oderlesseye

Eye just got me slops and a short jacket vest ( Wisket ) from Flying Canoe Traders . Yeah it did take awhile to get the goods.. Now I'm gonna take BilgeMunkeys advice and consider the clothing as not finished! A Destressing I ah go ~ A Destressing I ah go~ Eagh Eagh.. Just gots me some dye to change the color of the vest...should wind up being an interesting endevor.... As fer the Pirate rag..to get back on topic... It has not reached me snail mail box yet...

Pirates Charles is some what personal to me as they sang thar hearts out while Eye was standin on the bar at Hobnobbers for my B-Day. Capt. Lars be witness. My wife knows 'em personally and has even played her Bodhran with them.. I like them and think they'er are a good performing group.. I just wish they had more material but that takes tyme which seems this band has been short of due to all the events I have seen them at.

Black Anne Oderlesseye tosses a Mackeral to the dolphin

$65.00 for 12 gallon of gasoline! One Half hour ago... No movie theater for me I feel powerless over this whole thing.. I will repost the video on Myspace though..

MAdL ..when ye fell, ye made a big boom and so the Lil girl had ta plug eeeeer ears ! Egh Eagh..~ This is my fav pic of the crowds

HAppybirth day Duchess..may fortune find you this year!

I heard recently the reason 'Pocket watches went out of style was because men stopped wearing vest after the victorian age as normal wear..The vest back then always had a pocket specifically for the watch. Wrist watches became a popular replacement for pocket watches.. I saw My first "Steam Punk Pirate" at NorCal and am intrigued by the limitlessness of the imagination of the victorian age as well as the mechanisms of motion and transportation as previously posted.

Thats why I always say Corsets ought be "piece tied"

OL Jack The Pirate ..Likewise to ye mate.. Ye made a good impression on me with your style of reenactment as a whole.. I have some clothing on order thet be simular..

HAd to step left of trouble and found rum! Twas good seein ye thar too! Especially whence ye lookies into the Mic Scallywags eyes..He had hold yar soul ! ...I saw it..Plain as day!

Red handed Jill.. It were unfortunate That Eye nauhwt clamp me eyes upon ye at the NorCal fest... Nontheless Because of ye extended hand I made quite a few new aquantencses of yar crew in TO7S.. They be a right fyne bunch a pirates.. If I lived in NorCal I would join the group.. We had a bit O'fun together...especial in interacting with the public at Gate duty and a walk about with Patrick Hands compass that only points to rum.. a map and a gold coin.. Thanx again.. Perhaps Eye might see ya at Ojia. heres the NorCal 2008 Pics Eye gots.. If Ransom looks close enough she might find a pic of her on the Aldebaran I took from shore Saturday..

No I did nauhwt , however ~ Thet be right welcoming of ye.. I am delighted! Thanx.. As I am Solo this tyme 'round. I shall find me place amounst yas . Ransom: Eye figured on waiting to find a place to stay till I could get a better lay of the land as it were.. I gots me a rent-a-longboat to get 'round. I fly up tommorrow afternoon. I will be thar 'round 6 O'clock lurkin about fer rooming.

From the Crows nest...Oderlesseye sees upon tha Horizon Saturday: Sunny. Highs in the upper 80s and lows in the mid 50s. Sunday: Sunny. Highs in the mid 80s and lows in the mid 50s.

Oderlesseye be a bit nervous having to put his Sword in "check Baggage"

I'll take a stab at this... And my guess is it be Free Masons....from the tyme period of the Crusades where soldiers were sent from Western Europe to fight / convert Moslims on the mission to claim the Holy Lands In the name of Christianity.

Fur the Cat!

A Clue.... But seriously the "BOOTY" were confinscated by the mob who went after them..Some were probably no better than the pirates having surcumbed to the temtation of dividing it. It be my speculation ~ and aligns with the storys source. (The link is above) While this may be lore.. However I did find a shread of evidence of piracy connected to the Coronado Isles here: Coronado Isle Pirate The best I could find among San Diego Historical society documents was this. Pacific Pirates

Eye learned about Tom Bolter through of all things ..a play done by a local drama troop in a very small church in Old Town.. Very entertaining.. only six poeple attended it that night and four of us pirates!

"THE LEGEND OF THE PIRATES OF THE CORONADO ISLANDS As the Gold Rush raged in Northern California, a band of bloodthirsty pirates flew the skull and crossbones on South Coronado Island and used a cave now known as Pirate Cave as their hideout. Ships traveling south from San Francisco carried rich cargos of newly mined gold to the East and their course lay directly abeam of the pirate's nest. The leader of these thieves was Jose Alverez, his origin either a castoff from LaFitte's hearty lads banished from New Orleans or a deserter from the Mexican Army. Regardless of his true past, it is known that he stole a schooner from a Mexican port, and after arming it with plenty of cannon and saber wielding scallywags, he made his base on the Coronados. In a clever game of hide and seek, he set up business in pursuit of the buccaneer's goal of fortune and fame. The fame factor was to elude these troops, as the barbarous practice of taking no prisoners and scuttling every vessel they assaulted made tracing their actions impossible. It was assumed by the shipping companies that the missing ships were the victims of foul weather or unseen shoals, and they were reported as lost at sea. A vessel named the Chelsea was apprehended and as the passengers and crew were being killed, a cabin boy named Tom Bolter proclaimed, perhaps in earnest, or in the desire to save his bones from Davey Jones, that he had long admired Alverez and wished to prove himself a worthy addition to the cutlery compadres. This feigned or real adulation fed the ego of Alverez and in addition, the fact that young Tom knew the sailing dates of future shipments of riches, cajoled Alverez into breaking his vow of murdering all and he spared Tom his life. This breach in the pirate's take no prisoner's code would prove to be their undoing. After two devastating raids of ships, tipped off due to Tom's information, the cabin boy considered himself now a pirate of great repute and questioned Alverez about the size of his share of the captured booty. An argument and fight ensued and Tom only escaped with his life due to the fact that he had information valuable to Alverez. You see, Tom had smartly only given enough information to make himself still useful if in the event he became expendable. Tom was left in the cave under armed guard while the pirate ship embarked to plunder the next galleon to arrive from San Francisco, using Tom's information of the next ship's expected passage of the islands. The second day after his imprisoning, the guards lapsed in their assignment of duty, and Tom succeeded in freeing himself and killed them both. He set sail in the pirate's fishing dory, loaded with as much treasure as she would hold, and soon arrived at the waterfront hide houses of San Diego harbor. His arrival prompted much attention from the sailors collected to greet his landing. He was invited to tell his story aboard the Boston vessel Grendo. His claims of buccaneering braggadocio brought exclamations of amusement and disbelief from the assembled sea dogs. They demanded proof in the form of captured riches and were all sobered by the display of loot Tom produced to back up his story. The hide houses and whaling station on Point Loma were solicited for any volunteers wishing to form a raiding party to sail to the Coronados and rout the returning pirate brigade. An overwhelming response to the call saw a formidable force of San Diego wharf rats boarding the Grendo for the Islands. When they arrived, the Grendo was hidden behind the South Island with only a skeleton crew, the main body of the others stationed on the island out of sight in wait. Tom assumed his position as if he were still under guard in the cave, with a man to pose as guard. Upon their return, the pirates dragged their plunder up the cliffs to the hideout, leaving their arms aboard the schooner. Taken completely by surprise, the struggle was soon over and the pirates, bound and beaten, were loaded onto the ships for the sail to San Diego and an appointment with the yardarms. As the lot were hanged, more than a few harsh words of condemnation were heard to be cast in Tom Bolter's direction. The pirate schooner was sold, its proceeds and the captured loot were divided amongst the men who had brought the criminals to justice. Tom demanded the largest share, making him a man of wealth and stature and to some a hero. Tom Bolter's future was a dark and dreary one due to the stigma bestowed upon him by the ghosts of his betrayal, and he was soon the scourge of the waterfront clan. He became such an onerous presence, that many felt he should have been hanged with the rest. A day came when he disappeared. Some rumors had him fleeing to Mexico to escape the pirate curse, but no one missed him, nor did anyone care that he was gone. Be careful not to venture too close to South Coronado Island, matey, as his ghost may be watching you through an old spyglass from Pirate Cave, evaluating your new treasures, as you travel south to the 90 Day Yacht Club..." Now Eye know this was nauhwt Period GAOP Notheless an interesting story.. A source for this story be Here

Ahoy Callenish.... Them brass Locks be some real teasers!

Well some one has to say Your Welcome Ransom! So Say Eye ~

Eye just might need a 'Period' wind breaker fer this aye?

Nothing like the smoke when firin a flintlock..Me wench figured she would give it a try before the Long beach event.. We finally found a use for Jack Sparrow!

The Bull & Blunderbuss Tavern

I am Sending the "Unclaimed book" now Pews..To Rogue Murmaid today.