Capt. Sterling

Wow nice shot! Well Sir Henry, must be nice to be King... I mean govenor....

I can vouch for that! The instructions are very simple to follow and I would highly recommend trying the period correct instructions... we're talking by hand here, so it may take you a wee bit more time but well worth it... the period correct finished product IS THAT MUCH BETTER. Hector

Still no word. Knowing all too well the difficulties of catching up with the post, Sterling is never the less disappointed. The captain wanders slowly from the docks allowing himself time to explore more of the town. Acquainting himself with some of the shops, a trinket catches his eye in one particular window. A fashion baby. Not truly a doll but an item used to display the latest fashions in a smaller scale. He glances up at the sign to confirm the Mantua maker's profession. The doll, dressed in a lavender striped gown would be stunning on his Sarah. Perhaps if he could purchase just the yard goods, enough to send back to London. For a moment he thinks about pawning his wedding band. It is of no use to him now but thinking better of the entire transaction he moves on, making a note of the location of the shop. Perhaps he can return and make the purchase at another time. The notice, posted outside the Fox and Bull is the next thing to cause him to pause. Sarah will have to wait. He enters the Fox as another man exits, carrying a fine checker board. He moves to the bar. "Rhenish please and might I be asking the whereabouts of the gentleman, Patrick Hand, who posted the notice. " Hand is pointed out to him. Sterling takes up his glass after tossing a coin on the bar top, and makes his way to the small area, Mr. Hand is currently in command of. "Beggin yer pardon Master Hand, but I would like to make inquiries regarding the red wool suit. I have two middys to clothe, and at their ages, it seems almost an impossible task to keep them in something that fits."

Well let's see short on cash, hmmm, daughter to support, possible wife/mistress to keep in the future... creditors hounding me... hmmm, being a man of character and since I am still waiting to get into the yards for a refit... I may go the legal way.... BUT we shall see!!!

Mighty decent of ye Red Maria! cheers! Hector

Has anyone ever come across a detailed description of how one would have gone about obtaining a Letter of Marque? Thanks, Hector

okay so what would be the proper proceedure for obtaining Letters of Marque other than just sitting around the admiralty offices? were there interviews? costs? bribes? how political was such a thing? I've never really read a detailed account... Hector

Enough, Sterling thought to himself as he reckoned the value of what the Resurrection might bring at auction. She was not his prize and he knew he had no cause to even think such a thing. Had he grown that desperate for money? he wondered. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and wiped the perspiration on the cuff of his glove. "Damn Port Royal, " he muttered under his breath. "Damn Jamaica!" He should be back in London, creeping slowly along the congested Thames with prizes in tow. "Oh Sarah, I've let ye down again," he whispered. He felt compelled to finally make his way toward the church but did not take the steps. Instead he moved closer to the ship that rocked gently before him, ignoring the charming lady in black, now beset upon by Morgan and some lad of middling sorts. "Ahoy Resurrection," he hailed the man at the ship's railing. When the man onboard ceased looking over the bustle of the dock and turned to glance down, Sterling called up, "From whence have ye come and mayhaps ye have any letters from England?"

Wait until you see the new website Kass has in the making!!!

The captain can not help but bow in thanks at Sir Henry's words. "I would be most grateful to ye! I have yet to bring the 'angel into the yards for careening, so I will be about for quite some time," he adds with a sigh. If only Sir Henry could be of influence there as well, he thought to himself. If he delayed too long in port, how many of his crew would wish to look for another ship? "Thank ye again Sir Henry," he mumbles once more, almost absentmindedly. Still proper Letters of Marque were so very necessary. What good would a fine ship and a fit crew be without them... Sterling bows still again as Sir Henry dismisses him for now. He waits for Morgan to turn away before he too turns to leave, but before he does, he can not help but cast one more glance over the Resurrection.

where would the shipyards be?? I can't find them on the map but then my specs are missing

Why Paisley of course, Captain Sterling! I was joking... But there is a mention in the Admiralty Slop Contracts of "flowered" breeches. However we think it is a type of long pile wool, not a fabric printed with flowers. But could you see it? Foxe and Blackjohn and JoshRed and all our authentically-minded friends in slops that look like Bermuda shorts?!?! Oh... the humanity! yeah... snicker, snicker.... so how does one get to vote twice???

Excellant point Lady... yes pirates have pretty much been around since man started out on the sea and are still around today. But, in most cases, the most popularly portrayed time period is the Golden Age of Piracy ... roughly 1675 -1730...

Sterling makes his way slowly to the Admiral's side. Dressed in a simple wool suit, unlaced and unadorned it is the only garment the captain has on board that comes even close to the court's ideal for mourning, he is all too warm and uncomfortable. He is not looking forward to the proceedings at the church's memorial for the crew of the Oxford. He fears they will be all too long and tedious for his liking. Good day to ye Sir Henry, Sterling says bowing low before his better. He quickly runs his good eye over the Resurrection as she sits idle before him. Sir Henry watches as the man must physically turn his entire form to take in the amazing ship. Her carved works alone would pay for the repairs the Archangel needs in entirety, the captain mumbles. I wager a ship such as this would never need to show her heels but if she did one would be hard put to the chase. He stares a moment longer, before, with a shake of his head, as if to bring himself out of a day dream he turns to Sir Henry. Forgive me Sir, I fear I am not as well as I should like. Master Stenbom, was good enough to send something round in the care of one of my officers but, alas, it has yet to do the trick. Will you be presiding over the memorial proceedings later this day? Sterling is quick to change the subject, his last voyage more than a waste of time. Following rumors of pirate activity and hoping for a capture or two, the Archangel was, instead, beclamed for far too long. When the winds did pick up his only choice was to return someplace close to refit and take on new provisions, his water having run all too dangerously low. His mind, now set only on breaming his ship, everything else seemed but a waste of time. Now all he could do was continue to wait until his vessel was able to take its turn at the shipyards and see what the cursed teredo worm had accomplished.

Well sir, the first question you really need to ask yerself, then answer, is what type of pyrate you chose to be... on this list you will find both Ren. Faire and Living Historian type pirates... Ren Faire sort, and please Ren Faire folk, feel free to jump in and correct me as this is just my preception, but Ren Faire folk act the part of a pirate, not necessairly anything historical but just to go out and have great fun and entertain the public. Living Historians/Reenactors go to the extreme in making sure their kit is as authentically reproduced as possible in order to educate the public... and then there are those like me... reenactors that chose to dress and act as authentically as possible and yes, educate but also entertain by trying to recreate more of the live style and not just enough to "talk" about what type of cutlass one should be carrying... and in the end just plain have fun.... answer that question first and then we all can point you in a certain direction! :)

Oi Pat when are you joining the game...

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Greetings to ye Master Stenbom. My name is Andrew March of the Archangel..I've come on behalf of me captain. His head still be plaguin him, sometin fierce. He tried drinkin it off last night, but most likely has only made things worse upon his self. Would ye be kind enough to give me something to tide him over until the service at the church concludes?

I figure so everyone can get a better idea of Port Royal, they can check out this page...... http://nautarch.tamu.edu/portroyal/ Lots of good information, so we can keep it accurate........ Thanks to Pat for the above info

OOC: This is a quick notice to alert all those who have chosen to develop their historic characters in Port Royal, Jamica, that there is now a second/joint thread to where all can post questions/advice on historical background info or technical role playing info. The only reason being, a hope to avoid constantly breaking the story line by popping in and out of character... Hope this helps all involved.... Carry on creating now... BIC JC Sterling

This thread is where those folks, participating in the serious role playing thread..Port Royal Jamica , can ventur to post any questions regarding the historical background and or any technical questions regarding role playing. Why a second/joint thread? So as to avoid constantly disrupting the original story line of the role playing thread by going in and out of character.... Hope this helps ! JH Sterling

Alerted by the cannon shot, Sterling goes ondeck to watch the new arrival take her place at the docks to unload whatever cargo or passengers she carries. "Good evening, Captain," March offers, knuckles to the brim of his cocked hat. "I've dipped our colours to the Resurrection." "Thank ye Master March," I reply as I continue to watch the new ship bring herself along side the wharf, the sun light rapidly failing her. "Can not rest sir? Tis yer head be bothering ye again?" March asks, his voice lowering. "Aye," I answer. Tis enough for my first officer, he knows me all too well. "I've seen this ship once before," I comment then shift, looking about my own. Everything, as always, is in order. My crew is good one. And yet, I can always do with a few more hands and then, some times I fear I will never find the money to keep them happy. I turn to my steward and ask for hat, gloves and sword. "I be for a turn about the town, Master March. I'll warrant there be a tavern worth venturing into for a glass of port and a bit of news." I know if I find it the glass will rapidly turn to a bottle and then some. I turn and collect the things I have requested from my steward. He pockets in my coat a small snaphance as well. "Watch yer back Captain," he mumbles trying to keep to his place. "No slipping the cable," I call to the first officer. "Surely ye jest sir?" Master March replies, as he has a hundred times before.

OOC: Question... is there a way to turn all this into a printable format... to keep tabs on all this offline as well as on? Hector

JC. Sterling, Captain, The Archangel Personal journal. My God, what a day to follow such a night! One canst hardly fathom that ye Oxford be gone. Many a good man lost. And now a challenge from Sir Henry himself, to band together and take up arms... My crew say have at it and yet as I sit and try to write, my head throbs not only from my 'gift' for being nasara-damarahum Al-lah, but from torn loyalties to a country that has abandoned me time and time again, from my very own Father to the King himself. I, an only son, married under the sign of the Pen and Hand, against my father's wishes to a girl of no property, I was not to be disinherited.... post haste. Shortly enough, though, after the death of two sons and a third along with my wife in child bed, outcast from Court, and forced to beg for Letters of Marque to hunt pirates off the coast of North Africa in order to avoid selling shares of the Archangel to investors to keep her afloat. My God, she now be the only thing left I can call my own save for a daughter in the care and keeping, not of family, but a Coffee-house mistress who promises to keep Sarah safe and to bring her up fit to be married. But to whom? My own class turns callous toward me and ye middling sort claim I can never be one of them. Mayhaps I should have remained in slavery in Algiers... little did any one I know lift a finger to have me ransomed. And now this, a call to arms. Sir Henry, twas a time when I could call him equal, do I dare to show my face in hopes to obtain ye necessary commissions? A chance to win prizes and perhaps some glory? At least to keep ye 'Angle to myself and me crew? Mayhaps to send my first officer, Andrew March for ye papers, and to show only myself at church. God's teeth, must put pen to rest for ye strain of seeing ye page is grown too great. Some port and perchance some sleep before I send myself to church on ye morrow. All characters/names/conditions are the sole property of C. A. Salone and cannot be used without permission... Copyright/TM 2000.

and what exactly do you mean by "flowered" ??