crew now find themselves still between two armed ships with no certainty as to the disposition of the situation…* “Steady on, lads. Seems ta be our lot tonight to stare down the barrels of one set o’ cannon or another. Same plan o’ action ‘ere, then…If all ’ell cuts loose we makes fer the stern o’ the ‘Dog, break out the muskets an’ go ta work on the Dutchman. Iffen ye gets a clean shot inta a gun port, take it. One down the barrel o’ a cannon gums things up a bit as well. Our lads in the riggin’ will take care o’ the swivel gunners on deck…”

“Alright lads, give an ear…we be ‘ere on a peaceful mission, but it could all go up in smoke a’ any moment. The trick ‘ere is ta be lookin’ relaxed an’ unawares should any o’ them Dutchmen look o’er tha rail. You men on the oars, back ‘em an’ be ready ta pull under the stern, out o’ the way o’ Mister Youngblood. Ye men wi’ the muskets, lay ‘em easy, but keep a’ hand ta yer cocks…” *A ripple of laughter breaks the tension…Jim smiles a wicked grin…* “Ye ruddy bastards, is tha’ all ye be thinkin’ abou’ at a time like this? You…an, you. ‘Ave yer knives at hand ta be cuttin’ the lines at my command, or if ye be hearin’ any gunfire. Now relax an’ enjoy the night air, an’ if you an’….you see the gunports on the ‘Dog open, give a call.”

*Holding the barge under the counter of the Dutchman, Jim felt not at all comfortable… to himself he muttered, “I’ll be hopin’ tha Mister Youngblood ‘as got ‘is gun crew under control. Otherwise I may be in need o’ a new hat, an’ a ‘ead ta be puttin’ under it.”*

Aye, I be lookin' up tha' there site and noticed a 'eadstone fer a certain "Jonathan Sparrow" (second under Grim Winged Skulls.) An' as we all know, nicknames fer blokes named Jonathan were "Jon", "John" or "Jack." And did I mention that this 'ere Jack Sparrow was a Captain? http://www.capecodgravestones.com/easthamp...arrow06cove.htm

Ye be fortunate lads indeed. My most pyratical adventures were not of a period type, but in some ways essential pyracy. I used to sail as a lad around Tampa Bay on a sailboat belongin' ta a certain Doctor Payne. (No kidding, and a urologist to boot). We would board other boats during Yacht Club races, while under sail, pillage their beer, ice and rum supplies and occasionally make off with young ladies (but always with the ladies' consent.) For some reason, the Yacht Club kept disqualifying us.... Then there was that time we moved the turning marker over to where the sandbar was...Arrr!

Me an' me crew will be stayin' a' the Southernmost Hotel...Anyone else?