Capt. Sterling

Found this rendition of Blackbeard in one of the school's National Geographic Explorer mags...

Hey Pat, now, not trying to argue historical correctness, just curious where you came up with this... very clever.... I like it. Of course with tent ropes like that there is no obstacle course from rum drunk pirates!

Ah the good old days... now you need to lie and tell them you need it two months prior to the actual date and they still screw it up! Sorry to hear your surprise just isn't going to go as planned... at least print out a picture of what's coming, unfortunately later than sooner.

Maybe that's the basket by his feet

Sorry no breathing room for fall front breeches during the GAoP... didn't come around until what...1750s I believe... again as Kass has always said, don't make the rare common or the common rare...breathing room or no...

hmmm just found this, 1728, just a bit late for GAoP but still interesting for you moms.... by Willem van Mieris

I always liked this picture that Foxe has over at his site, especially for its detail... but he only shows a small portion of it... well, the other day I found the whole thing and the explanation for it was that the captain was out shopping with his wife... don't know how true that is but if it is, the look on the man's face is priceless and just goes to show that some things never change...

Certainly do NOT blame you there.... ugh...that and petticoat breeches

Aside from some of the glaring mistakes that still need to be corrected in our kits, you guys really need to learn to tie yer cravats.... snigger...

Okay not as long as I recalled and a clear break between the top of the boot and the bottom of the breeches... could almost pass for the Dutch style... so I stand corrected... especially if his background is Dutch.

The only thing is though, what we call Renaissance is NOT GAoP....yes they may have had pirates then but tis a different time frame all together.

And for the middling sort in all of us... just a small spattering From Mauron's The Cries of London Original Fashion plates from the LACMA collection and a print by Biscart (sp) for an edition of Robinson Crusoe

As Patrick said, for GAoP... skin tight, no, but not as baggy as Rush's appear in the movie.... here some more 1703 prints of breeches from Luyken 1678 and circa 1680-1690 circa 1696

Can someone post a picture of Barbossa (Geoffry Rush) actually wearing them...If I recall correctly the trousers are made not to end below his knees but are long enough to tuck into his boots... something breeches did not appear to do at that time frame... if one desires long, full breeches, like Rush's appeared to be in the flick (again from what I remember), then the thing that comes to mind is something circa 1620-30s.... Nob1629 Nobleman from the Garden of French Nobility series by Abraham Bosse 1625 Cavalier by Jacques Callot (1592-1635) which would seem more appropriate for the "style" of boot Rush is wearing... like unto Musketeers or prior to ECW. Also the slashed/open sleeves on his coat.... The picture posted from Costumer's Manifesto almost looks like something of Racinet's (1825-1893). Here, once again, my naughty originals of Dutch Mariners, Both images taken from Caspar Luyken's work published in 1703 Again look at the picture, the breeches end beneath the knee, (and oops NO BOOTS) not down at midcalf to tuck into boots...although on a dress dummy as pictured one really can't tell how they sat on Rush.... again a picture of him would help more... and remember if they are long enough to tuck down into boots, (like modern riding breeches) just wrong and also because the type of bucket boots that Disney is trying to emulate are no longer being worn in the GAoP. Of all the mariners portrayed in the Disney films, to me, the Endinburgh captain and his cronies, in the second film, looked the closest to the real thing. JMHO

told ye Lady B, twas well worth the trip over....

Oh no, this one has to be large...its priceless....

^ Pragmatic < I have no time to be romantic, just ask Cheeky and the Wif...snigger V pass along the question

BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!! Geeze the two of you together is just plain scary!!!

In which case, what Barbossa is wearing is no...

You have more clothes than I do?? Fancy Dan Sterling ... snigger Hmmm looks like I better start working on slops for folks and weskits... Oi Callenish, if I brought along some extras would you mind trying to sell them at your tent, of course adding yer share on top of what I might be asking?

“Damnation!” Sterling exploded as the keg outside did as well. He felt the blow deep in his center and threw himself back down to the floor of his cell, hands covering his head as best as chains would allow. For seconds after the noise of the explosion faded, there was complete silence along the row of cells. All anyone could hear, at first, was the ringing in their ears, then abruptly prisoners began to stir … and yell … and bellow … and create all manner of noise. Sterling cautiously rolled over onto his side and sat up. Smoke rolled into his cell. “Yer brother?” Sterling hollered, heal of palm now against his ear, trying to revive his hearing. He was answered with a broad grin from the man next door. Then both moved quickly to the wall, fanning away the smoke as they went. Finn’s grin grew even larger as a hole, large enough for a small man to pass through now miraculously appeared at the base of the wall to his cell. The only problem was that the hole did not extend far enough. If the captain were lucky, he could possibly pass his hand through the tiny opening on his side of the bars. With a hard kick, Finn brought his foot to bear upon the surrounding stone. Only several small pieces of gravel fell to the ground, nothing else gave. It was then the sound of guards clamoring down the hallway overpowered the racket of the prisoners. Sterling looked back over his shoulder then quickly to Finn. “Go! Now! Before ye lose yer chance!” he urged. “Go to my wife! By now my ship has fled these waters. There is no one here that can help me other than she. And for God's sake, tell her I love her! ” Sterling froze as a familiar voice drowned out the others. He turned and made his way back to the door to his cell and watched as the guards continued their way down the hall, beating back the hands that stretched outward toward them through iron bars. It was not difficult to spot the tall man in black who took up the rear, ordering the others to hurry. The soldiers stopped before Sterling’s cell, keys hastily put to use and the door flung open causing Sterling to step back nearly stumbling over the chains that bound his ankles. “Take him!!” Nimrod Pinon wailed. “Isolate him from the others I said! Bury him deep in the bowels of this stink hole or you will answer for it!!” Hands seized hold of Sterling, no one taking notice of the goings on in the next cell over. Once again he was dragged down the dark hallway, the tall man in black following close at hand. “Wait! Why are ye doing this? Why am I being treated differently from any of the others?” Sterling asked as he was carried along, but his shouts only fell on deaf ears.

"Aye, of course not. None of us ever are, are we?" Sterling replied. "Tell my wife that, if ever ye find yerself on the outside of this prison again... and tell my bloody lawyer that as well, for it seems as though I shall never have the chance to speak with him personally." He closed his eyes. The 'Angel no pyrate ship. Of course she wasn't. A small brigatine, true she were no swift sloop, but her speed was still good and she had been pierced to carry more guns then others of her class. Built in the privately owned Blackwall yards in London, her makers had been proud of her the day they handed her over to Sterling's safe keeping. No, certainly no pyrate's first choice for a ship, but a fine craft designed to hunt down and capture them that practiced the very thing he now stood accused of.

Sterling twisted half way about, trying for a better view, chains protesting as he did. He strained in the darkness and though the voice was familiar, he could not place what little he saw. "Forgive me but I do not recall..." he stopped and tried once more, then shook his head, giving up. He turned about again and leaned back once more against the door of his cell. "It seems I have been brought here on the charges of pyracy and the shooting of some fellow from one of the plantations, or so I have been told. I only know the former to be a false, I have no recollection of the later. And what of yerself?"