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Privateers visiting Port Royal, 1659-60 Bonaventure Aime (with the accent on the e) Hopewell Adventure Thriver Sea Horse America There were others, of course, but these were the only documented ones that year. French Privateers (1744) * Marie Joseph 1744 * Signe 1744 * Cantabre 1744 * St. Charles 1744 * Cesar 1744 * St. Joseph 1744 * Succes 1744 English ships during the Seven Years War # Diane 1758 # Earl of London 1756 # Earl of Macclesfield 1758 # Falmouth 1760 # Foudroyant 1758 # Haldane 1760 # Hartford 1756-58 # Jane 1759 # Lawrence 1756 # Miriam and Ann 1759 # Monckton 1756 # Montague 1759 # Musketo 1756-58 # Providence 1756 # Wasp 1756 # York 1756 American Privateers during the Revolution # Adventure 1780-1781 Halifax # Alexander 1779 London # Annapolis Rover 1780 Annapolis Royal # Argyle 1778 London # Aurora 1782 Glasgow # Belcour 1778 Liverpool, UK # Bell 1780 Quebec # Betay 1778 Quebec # Betsey 1778 Halifax # Betsy 1781 # Blaze Castle 1778 Halifax # Brittania 1781 Halifax # Buckram 1781 Halifax # Campbell 1781 # Campbelton 1781 Penobscot # Commerce 1778 Yarmouth, UK # David 1781 # Delight 1778 Liverpool, NS # Diamond 1782 Penobscot # Diana 1780 Glasgow # Dispatch 1778 Liverpool, NS # Dreadnought 1782 Liverpool, NS # Duchess of Gordon 1778 # Europa 1778 Halifax # Fox 1781 # Friendship 1782 Antiqua & Halifax # Halifax Bob 1779 Gr. Britain # Halifax Hero 1779 Halifax/London # Halifax Packet 1780 Halifax # Halifax Rover 1780 Halifax # Hammond 1782 Halifax # Hero 1781 Chester # Hibernia 1782 Halifax # Hope 1779 Halifax # Howe 1781 Halifax # Hurly Burly 1779 Quebec # Jack 1781 Quebec # Jean 1781 Halifax # John & Rachael 1778 Halifax # John & Rebecca 1782 London # Lively 1782 Halifax # Liverpool 1778 Liverpool, UK # Liverpool 1780 Halifax # Lord Cornwallis 1781 Halifax # Loyalist 1778 Antiqua # Loyalty 1782 Halifax # Lucy 1779 Liverpool, NS # Lyon 1779 London # Mayflower 1778 # Minerva 1779 Halifax # Nancy 1778 Liverpool, UK # Nancy 1782 Halifax # Partners 1778 Isle of Jersey # Peggy 1781 Halifax # Penobscot 1781 # Polly 1778 Gt. Britain # Providence 1781 Halifax # Rachel 1778 Halifax # Ranger 1781 # Resolution 1778 Halifax # Retaliate 1778 Nova Scotia # Revenge 1779 Halifax # Rover 1778 # Sangplice 1781 Bermuda # Shark 1782 Halifax # Sir Andrew Hammond 1781 # Sir Geo. Collier 1779 # Sisters 1779 Halifax # St. Andrew 1782 Halifax & Antiqua # Success 1781 Halifax # Surprise 1781 Liverpool, NS # Thornton 1778 Gr. Britain # Venus 1781 Halifax Canadian Privateers - all years # Adamant 1797 Shelburne # Adventure 1780-1781 Halifax # Ann 1814 Saint John, NB # Annapolis Rover 1780 Annapolis Royal # Asia 1800 Halifax # Belcour 1778 Liverpool, UK # Britania 1793 # Broke 1813 Annapolis Royal, NS # Buckram 1781 Halifax # Bunker Hill 1813 Halifax # Caledonian 1812 Halifax # Cantabre 1744 Louisbourg # Caroline 1799 # Cesar 1744 Louisbourg # Charles Mary 1796 Halifax # Charles Mary Wentworth 1798-1800 # Comet 1812 Saint John, NB # Commerce 1799 # Crown 1813 Halifax # Dart Saint John, NB 1813 # Dart 1813 Liverpool, NS # Delight 1778 Liverpool, NS # Diane 1758 Halifax # Dispatch 1778 Liverpool, NS # Dolphin 1814-1815 Liverpool, NS # Dove 1815 Liverpool, NS # Dreadnought 1782 Liverpool, NS # Duchess of Argyle 1793 St. John's NFL # Duke of Kent 1799-1805 # Eagle 1800 Halifax # Earl of Dublin 1800 Halifax # Earl of London 1756 Halifax # Earl of Macclesfield 1758 Halifax # Edward 1813-1814 Halifax # Eleanor 1813 Halifax # Eliza 1800 Halifax # Enterprise 1778 Liverpool, NS # Falmouth 1760 Halifax # Flora 1799 # Fly 1799 Liverpool # Fly 1813 Halifax # Flying Fish 1797 Shelburne # Foster Barham 1800 # Foudroyant 1758 # Fox 1781 # Frances Mary 1800 # General Bowyer 1800-1803 Halifax # General Smyth 1812 Saint John, NB # George 1813 Halifax # Governor Carleton 1803 Saint John, NB # Haldane 1760 Halifax # Halifax Rover 1780 Halifax # Hare 1813 St. John, NB # Hartford 1756-58 Halifax # sloop L'Heureux Milly de la Croix Louisbourg 1756 # Herald 1813 Saint John, NB # Intrepid 1813 Guernsey, UK # Jack 1781 Quebec # Jane 1759 Halifax # Jane 1798 Halifax # Jane 1801 Halifax # Jason 1800 Halifax # John 1800 # Lawrence 1756 Halifax # Lively 1814 Liverpool # Liverpool Packet Liverpool 1812-1814 # Lord Cornwallis 1781 Halifax # Lord Nelson 1799 Halifax # Lord Spencer Liverpool 1799 # Loyalty 1782 Halifax # Lucy 1779 Liverpool, NS # Lucy 1795 Halifax # Lunenburg 1814-1815 Lunenburg # Marie Joseph 1744 Louisbourg # Mary 1805 London # Matilda 1813 Annapolis Royal, NS # Mayflower 1778 # Minerva 1814 Liverpool # Miriam and Ann 1759 Halifax # Monckton 1756 Halifax # Montague 1759 Halifax # Musketo 1756-58 Halifax # Nelson 1799-1801 # Nymph 1798-1799 Halifax # Nymph 1800 Liverpool # Penobscot 1781 # Phoenix 1799 # Providence 1756 Halifax # Providence 1781 # Rasheigh 1793 # Rattler 1813 Liverpool # Retaliation 1813 Liverpool # Retrieve Windsor, NS 1813-1814 # la Revanche 1756 Louisbourg # Revenge 1779 Halifax # Rolla Liverpool 1814-1815 # Rover 1800-1803 Liverpool # Rover 1804 Halifax # Rover 1814 Liverpool # Royal Edward 1796 # Royal Fusiliers 1795 # Saucy 16 Liverpool # Saucy Jack 1814 Liverpool # Shannon 1813-1814 Liverpool # Sherbrooke 1814 Barbados # Signe 1744 Louisbourg # Sir Andrew Hammond 1781 Gr. Britain # Sir Geo. Collier 1779 London # Sir John Sherbrooke Halifax 1813-1814 # Sir John Sherbrooke 1812 Saint John, NB # Sir William Parker 1800 Halifax # Sisters 1798 Quebec # St. Charles 1744 Louisbourg # St. Joseph 1744 Louisbourg # Snapdragon Saint John, NB 1814 # Star 1813 Saint John, NB # Succes 1744 Louisbourg # Success 1781 Halifax # Surprise 1781 Liverpool, NS # Swallow 1797 # Telegraph 1814 Halifax # Thinks I To Myself 1814 Castine # la Tourterelle 1756 Louisbourg # Triton 1795 # Union 1812 Saint John, NB # la Victoire 1756 Louisbourg # la Vigilente 1756 Louisbourg # Wasp 1756 Halifax # Weazle 1813 Halifax # Wolverine 1812-1813 Liverpool # York 1756 Halifax # Young Phoenix 1805 Jersey, Channel Is. -- Sir Henry

Now lads. We must keep this quite among ourselves. Not a word to your men or your officers. Surprise is ours if we can keep this secret. We will sail from Port Royal and not unveil our plan until we are well at sea. We have work to do. Captains, begin to outfit your ships for sea duty. Make sure your loaded well with shot and powder. Additional stores of guns can be found in the King's Storehouse. The Customs Collector will be there to assist you as needed. Prepare softly - we don't want anyone to catch wind of our bold plan. Major Beckwith, I invite you to meet with me on the morrow with the Governor. I must apprise him of the plan and implore him to execute some proper paperwork for the expedition. Must always ensure that we do things correctly around here... eh, Major? Suddenly, there was a thud. I lept from the table, drawing my sword as I rose. I quickly noticed the source of the sound. There for the second time in an hour, someone lay sprawled across the floor of the Three Crownes. What is the meaning of this sir? I asked the man. Are you in a drunken stupor or just a clumsy oaf. Explain yourself now...

As the lads gathered around the table, I turned to my most trusted captains who were awaiting their orders. In my younger days, I would have simply issued them. But now that I commanded a fleet at will, that involved all their ships and their charges, I opted to follow a different tack for a change. I'm glad you could all gather here on such short notice. As you know, the Oxford lies at the bottom of the sea. She was to be our flagship on our next raid against the Spanish. We had a grand plan, one I'd like to share with you all. Lads, I propose an attack on Portobelo, the richest city in all of the Americas. She holds vast wealth for the boldest of men to seize at will. We will sail in a large fleet of vessels and attack the Spanish dogs head on in the port. We will take their gold, silver and treasure and bring them to their knees. Captain Brenningham interrupted. "But Admiral. The city is well protected with much three heavily armed fortifications. How do you propose that we attack a city so well protected with a fleet of this size?" Good question, sir. And one I have yet to answer. No matter what ruse we use we can be fairly certain that the entire Spanish Navy will take chase of us. They will want to sink us as we stand. They are stupid, but brave. And they will fight us, no doubt. As you know, I have met the Spanish before on the land and on the sea. They are well organized, but in the old ways of fighting. There lies their weakness. They are used to fighting campaigns of a hundred years ago, not a modern battle. We will outflank them with daring and bravery. We will outgun them with our rifles and sharpshooting. And we will watch them die one by one on their own flag. Which of you are with me, eh? Who will go with me to Portobelo? I turned to Major Beckwith before an answer was sounded. You good sir. You're a fighting man are you not? I knew your father well and am glad he sends his regards. I trust that you are at least half the man your father was? If so, I will ask that you help me command the land campaign. As for the rest of you, are you in or out?

Drunken Sailor is a bit late for pirate times... The first mention of it was in 1841... "Drunken Sailor" AKA "Hooray an' Up She Rises," was reported in Olmstead, F. A., "Incidents of a Whaling Voyage," 1841, about a voyage in 1839-40. This was the first mention. Hugill says, "Sung by the Indiamen of the John Company." The chantey is probably English. I don't believe it dates to the early 18th Century... -- Sir H

The patrons in the tavern quickly began to diagnose Captain Sterling's illness as he was removed to the billets above the inn. Unfortunately, such sickness was a natural part of the landscape. The tropics were a breeding ground for the most horrid of diseases and maladies. Still I was saddened to see him fall so ill. My plans to add his ship to our fleet to help replace the guns on the Oxford were now in disarray. I had planned to ask him to come to the council tonight and plot our next adventure together. I had gained nothing and lost little fortunately. I would turn to my old network of buccaneer captains to protect Jamaica until word of Captain Sterling. Fortunately, there was always a steady supply of stout lads in port to fill the ranks of the ships we had available. I decided to ask Major Beckwith to come to the War Council, as he had a reputation as a fine strategist in land campaigns. But I never got the chance. Noting my presence, he had come to my table without a formal invite, obviously sensing there was something afoot. I invited him to sit down with us. And I motioned for a few others in the tavern to join me as the body of Captain Sterling was carried from the tavern by his crewe. -- Sir Henry

I stood aghast as the man I had just summoned collapsed beside me. A comely lass was by his side and asked me to summon a physician. Someone fetch Mr. Jonas P. Stenbom immediately. This man needs assistance. He looked over at the man in the corner. You, Mr. Treate. Get the physician immediately, I say. Or so help me I will run you through. Treate jumped to his feet and dashed out the door, obeying Sir Henry's bequest. Helpless he was in these matters. For often he was more in need of such care rather than giving it.

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Lord Modyford stood to meet Admiral Morgan after there ceremony... Morgan greeted him briefly, made his apologizes for the brevity and then headed out into the street. He would see Modyford later, at the meeting, he thought. Right now he had something else on his mind. He scanned the crowd and caught a glimpse of Captain Sterling rounding a corner. He followed briskly, trying to catch up. As he made his way around the corner, he saw that Captain Sterling had made his way into the Three Crownes. Entering, he called to the captain. "Captain Sterling... may I have a word with you, sir?"

The church was filled to overflowing. Not too surprising I thought to myself, as the parson made his opening remarks and led a short prayer. Church in Port Royal was just another social occasion - a place to be seen and see others. It was a breeding ground for gossip and innuendos all covered over by a few absolutions of sin and a sign of the cross. Thankfully, the dear reverend had slipped me a piece of parchment with a bible verse scrawled upon it. I was ever thankful for the words of God escaped me at all times as his own grace had seem to escape me in my times of need. I look about the church. There, in the front row was Lord Modyford and his wife, in from Spanish Town, the Lord Justice, the Commander, Major and officers of the fort resplendent in their uniforms, the widows and children of the men of the Oxford, the new arrivals from The Resurrection, and some of my old mates. There were also some merchants in attendance, no doubt to collect from the widows the debts of the dead. My own wife was not in attendance. I assumed she had just barely received word of my near death from the courier I had sent to the plantation. It was nearly a days' passage from here. The small choir finished and I stood. I walked over to the podium and asked everyone to bow their heads in prayer. I waited for them all to bow and then quickly took a swig from the bottle I had set within the pulpit. I then invoked my prayer. In time of suffering and in times of grief, I am reminded of the Lord's words so eloquently written in (I glanced at the paper) Psalm 23: The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. Amen... The crowd recited a respectful amen. And then I began my speech. Your lordship, distinguished officials of Port Royal, gentle townfolk and guests, It is with great sadness that we gather here today. A great tragedy has befallen our small community, touching nearly every one of us here today. 250 men have died in the service to their country and to the crown. I knew many of these men. Many have served admirably under me in times of battle, in times of strife, and in times of great glory. And now they await their meeting with their maker. As you know, we are at an uncomfortable peace with Spain. The Spanish have never forgiven us for seizing this island so easily. And they will never miss an opportunity to hit us the hardest when our guard is down. Our new forts are still in a state of construction -- Fort Charles and the ships that guard the harbor are our only lines of defense here. But there is a better defense than our forts, our cannons and our brave soldiers and men who would defend Port Royal in an invasion by the enemy. I offer a bolder plan. One of offense against the Spanish dogs. I propose that we strike them in their own towns, towns that are filled with the gold and silver and treasure that we have a god-given right to take from them in retribution for the lives that were lost, not only aboard the Oxford last night, but in their prisons, in their work camps and in their mines. I will not rest until the death of every Englishman has been avenged. I myself, do not know why I survived this tragedy. The details are vague to me. As I am sure it is to those others who were blown clear of the vessel during the explosion. Others here should have died looking at Bigford's gunner but for some reason they weren't aboard our first line of defense last night. But it has renewed my sense of duty and purpose so that these men did not die in vein. In the coming days I will be meeting with his Excellency, Sir Thomas Modyford, to examine the next steps to take. I pray that if called upon, our good captains will join in the fight and that the good men of Port Royal will take up arms and join us as we fight the Spanish dogs on Spanish soil instead of our own. Thank you and good day... I return to my seat and look over the crowd once again as the reverand addresses the congregation from the pulpit...

Jack pulled a bottle from beneath the bar. "How are you Captain? Or should I say Admiral?" Just titles dear sir. Soldiers and warriors are known for their deeds and courage. And you sir are as high of a rank as I in that regard. We both know that. Jack smiled as he wiped the bar... "Yes, that is true. So what have you in mind for your next adventure now that the Oxford lies at the bottom of the harbour. I have a feeling I'm to be involved in some way?" Now Jack, sir. What would make you think differently? You're only one of my most trusted associates in this town. I assume you'll be at the meeting this eve? "I will Henry. Of course. You can always count on me when it comes to riling the Spanish." I lean into the bar so that the next conversation can't be overheard... Who is that chap over in the corner. I know he's served with us before but can't place the name. "That's Bart Treate," Jack whispers back. "He served under Bigford, God rest his soul. He was his gunner." Ah, yes. Now I remember. Good mate, but always drunk. Even when he was sheets to the wind he was a better shot than any I had aboard my own ship. Speaking of Bigford, I must head over the church. I have a few kind words to say about those aboard the Oxford. See you this evening...

I found this good link which is a diary from one Samuel Pepys which covers the years 1660 to 1663 in England. http://www.pepysdiary.com/archive/ The background is really good too: http://www.pepysdiary.com/background/ Lots of information about customs, clothing, food and drink, religion, etc. of the time, which would coincide with early Port Royal. We're a little later in the storyline, but only by about 5 years. -- Sir Henry

If you have the means or a great library nearby... this is a tremendous resource and I and a few others are using it to pull places, names, dates and events out of to spur the discussions here. It is the most complete book written on Port Royal in all its phases and includes information on the topography, citzenry, economy, fortifications and ships of the time. But it's a bit pricey - limited need, ya know. $40 for the hardback but with the illustrations and information, almost priceless. The appendices alone are worth the money. http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/976640098...glance&n=283155 -- Sir Henry

The onset of war or the threat of it usually sped the process up greatly. The need for ships and men was huge in the Caribbean, as it would take weeks for the King's ships to get to port in time to prevent attacks. The English Admiralty was in no hurry. But local Marques and Commissions were relatively easy to get for a captain and ship in times of need. -- Sir Henry

Herald roams the streets of Port Royal Hear Ye! Hear Ye! All are invited to attend the service for those brave lads killed in the Oxford explosion last eve. Services begin at the church at 6 o clock. All are invited and encouraged to attend by His Excellency Lord Modyford and Admiral Henry Morgan.

Traditionally, DSL quality has been determined by the distance you are from a relay station. Cable quality is determined by the number of people online at the same time, as you are sharing a connection through a ring of subscribers in the same are. DSL is dedicated or shared by few - i.e., those directly between where you are and the relay station. I had DSL installed once - in classic Green Acres episodic form. The phone company sent a lineman to install the DSL from the house to the pole outside the home, then across the street to the other pole. Never went any farther because were were something like 100 feet too far from the relay station. The line is still there. A testimony to the phone company's waste of time, resources and money. - Sir Henry A Cable modem subscriber since Day 1... couldn't be happier.

My meeting for tonight was now set. So I turned my attention to the matter of the soldier in me. 250 good men died last night, including some of my most trusted captains of the coast. It was only proper and fitting to honor them at the memorial this eve. I walked down the block to the church and entered. I was greeted by Rev. Heath, rector. We sat down at length to discuss the service. Rev. Heath is a pleasant enough chap, but my presence in God's house was most uncomfortable. I was hardly a man of God, or worthy of his admiration. I had taken many of his most faithful followers in the likes of Puerto Principe and will take even more in the months to come if plans afoot follow through. I made aggreance with him that I should say a few words about these brave souls and how they came to meet their maker during the service. "Thank you reverend. I will see you at the service." It was 4 p.m. now. The shops would soon be reopening as the heat quelled. I stepped out of the church and made my way to another fine establishment in town to visit my old shipmate, who had taken the liberty offered by Modyford and relinquished his life as a privateer and settled ashore. Or at least he liked it to appear. I knew only too well that appearing to be in a legitimate and honest trade was often the best cover for other exploits. After the governor offered clemency to anyone becoming a landowner, my friend leased the space off Queen Street and opened the Fox and Bull. I entered the pub. It was nearly empty, save Captain Sterling, who I had met at the docks who was talking to another gentleman in the corner. And then I caught the other man in the corner. He looked familiar, but I could not place the name. I believed he had ventured with me before, but not under my own charge. I mentally tried to place him when I saw the innkeeper. "Jack, sir. Good to see you today. A round of your finest, spare not expense. Afterall, this is your old friend Henry. None of the cheap stuff now. The bottles under the bar..."

Uh, what I meant was is that the public is welcome there. It is the estate of playwright Noel Coward. He is buried there. His home is open to the public for tours. For those that want to put it on their itinerary it's known as Firefly. It's about $6 U.S. Duh! -- Sir Henry Morgan

I have indeed stood on this location and peered out on this fabulous view. I have also had a drink or two in the fine quarters there, which overlooks the shoreline and the property. That is reality indeed. I can share etchings of the experience if one wants to doubt the claim. Here is the quarters, which now serve as a pub. -- Sir Henry Morgan

This may prove helpful: http://www.lib.unb.ca/collections/loyalist...?id=588&string= Here is the one from Thomas Modyford for Henry Morgan in 1669 Sir Thomas Modyford, Baronet, Governour of His Majesty's Island of Jamaica, Commander-in-Chief of all His Majesties Forces within the said Island and in the Islands adjacent, Vice-Admiral to His Royal Highness the Duke of York in the American Seas. To Admiral Henry Morgan, Esq. Greeting. Whereas the Queen Regent of Spain hath by her Royal Shadula, dated at Madrird the 20th of April, 1669, Commanded her respective Governours in the Indies to publish and make War against our Sovereign Lord the King in these Parts. And Whereas Don Pedro Bayona de Villa Nueva, Captain General of the Province of Paraguay and Governour of the City of St. Jago de Cuba and its Provinces, hath executed the same, and lately in the most hostile and barbarous manner landed his men on the north side of this Island, and entered a small way into the Country, firing all the Houses they came at, killing or taking Prisoners all the Inhabitants they could meet with; and where as the rest of the Governours in these Parts have granted Commissions for executing the like Hostility against us, and are diligently gathering Forces together to be sent to St. Jago de Cuba, their General Rendezvous and place of Magazine, and from thence as the most opportune place to be transported for a thoro' Invasion and final Conquest (as they hope) of this Island, for the prevention of which their mischievous Intentions, in discharge of the great trust which His Gracious Majesty hath placed in me, I do by virtue of full Power and Authority un such cases from His Royal Highness, James Duke of York, His Majesties Lord High Admiral, derived unto me, and out of the great confidence I have in the good conduct, courage, and fidelity of you the said Henry Morgan to be Admiral and Commander in chief of all the Ships, Barques, and other Vessels now fitted, or which hereafter shall be fitted for the publick Service and defence of this Island, and also of the Officers, Souldiers, and Seamen, which are, or shall be put upon the same, requiring you to use your best endeavours to get the vessels into one Body or Fleet, and to cause them to be well mann'd, fitted, arm'd, and victualled, and by the first opportunity, wind and weather permitting, to put to Sea for the Guard and Defence of this island, and of all vessels trading to or about the same; and in order thereunto to use your best endeavours to surprise, take, sink, disperse, and destroy all the enemies ships or vessels which shall come within your view, and also for preventing the intended Invasion against this place, you are hereby further authorised and required, in the case thaht you and your Officers in your Judgement find it possible, or feasable to land and attain the said Town of St. Jago de Cuba, or any other place belonging to the Enemies, where you shall be informed that Magazines and Stores for this War are laid up, or where any Rendezvous for their Forces to Imbody are appointed and there to use your best endeavours for the seizing the said Stores, and to take, kill, and disperse the said Forces. And all Officers, Souldiers, and Seamen, who are or shall be belonging to or embarqued upon the said vessels are hereby strictly enjoyned both by Sea and Land, to obey you as their Admiral and Commander in chief of in all things as be cometh them; and you yourself are to observe and follow all such Orders as you shall from time to time received from His most excellent Majesty, his Royal Highness, on myself. -- Sir Henry

Yes, it is a grand view - one can see the entire coast and any approaching vessels there. One of the best stops on the island for the casual visitor and always welcome, of course... -- Sir Henry Morgan

As for the arrival of The Resurrection, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Determined to get out of the stifling heat that was so much a part of every day in Port Royal, I decided to return to my home on High Street and reconsider the plans that had gone so awry the day before aboard the Oxford. I had some time before the service a five that day for those who had perished. I could not get it out of my mind that it had been sabotage. The Spanairds knew we were going to strike, just not when. I had to figure out our next move against them. Keeping them at bay in their own ports would keep them away from Jamaica, and perhaps more of the Caribbean. Port Royal itself was well fortified -- I had seen to that myself. But I had even bigger plans for our fortifications. The platforms holding the guns at Fort Charles were adequate, but the new fort with ramparts will hold 36 guns. Any ship passing it would come under her guns in three directions. But what if a ship did make it past? There were no defenses in the harbor, or on the open end of the Palisadoes. Unfortunately, the fort is only manned by volunteers from town. The Commander and his two permanently stationed gunners could only do so much. Sure the welcome volleys put on a fine show for visitors and has a sense of show of force. If the Spanish were to discover this venerability, she could send several ships in at once and we could not keep them all at bay with a single fort of volunteers. What is the Resurrection had been such a ship - could the forts guns have disabled her should she have been a fighting ship. These things the governor shows little interest in. He is more interested in my plans to attack them in their own land, which has worked well so far. My only hope is that I can mount a plan that will permanently keep them at bay... too meek to mount any organized campaign against the town. Captain Sterling seemed a good sort. But I didn't sense his immediate interest in a commission at this point. I must have a new council with the remaining captains as well as some of my old buccaneer friends to address this issue. Takes parchment and a quill and scribbles a hastily written note. He folds it and adds his seal Take this to Colonel Cary at the fort. He will know what to do.

The German Princess - A Whacked addition to Port Royal's Population THE GERMAN PRINCESS Two hundred years ago, all London interested itself in the sayings and doings of a sharp-witted adventuress, known as 'the German Princess.' Mary Moders was the daughter of a Canterbury fiddler. After serving as waiting woman to a lady travelling on the continent, and acquiring a smattering of foreign languages, she returned to England with a determination to turn her talents to account in the metropolis, where, on arriving, she took up her quarters at 'the Exchange Tavern, next the Stocks,' kept by a Mr. King. Taking her hostess into confidence, she confessed that she was Henrietta Maria do Wolway, the only daughter and heiress of John de Wolway, Earl of Roscia, in Colonia, Germany, and had fled from home to avoid a marriage with an old count. If Mr. King and his wife had any doubts as to the truth of her story, they were reassured by the receipt of a letter from the earl's steward, thanking them for the kindness they had shewn to his young mistress. Mrs. King had a brother; John Carleton, of the Middle Temple, whom she soon introduced to her interesting guest as a young nobleman. He played his part well, plied the mock-princess with presents, took her in his coach to Holloway and Islington, and vowed himself the victim of disinterested love. On Easter-Day, he proposed to take her to St. Paul's, 'to hear the organs and very excellent anthems performed by rare voices;' but, instead of going there, he persuaded the lady to accompany him to Great St. Bartholomew's Church, where he had a clergyman ready, and Miss Moders became Mrs. Carleton, to the great rejoicing of his relatives. After the wedding, the happy couple went to Barnet for a couple of days, after which they returned, and to make assurance doubly sure, were remarried by licence, and went home to Durham Yard. For a time all went smoothly enough, although the newly-made Benedict found his wife's notions of economy more befitting a princess than the spouse of a younger brother. As weeks, however, passed by without the Carletons deriving any of the expected benefits from the great match, they grew suspicious; good-natured friends, taken into the secret, expressed their doubts of the genuineness of Mrs. John Carleton, and set inquiries on foot. Before long, old Carleton received a letter from Dover, in which his daughter-in-law was stigmatised as the greatest cheat in the world, having already two husbands living in that town, where she had been tried for bigamy, and only escaped conviction by preventing her real husband from putting in an appearance at the trial. Great was the indignation of the family at having their ambitious dream dispelled so rudely. Carleton père, at the head of a posse of male and female friends, marched to Durham Yard, and, as soon as they gained admittance, set upon the offender, knocked her down, despoiled her of all her counterfeit rings, false pearls, and gilded brass-wire worked bracelets, and left her almost as bare as Mother Eve ere the invention of the apron. She strenuously denied her identity with the Dover damsel, but was taken before the magistrates, and committed to the Gatehouse, at 'Westminster, to await her trial for bigamy. Here for six weeks she held her levees, and exercised her wit in wordy warfare with her visitors. When one complimented her upon her breeding and education, she replied: 'I have left that in the city amongst my kindred, because they want it;' and upon a gentleman observing that 'marrying and hanging went by destiny,' told him, she had received marriage from the destinies, and probably he might receive hanging. Among her visitors were Pepys and his friend Creed. Upon the 4th of June 1663, our heroine was brought up at the Old Bailey, before the Lord Chief-Justice of Common Pleas, the lord mayor, and alder-men. If the account of the trial contained in The Great Tryal and Arraignment of the late Distressed Lady, otherwise called the late German Princess, be correct, the result was a foregone conclusion. She was indicted in the name of Mary Moders, for marrying John Carleton, having two husbands, Ford and Stedman, alive at the time. The prosecution failed to prove either of the marriages, and one incident occurred which must have told greatly in her favour. 'There came in a bricklayer with a pretended interest that she was his wife; but Providence or policy ordered it another way. There was a fair gentle-woman, standing at the bar by her, much like unto her, to whom he addressed himself, saying: "This is my wife;" to which the judge said: "Are you sure she is yours?" and the old man, taking his spectacles out of his pocket, looked her in the face again, and said: "Yes; she is my wife, for I saw her in the street the other day." Then said the lady: "Good, any lord, observe this doting fellow's words, and mark his mistake, for he doth not know me here with his four eyes; how then is it possible that he should now know me with his two!" At which expression all the bench smiled. Again said she: "My lord, and all you grave senators, if you rightly behold my face, that I should match with such a simple piece of mortality!" Then the old fellow drew back, and said no more.' The accused bore herself bravely at the bar, bewitching all auditors as she played with her fan, and defended herself in broken English. She insisted on her German birth, saying she came to England to better her fortunes—and if there was any fraud in the business, it lay on the other side.; 'for they thought by marrying of me, to dignify themselves, and advance all their relations, and upon that account, were there any cheat, they cheated themselves.' She divided the witnesses against her into two classes - those who came against her for want of wit, and those who appeared for want of money. The jury acquitted her, and when she applied for an order for the restoration of her jewelry, the judge told her she had a husband to see after them. The verdict seems to have pleased the public, and we find lady-loving Pepys recording, 'after church to Sir W. Batten's; where my Lady Batten inveighed mightily against the German Princess, and I as high in defence of her wit and spirit, and glad that she is cleared at the sessions.' The author of An Encomiastick Poem, after comparing his subject to divers famous ladies, proceeds to tell us that: 'Her most illustrious worth Through all impediments of hate brake forth; Which her detractors sought within a prison, T' eclipse, whereby her fame's the higher risen. As gems i' th' dark do cast a brighter ray Than when obstructed by the rival day; So did the lustre of her mind appear Through this obscure condition, more clear. And when they thought by bringing to the bar To gain her public shame, they raised her far More noble trophies—she being cleared quite Both by her innocence and excellent wit.' Mr. Carleton, however, refused to acknowledge his wife, and published his Ultima Vale, in which, after abusing her to his heart's content, he grows sentimental, and indites a poetical farewell to his 'perjured Maria;' whose next appearance before the public was as an actress in a play founded upon her own adventures. Mr. Pepys records: '15 April 1664.—To the Duke's House, and there saw The German Princess acted by the woman herself; but never was anything so well done in earnest, worse performed in jest upon the stage.' The theatre failing her, Mary Carleton took to thieving, was detected, tried, and sentenced to transportation to Jamaica. By discovering a plot against the life of the captain of the convict-ship, she obtained her liberty upon arriving at Port Royal, but becoming tired of West-Indian life, she contrived to find her way back to England, and resumed her old life. For some time she appears to have done so with impunity, in one case succeeding in getting clear off with ₤600 worth of property belonging to a watchmaker. The manner of her arrest was curious. A brewer, named Freeman, having been robbed, employed Lowman, a keeper of the Marshalsea, to trace out the thieves. With this object in view, Lowman called at a house in New Spring Gardens, and there spied a gentlewoman walking in one of the rooms, two pair of stairs high, in her night-gown, with her maid waiting upon her. He presently enters the room, and spies three letters lying upon the table, casts his eye upon the superscription of one of them, directed to a prisoner of his; upon which the lady began to abuse him in no measured terms, and so drew him to look at her more closely than he had done, and thereby recognise her as Mrs. Carleton. He at once took her into custody for the watch-robbery; she was tried at the Old. Bailey, found guilty, and sentenced. to death. She was executed at Tyburn on the 22nd of January 1672-3, with five young men, 'who could not, among them all, complete the number of 120 years.' She made a short exhortation to the people, sent some words of good advice to her husband, whose portrait she placed in her bosom at the last moment. Her body was given up to her friends, by whom it was interred in the churchyard of St. Martin's, and 'thus,' says her biographer, 'exit German Princess, in the thirty-eighth year of her age, and the same month she was born in.' In Luttrell's Collection of Eulogies and Elegies, there is preserved an 'Elegie on the famous and renowned Lady,' Madame Mary Carleton, which concludes with HER EPITAPH Here lieth one was hurried hence, To make the world a recompense For actions wrought by wit and lust, Whose closet now is in the dust. Then let her sleep, for she bath wit Will give disturbers hit for hit. Some of her letters... http://www.crimeculture.com/earlyunderworl...yCarleton2.html Sir Henry

Aye Captain Sterling. I saw notice of his services this morn in the daily heraldings. Seems like a good chap with lots of medical know how. He should be able to put your mate in good stead. I know not where this vessel hails from, but she is welcome in Port Royal. Any ship is these days. We welcome the plunder and the new citizens it brings. The town is bustling to be sure. Our most recent census puts us at about 5,000, including children and slaves. If it is made you can be sure to find it her, Captain. I know that his Lordship, Governor Modyford is open to the commission of privateers is most open to bolstering the ranks of ships in service to the colony. I can arrange a meeting with him if you would like. Excuse me one moment while I greet our new guests. Part of being in service to his majesty. Before I allow you to enter our fair city. I must ask who are and your nature of business here. I have already met your good captain. But I do want to know who you may be. "Ana." And what be your last name dear lady? "Who wants to know?" I am your most humble servant, Admiral Henry Morgan, Commander of the Jamaican Fleet and consult to his most Excellent Thomas Modyford, Governor of Jamaica. You might say that my interests here are far and wide - including the import and export trade here and leader of the expeditionary forces against the Spanish in these waters. I ask again, dear lady, what is your name and what is your business here in Jamaica? She glances back and Graves, and then turns, knowing that her answer about being his sister was not enough to satisfy Admiral Morgan. If only the Customs Collector had been the one to greet the ship instead of the governor's crony. "We were just going for a short walk," Read interjects. "I see no reason why she must be interrogated so. I should think that her arrival would not interest the great Admiral Morgan among the many arrivals that make land in Port Royal each day." And you are, sir?

Sir Henry makes his way back to the dock. The Resurrection is just tying up. The docks are filled with activity. Many of the shops have closed in the midday heat and the merchants have moved to the docks to see what the arriving ship may be carrying. The arrival of a ship in port is always a cause for celebration in town. Especially a ship of this size which holds the promise of great spoils to be had. Sir Henry surveys the ship and notes the passengers aboard her, now at the rail and looking about the bustling town. He sees several sailors, two men and a striking woman. Looks like we have company, Captain Sterling. A fine ship she is. With hope she has a rich cargo to share with the merchants. And you Captain Sterling... how was your last adventure. Fruitful I hope? - Admiral Morgan Admiral of the Jamaican Fleet

Always good to have a medical man in town. We have had a shortage of them as of late. I'm sure you will find great success here sir. Welcome! -- Admiral Morgan Admiral of the Jamaican Fleet