Jack Roberts

And my serger decides to throw a screw. I get it back together, and now the machine won't stich right. Ahhhhh!!!. (I know an overlock stich is inacturate, but I'm making ten costumes. I need to cut corners where I can.) So now i'm stuck taking it down to a repair shop tomorrow. Anyone else have any suggestions or experience with such machines? Tip or Tricks? Just venting some frustration.

Ahh but my dear Foxe do you have any evidence to it being used in GAoP? Well its not in "Twill" So I digress.

I walked as if not to be seen. Hiding in shadows were, I could. I left the Fox and Bull and paid my bill there. I just know that capt’n Ransom is looking for me now. I tried to resist the urge to go and celebrate, but it was just too much. “A pocket full of coins and no where to spend it? What was a pirate to do?” I thought. I looked around and stepped in to the nearest tavern and ordered a fine rum to start it off with.

So capt'n do you play the fiddle?

Yes I believe it is snuff. Look at his right hand, you can see him holding the lid of the tin.

My wife and I are busy using this pattern for our crew of 10 people. (We're heading down to Pyrates in Paradise.) SO far so good. I've made 9 vests, 5 shirts and one coat, (thats mine). The pattern isn't to bad. I have a overlick machine and I cheated somewhat on the vests and sowed them a bit different. I've made My own pants patterns. One for the men and one for the women. I plan On posting an entire write up of the whole project when done. It's been a long road and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Here are some pic of what I've done. (I posted most of these already in the Rabble Rousing)

and to think I had a role in all of this. "snif" Fare thee well.

As I rowed back to shore, I glanced at my passenger. He rolled over with a cough. My left shoulder ached; the slash I had received earlier was throbbing. I peered back through the darkness at the ship. No one knew what hit them. My last trip there had proved useful. “I need to hide for awhile. I’m sure that capt’n is going to be worse off than a mother wolf who’s lost her cubs,” I thought. I had a few wounds myself that needed tending to. “Come now my friend.” I whispered in Killingsworth’s ear. ”I hope you can walk. We must make to the Shipp”. He groaned as we continued on our way . What a pair we made. I was stripped down my shirt and breeches, and this man was completely miserable. We reached the Shipp, and I slip in the back door as instructed. In the darkness of the hallway I search for a door with a flower.

“Descirbe him?” I thought, “oh great,” I don’t really know where he is much less know what the man looks like. “Well,” pausing for a moment, “He is being held captive abroad a ship here in the harbor.” Lying through my teeth. Well mot really lying, I mean I saw what I saw but whose to say. “and he was beaten about the face a bit and was hard to make out any real features.” Boy I hope that was convincing. I glanced over and was the smoking man still watching. Lets see what this lady has to offer.

I looked about the room eyeing the patrons. I see a man, with smoke bellowing around him, paying attention to us. I steal myself back to the current situation and add, “I believe a mister Killingsworth would interest you?” There I was throwing myself into another ridiculous situation. I hoped to grab some decent coin out of this. I certainly hope so.

Thats what I 've heard on this forum so far, but pyrates were attacking the Spainish. Could they have picked up a cigar from them perhaps? Just a thought. Would they just tear up the tobacco from a cigar and toss it in there pipe? I mean if pyrates were raiding their ships, I wonder if they might have picked smoked at least what was on board. Maybe? I dunno, just speculating here. (please no flaming, I'm just throwing out a theroy. ) What do you all think?

Yes, you might be right. Look at his right hand. I seems he his holding something.

The gentleman on the right, what might he be doing? I wonder, it looks a lot like a cigarette or a small cigar of some sort. What do you all see? I pulled it from this webite http://www.costumes.org/history/100pages/leloirX1.htm

Ditto! I was thinking the same thing. It in amazing condition. Have any more photos?

My mind raced for the proper response. I bowed forward and paused. “I can slay men in battle but this woman can stop me dead in my tracks?” I thought, resisting the urge to just murder her right there. “My deepest apologies, my lady." "I'm a, errr, a sailor.” Returning upright careful not to meet her eyes. “My name is Jack Roberts." Trying to remember what I have seen others do when in the presence of such a class. "I heard your call yesterday down by the docks."

Well at least I made off with my hide. I’m not sure if that capt’n has this Killingsworth, but maybe I can throw St. Claire in the mix and see. I run back to the Fox and Bull and grab my best coat. It a maroon color and made of silk. Some thing I aquired a few months back. Maybe I can try to look presentable. A quick shave and a check of my tricorn and I’m off. As I walk towards the way of the Shipp, and breeze through the door. I spot her, drinking her coffee and peering out the window. “Good morning. Ms. Tess St Claire” I said as I strolled up, with a low bow. “I may have some information for you, If you're willing to listen my lady.”

“Whew.” I thought, ”I might just get out of this one after all.” Addressing the Capt’n, “Well I believe I’ll be at the Fox and Bull should anything arise.” “You may leave any correspondence under the name Jack Roberts.”

“Have you been on shore lately?” “The rumor has been all over town. This Killingsworth has been supposed to have killed a maid and shot another capt’n.” “Blast.” I thought to myself. She’s not going for it. I had heard that someone saw a boat loading a body on to a ship. I deduced that it was probably this ship. It was a rough guess at best. Now I wasn’t so sure. Gathering my wits so as not to show my ture emotions. “I’ve found out that this Tess woman is looking for this man. She’s quite wealthy. I bet she would pay handsomely for his return.”

For yer hat, I would definatly shellac it. I posted a similar questions awhile back. (I'll dig it up here in a moment.) I never thought of the salt water trick, I'll have to do that. When I get home. The shellac makes the hat really floppy which can good or bad. I got a very unquie shape to it. I left it upside down and got really rounded edges. Keep in mind that the hat will be hard when you shellac it and it will shrink a bit while it dries. I stretched it out with a bag tied around me head and put the hat on while it dried. (If you have a head rag put that on to, then bag it.) I'll try to post pics later, It's going to be a few days, I'm clear accross the country right now.

I had to go and modify my last post in the Port Royal saga. I realized that I had missed something in the conversation. Hope that doesn't screw anyone up.

Precisly why I asked this in here. I was just wondering. And yes it doesn't make any sense aboard a ship. I was just wondering if there was a instance mentioned anywhere. Through some internet research, I found that the stye of a bullwhip was probably (i emphise probably) in use during the time, and then probably only by those needing to drive livestock. Although it seems that the for of a single tailed whip, in some form, has exsisted since the time of the egyptains. I just happen to have one around and thought it might be an interesting bit add to the kit. But like other have said, it really makes no sense for a pyrate to have one. Thanks for the replies.

“Well, I see… I do apologize for the intrusion, but I was trying to retrieve my prize.” I replied. “You see, I was afraid that you saw me on the boat, rowing mister Killingsworth out to that spit of land. I had tied him up there to the tree. Only to come back and retrieve him when I had found a certain person.” "I guess you had found him there before I had a chance to locate the potential buyer." “I just knew someone would come for him.” I said as I stepped around the blade. “Well that person happens to be a, Tess Sr. Claire. You may know her, or not.” “But I have heard she is wealthy, and that chap there,” I said pointing to the room nearby, “would be worth a pretty penny.”

The ship rising and fall with swell, I slip up the side. “I Must be crazy.” I thought, “Well to late now.” I peek through the bars of the rail. The ship is quiet. A few shipmates on deck, drinking of course. I slip pass them with no problem and roll down to the holds. Most everyone is asleep. After paying a visit to the Three Crownes, I found out that Killingsworth was taken with this capt’n. I spend a good day and eve there, hoping for a tid bit of info. With some more digging and rounds of rum, I find he is being held aboard the Rakesall. Finding my way, I see a door with a man asleep in front of it. As if he was guarding it. I slip in front, I notice that it is the first mate of this ship Ioan. I pull a dagger and cup his mouth, “Please sir, do be quiet. I have a proposition for you.” "“and I promise you it will be quite lucrative ."

I had wandered into this tavern. Mainly out of curiosity. This had been the place of the poor maid’s death. Then come to find out her supposed to have killed her had shot a capt’n and gone missing. “Is there no one where that will procure such a man for me?” I heard ring out through the place. A woman, obviously out of place with all her gowns and dresses, Stepped downed the stairs and shouted. Some burly man piques up and offers his assistance. So out of boredom I decide to follow and see what might be going on. Following down to the docks I quickly ditch my coat, vest, and other effects in the bushes. Disguising myself as a dock worker, I listen in on the conversation. “I am looking for a man. He goes by the name of Killingsworth.” The crowd got quiet on that. I thought to myself, “this man dangerous. No one wants to even talk about him.” All I have heard is the barkeep’s opinion of the subject. “No Lady. No amount of money could make us say. We value our lives too much. It is best that you not mention his name here on the docks. There are 'others' that would wish him ill-will.” Piped one of the dock workers. I soon fell into the shadows and slipped away. Returning back the Shipp, I ordered an ale and hoped the lady would return. I was intrigued. I wondered what could be behind all this. This Killingsworth might be worth something to someone. Maybe this lady would want some info. If I could find it. Then with a rush she walked in, up to her room with a young man in tow. I waited. Then this young man rushed out the door. I recognized him from when we docked earlier. “Sam.” I thought to myself. I followed. He seemed to be spending quite a lot, more than usual. I confronted him. “Hello, Sam!” I shouted in a happy manner. “Uhh, oh, hello.” “Aye, do you not remember me? I came aboard the Majesty, a few days ago. Maybe you remember my mate Ritter?” “Aye, yes.” His eyes widened, “Are you Jack?” “The one and only.” “Oh you saved your captain jus’ before came to port, aye. Ritter wouldn’t stop talking ‘bout you. He loves you like a son you know.” “Yes, I am grateful for everything he’s done for me. Tell me why are rushing about so?” “Well, this fancy lady offers me a good sum of money to go and do some things with her. She seems to be looking for a Killingsworth.” Replied my new friend. “Well, any word on his where ‘bouts my good man?” “I don’t know, but you might try the Three Crownes, there might be someone who could help you.” He said with a wink. “Thank you, kind sir. If you happen to have any more to tell me, please do not hesitate.” I said as I slipped a few coins into his hands. On my way to the three crowns….

Thanks Capt'n. I will feel better "bumping" into someone now. Definity agree with the Capt'n on this one. I started reading the beginning and spent a good 3 or 4 days catching up.