Capt. Sterling

Hmmm I thought it was Tia Dalma or do they just want us to think that since her locket matches Davy's music box???

ADMIRAL VON UBER PIRATE ................ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Talk about the ultimate Thread Nazi!

powder

Interupting briefly.... Cheers Silkie... Sterling says bandaging up his own knee... Okay Spanish Dogs carry on with Jack there....

lunatic

You could try and google the White Horse Tavern in Newport RI.... they claim the place was a major hang out for pyrates in its day and had numerous tunnels beneath it where pyrates hid their loot.... last Halloween we showed up for lunch, in our kit, which brought the owner out to see us and ask who we were... we told him we were the "tunnel inspectors"

Dip yer colours

My grey beaver is from Dirty Billy's and is worth every penny... and it only cost me 125.

I think Plow and Hearth carries something like that in their catalogs as well and I've also seen something that looks like a large pillar candle that these little numbers can be dropped into and they really look like the real thing... they are a great substitute when safety reasons exclude the real thing

few and far between

OH well... will bow out now...

I would think everyone portrays pirates for all sorts of different reasons so how can anyone person say which is the correct reason? None of us can really... although some of us might try. Our crew strives to be historically accurate but we can take an historically correct fact and either play it as straight history or turn it completey on its head and entertain folks with that same historical lesson... and boy the kids learn it that much faster than just lecturing them... we try to feel out our spectators and go with what we hope they'll appreciate most and still learn from... And of course we're all in it to enjoy each other's company, make new friends whether historical or fantasy, and, plain and simple, have fun!

Sterling cuts the tendons behind Juan's knee and steps back as the fella falls to the floor. He wipes his blade off on Juan's coat... "See there Jack, the lasses can well fend for themselves... Well done Silkie my dear!"

"Have a care Jack! Belay that action! Tossing one's personal blade about like that.... but I get yer point," Sterling says with a bored sigh. "Here Rumba, thank ye kindly darlin, " Sterling says taking back his sword... He moves closer to the battle. "All right Jack... I'll take this ugly little wretch here...." he taps Juan on the back with the tip of his sword.. "Oi come about ye smelly creature..."

If ye be wantin a hand Jack, I'd be more than happy to oblige, Sterling says, laying his sword upon the table within easy reach. But surely these spanish dogs be easy work for the likes of you. I'll have a drink waitin fer ye when ye be done... quick work of em I'll wager you'll make it! Oi Ray, ye best bring what Jack's thirsten fer now, he won't be long!

The artillery guys in the American Rev. War hobby usually have some slow match on hand... so it still must be available for sale... can anyone confirm??

wasted

Yes If I, indeed took it upon myself to perform such a task... but I perfer to allow them to finish with said noose... I reckon I will have to wait a bit... a number of decades at least, before they are actually ready to hang anyone... As to my "priceless" moniker... touche`

knots

Captain Sterling kicks back from the table.. "All right then, I give... methinks I shall be happy to go first as ye say. Since ye can't count worth a damn, methinks I shall be quite safe."

I got to fight on her for a reenactment of the Battle of Groton, back in the 80s... what a blast... attacking the fort, then down over the side in to boats and rowed to the beach... just TOO cool!

dirt

“Cate?” Sterling muttered as he tried to stir himself. By God, he felt horrible …. “Cate!” “Easy there Captain… ye be in Jamaica sir, not London Towne… the good Empress can no help ye,” Symms said, keeping his voice low. “Ye have let yerself wait too long this time with the sickness, sir. Thank God fer Mr. Hazzards finding ye a doctor to tend to ye. Pleased I am to be seein ye awake sir. Ye gave us a good fright this time.” “What be the time?” Sterling asked, struggling to sit up. He felt the steward hold him down. “Tis early yet sir. The sun not yet be up besides ye be goin no where this day or the next. We all be needin ye to get well. Ye do not want the Admiral to be pressing the Archangel now do ye? Join in this scrap of yer own free will is what ye should be known fer otherwise folks will only be remembering that we was pressed and not that ye were too ill to get the proper papers.” “Master March?” Sterling asked too weary to fight the old man. “Sent word did he. Yer precious ‘Angel is in good hands in the yards. They be doing a fine job refitting her, they be … and Mistress March will be coming later in the day to pay ye a visit..” “And where is she?” Sterling asked. He closed his eyes, too tired to hold them open. “I hear she and Mr. March are staying close to the….” Symms began. “Not Skittles… Lill… Mistress McKinney. Where is she?” Sterling whispered. “I think it best sir ye go back to sleep fer now. Rest is what ye be needing,” Symms said readjusting the bedclothes.

Symms rose and walked Reiley to the door. But before the man could leave, Symms blocked his path. “The captain were a kind man to take me on as his steward when times were tough. I want to be thinking ye fer helping him tonight. I do not know where I’d be without the Archangel or this man. Where might I be finding ye ifin the captain has need of ye again? And,” Symms paused a moment. “I know he’ll be wantin to square with ye… a labourer is always worthy of his wages, he’ll be sayin as soon as he can.” As the old man waited for Reiley’s answer, he held out his hand to him. “I be sure I be not the only one thankful for yer services.”

‘Aye enough to know the captain needs someone prayin over him on a daily basis, “ the old man said with a huff. He glanced over Reiley once, it was true the man had done the best he could, and looked weary enough for his efforts. “Thank ye fer trying lad,” Symms said then fixed his stare on the man in the bed. “This will kill Mother Rose it will, ifin he doesn’t be pulling through this time round,” he added with a sigh. “Mother Rose? You mean the London bawdy house mistress?” Reiley asked. “Aye, the very one. Do you know her then?” Symms asked, still focused on the slow rising and falling of his captain’s chest. “Who doesn’t? The greatest beauty of our age,” Reiley replied. “I’ve seen her once and she lives up to her title that one does. He knows her then?” he added with a nod of his head toward his patient then added with a grin. "Fortunate fella he is." But the old steward did not seem as amused. “Aye that the captain does. I remember a time when I were at a loss for a ship. I were in the said house for the first time. The wars were over… at least for a time and he had just returned home. A young captain he was then, but then his father could purchase for him his heart’s content. And yet he were a successful one in spite of some of the jealous scuttlebutt amongst some of the other captains. Ye see,” Symms turned and looked to his companion and leaned forward with a conspiratorial whisper. “There be those that say although the captain be Lord Sterling’s son, he be not his legitimate heir but a bastard brought back into the fold. Be that as it may, I were in said house that now bears Mother Rose’s title and it seems to me that some how he had managed a hand in aiding her to make the purchase of it. She owns a number of profitable businesses now, thanks to her past …” he paused and cleared his throat. “Efforts shall we say? Ever so close they were then. Carried on together like lovers even in public, and yet the captain has never laid claim to Mother Rose in such a fashion…” “Perhaps,” Reiley chuckled . “Because so many others do it for him. I must confess I’ve heard the rumors also but I never reckoned he to be one and the same Sterling. And why has there not been a match between the two then?” “Aye but Rose be a force to be reckoned with and values her freedom too much… sometimes I think she’s driven that characteristic into the captain as well… she has a tremendous influence over him, unlike any other woman. And it is said that she trusts him more than any other man she knows. I have seen the pair together and I can believe this is true of what is said of them… and yet, once he fell head over heels for a girl that worked in Mother Rose’s employ. Actually up and married this Tess and his father were furious with him! But not nearly as much as Rose. In time though, seeing the captain’s happiness, Mother Rose came around again but the father never did. Cut his son off he did, completely, even went so far as to have him thrown out of court. ‘Sir John’ is now a thing of the past, although the captain has his lesser George still… and some say thanks to Rose for that as well. Things are still not well between father and son and all the more this fine lady has stepped in to help out the captain. Grown closer they have and with time most likely closer still. By all that’s holy, some even say it were her that raised the money to ransom him from the Turks, but that is nigh impossible for a woman of her class. Most believe it was Queen Mary who done so for him as he was always a favorite. Turned heads he did before the Turks got hold of him and disfigured his face. He could have had his pick of ladies and he threw it all away for some pretty whore. And now look at him… tis not like he’s not been plagued by ague before… picked that up from the Turks as well he did, but he has never let himself get this poorly before. Ifin ye ask me its because of that sea witch actress he’s taken with now. By the devil, she will not have him as a proper husband, and yet she always comes back to him and sets his hopes up all over again.” Symms looked back at his charge and lowered his own head with a sigh. “Tis my fault, really, that he’s like this now. Never should I have allowed her to stay the other night with him. She’s done it to him again and I fear he may be finally giving up. Shook he were when I came to serve em their breakfast. Like someone managed to drive a cutlass through him.” He turned his head and looked at Reiley. “I say me prayers for him, but I wonders, can even God help a man who allows himself to be a fool over such a woman?”