Ransom

As I said, I meant no offence, and I value very much the knowledge that GoF and Kass pass on to us. I have visited your other web sites often. And splitting the topic away from the original Plunder forum was the correct way to proceed. However, I think the fact that, other than his original question, the person never posted again, either to thank you both for the information, or to ask more questions, may be an indication that he was so intimidated that he gave up on the whole idea of pyrate fun. I may be wrong, but I don't remember anyone asking him what type of event/party the shirt was for, whether or not he was even interested in strict historical acuracy, and how much money he could afford to spend. Instead, he was hit by a three page tidal wave of debate over the historical acuracy of band vs foldover collars, dropped vs not-dropped shoulder seams, ruffles vs no ruffles, stripes vs no stripes, and told the item he was thinking of was tacky and looked like crap. Hardly the best way to welcome someone to the fun of reenactment.

Port Royal, Jamaica between 1660 and 1730 was not the backdrop for a Harlequin Romance novel. It was a modern day (back then) Sodom and Gomorrah, "the wickedest city on earth." "The early 1670's began a twenty-year boom where Port Royal became a large and busy port rivaling even Boston- a city of over 7000 practically overrun by buccaneers who were as despised for the drunkenness and prostitution as they were loved for their loot." The Pirate's Realm "By the 1660s, the city had gained a reputation as the Sodom of the New World where most residents were pirates, cutthroats, or prostitutes. When Charles Leslie wrote his history of Jamaica, he included a description of the pirates of Port Royal: Wine and women drained their wealth to such a degree that… some of them became reduced to beggary. They have been known to spend 2 or 3,000 pieces of eight in one night; and one gave a strumpet 500 to see her naked. They used to buy a pipe of wine, place it in the street, and oblige everyone that passed to drink." Wikipedia If we are to be as truly accurate as possible, then we must paint the picture as it truly was. Welcome t' th' Caribbean luv. All that you say is perfectly true. But I also believe those living in PR at the time also had passionate romance. You only have to look at Jack Rackam, Ann Bonny, and Mary Read for proof. I am NOT a fan of mushy romance novels, never have been, and I think the actions of my characters in PR back that up, but love and romance have been around for as long as civilization, and PR was no different. And I still strongly believe that page after page of murder, mayhem, and madness, is boring...as is page after page of lovemaking. Balance is everything. Welcome to the real world, mate,

I think the originator of this question - red shirt? - is probably thinking "Oi, sorry I asked." and has gone off, red shirt and black jeans, to a really fun party, while the costume debate rages on. I mean no offence to Kass or GoF, fonts of knowledge that they are, but come on guys, the poor sod probably just wanted to have a little pirate fun.

Honestly, dear Captain, do you think any of us would believe you would toss a defenseless woman overboard? Then threaten to kill anyone who attempted to save her? As soon as I read it, I knew she was dreaming and delusional.

Summer

Ioan had been relieved to see Striker return to the ship, but surprized that the woman had returned with him, dressed like a boy. But in the rush to get the ship away, he didn't have much time to think about it. Striker gave quick orders, which Ioan didn't understand. He did, however, understand ships, so hurridly helped where he could. They were barely in time, as the huge swells rolling in from the open ocean, pushed by the power of the storm, would have flung the La Maligna against the docks, and crushed her hull like a walnut. Despite his worry about the gale, Ioan was glad to be at sea again. He also found himself likeing this Captain Striker, so vowed to be on his best behavior. If the Rakehell was beyond his grasp, then better he should find a good position under a fair captain, than be left scrounging for crumbs in Port Royal.

"I wonder what the not-dead dream about when they're asleep? Not-dead sheep?" Taking Jacky's hand, I head back to my table, where I've left my martini. "Come on, Luv, let's sit a spell and enjoy the peace and quiet." I look over at Red Cat, who is snoozing, a slight grin on her face. "Hmmm, must be a cat nap."

As CrazyCholeBlack said so well. Most of us have a longterm vested interest in our characters, and don't want them killed off without our permission. As I understand it, the no-kill in role-playing is kind of an unspoken agreement among players, but we can put it in writing if that is what is needed. I'm sorry there are those who feel PR is a pansy romance novel, but I must say, murder and mayhem do not a story make - it gets boring. A fine mix of both makes the better saga. Let's all be friends. :)

Ice Hockey

Very well said, Sir. It's also quite sweet when they dedicate romantic songs to ya! Even if they not be your partner for life.

Welcome Captain MacCraig. Perhaps you are aquainted with a certain Professor Angus Trilby, late of Scotland, and formerly at Oxford? He is another Scot of dubious reputation.

Did I miss something here?

I always thought that, if you were a writer, working as a bartender would give you a life-times worth of stories!

I agree with Miss Devareaux, there is no need for you to abandon your character due to a mistake done by others. I don't think it will disrupt the story line at all. But, as you have noticed, many of us run more than one character, so if you have another character in mind that you would also like to play, please, feel free to add him to the list of "Dubious Players."

It looks like the good Captain is heading for a fourth hanging - one he may not survive!

Ioan had left the Rakehell with nothing but the clothes on his back. He stood at the rail of the La Maligna, shivering like a wet dog, until one of the Danes took pity on him and fetched a spare coat. Through chattering teeth, he thanked the man, then looked again to the sky. Lightning zig-zagged over the water, followed by a crack of thunder loud as cannon fire. To their credit, the Danes had got the ship prepared to leave, but with no Captain Striker to give the commant, they waited. Ioan knew they were almost out of time. His eyes squinted against the wind, and with rain dripping from his chin, he looked toward town. "Where the bloody hell is the man? If he's not back soon, the fool's going to lose his ship, and like as not, most of her crew." Which, he thought with fury, included himself.

As far as I am aware, and I'm new at this, no player character can be killed off without that players permission. This is not an elite group, and all are welcome to play. Maybe you should contact Liam and discuss the issue.

Oh, quite fetchy!

In the "carpenter" picture, it looks like Rats has just put a hammer to his thumb! And, lemme get this straight, you helped construct the gallows on which your own captain was hung - three times! I think that's a keelhauling offence! I think you guys had WAY too much fun that weekend!

American Bandstand

Like a swift sea bird, the Rakehell fled before the wind, her meager crew of four scrambling to do the work of six. Shouted orders were barely heard, rain pelted the decks and soaked our clothing, while sprays of seawater burst over the prow. I steered a course west, hoping to stay on the edge of the gale, or escape from her path.

Wonderful. Th' storm kin 'ide a mult'tude o' sins. Ummm...yes, I can see where you've already started.

"Are you sure you want to mix ale and martinis? I tried mixing martinis and wine once. The result was not pleasant!" I glance over at Rosie, still stitting by herself, and at Inigo, who is still trying to figure out how to eat one of Red Cat's onion poodles, cherry hat or not. Joaquin is sitting in a corner in his space suit, sound asleep. I turn back to Jacky. "Interesting family. Maybe we should call back the Aztecs and liven things up a bit." What do the "not-dead" do for entertainment?