Bright

To all me lads & lasses,

We has made a fine suggestion, to write down the incidences and particulars of the storm we went through during Harbor Fest. I think this a grand idea and rather than just have my thoughts the whole crew should pitch in their perspective as well.

To get us started there's an incident after we first got kicked on our arses, I was standing outside with 3 or 4 mates and one (probably one not from Charleston), said he was glad it was over. I told him not to relax because the storm was likely to circle around and hit us again. Which (of course) it did. I'm sure such a display of seamanship made an impression on him and he told the story all the way back to Maryland. The storm is the kind of thing we should have in our log. All of ye that were in camp email me so I can add your names to the log only mates that were encamped in the village need to respond. If ye sought shelter in car or building or your lover's place or boarding house need not respond. Don't worry, I ll make sure you are involved in the next natural disaster. The legend and lore of the Charles Towne Few will make a great addition to the stories of the English Main.

In Spirit & Health,

Capt. Red Richard

Ayes returned to camp to find Jake a crew member of the Bermuda visiting with Edward Lowe. Edward Lowe introduced us to our visitor to camp and he came over to my dinning fly to visit with me and make inquires of our encampment as the Crew of the Vigilant head out to dine in town and asked that ayes keep watch on their area of camp as they were all heading into town.

The sky's darkened and the rains came in as ayes entertained or guest under me dinning fly till the winds began to blows the rains vertically under the fly. We retired to inside our tent as the winds howled and the thunder claps came closer and more frequent as the rains came down in 85 gallon drums. We would step out to the fly from time to time to to check on the pools forming in the fly and the surrounding tents to see how's they were fairing the weather. Our guest inquired as whether we were concerned with the rains but ayes told him its wasn't the rain but the winds as we be in one of the larger tents in camp a and all that canvas acted muck like a large sail. As he was on Bermuda he understood the power of the heavy winds on a large canvas. As we pushed a large pool that was forming from our fly the wind lifted the corner of Vigilante's large fly behind our tent pulling their iron stakes from the ground and whipping them about on the end of the lines lifting three of the support poles in the air and slamming them back to the ground with such force that two of poles snapped right into.

Jake came to assist me as ayes went to aid the failing fly. Aye grabbed the corner line as it sailed past me face and had Jake passed me one of the poles that had not broken in two and we rescued the comer pole and drove the stakes back into the ground holding that corner backing in its place with out that pole and lines in place the the large ridge pole would have certainly toppled over with the next gust crushing whatever lye in its path. The spinning ladies cover gave in at that point but as their was nothing under it and the lasses were not in camp this was not an emendate concern till the commercial steel poled cover that the town had put up at the Conner of the camp as shade for those awating the shuttles, was picked up in air and came back down on its top. We were concerned that it would continue on a rolling path of destruction taking out all other period camp tents in its path but once it was upside down the rain filled it quickly holding it in its place upside down a sort distance from its original space. The Georgetown mates were running to those sties that had no one in camp and trying to keep the pools from filling in fly's so the weight of the water would not tear them into. There was a lull in the Storm and the winds died down for a bit. Our guest Jake took this opportunity to return to the Bermuda as he could see that it was circling back for a second go round. The Crew of the Vigilant returned they were surprised to find that they had suffered some as they said they were rigged for heavy weather. Edward Lowe had another camp set up some distance away from our period encampment and asked that ayes keep watch as he need to check on things there. The mates from Georgetown took to the Pride as they had alls had been soaked to their core draining dinning fly's around the camp. The wind returned again accompanied by the 85 gallon a minute torrent of rains. The winds lifted Edward Lowes fly and drove it back in the ground snapping one of his poles as well blowing his fly up against his tent like a second door covering the entrance to his tent.

The snap must have been louder or different enough from the thunder claps as it awoke Chissy from her slumber as she had sleep through the first torrent or perhaps the change of the winds direction as it cased our fly to make loud pops as the wind would blows it upward toward the sky the back toward the ground violently we thought for sure that it would not survive the second torrent of winds and rains as one of the lines gave way but it seem to ease the strain of the wind from that point and all we suffered was a tear in one of the corners of the fly. But we had our eyes to the sky as we had been advise of tornados seen nears bys.

By me hand

Edward Bright

Well I haven't done one for beer yet but I could not afford the railroad cask for me water so I hide me a five gallon cooler in a dry goods barrel I got for $15.00 and I couln't find the all brass taps so I had to use one that was chrome plated but I have seen them on rum cask ;-}

'cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war'

How's this

That plak will carry yea quick to heven when taking to much rum over is bow

That plak will carry yea quick to heven when taking to much rum over is bow

Two tents and fly from painters drop clothes from lowes ;-}

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Greetings shipmates all!

'Twas a bonny day ta' talk like a Pyrate. Those of you what couldn't make an appearance were sorely missed. The Powder Magazine is a great venue for piratical endeavors. One of the oldest (if not the oldest) building in Charleston.http://www.powdermag.org/

We had a nice area to set up in and the wrought iron bars made several of our crew mates feel right at home.

The staff were very welcoming and hospitable. They mentioned that they would love to have us back.

Mr Beck and the mysterious pyrate Fernando gave us a masterful demonstration of sword play. Fast and hard and exciting (or would have been exciting, but as Captain I was very concerned that we would be wondering how to get rid of the body). You missed a treat those of you who were unable come to town.

A lot more of the public knew about TLAPD than I expected, that added to the fun. We had some very happy children that got some of our swag.

We were graced with the pleasure of two members of the Ladies Auxiliary, Mistress Jean and Mistress Carol. You remember them from Harborfest. They were doing the spinning and weaving and other critical activities from our period in history. If you thought they were fun at Harborfest you need to see them at the Buccaneer.

Captain Richard of the "Pride" joined us along with his crew mate Kevin, They camped with us at Harborfest and are always ready for a good time.

It went off very well, I'm thinking that next year we'll try something larger.

So, that's me note for today.

In Spirit & Blood,

Capt. Red Richard

PS. Ask me what Richard Thomas looked like falling off a cannon. That's one that's not ever going to get old.

Twevle episodes on hulu each abut 43 minuets in lenth and some behind the seance too

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June 2nd, 1691 – North/Northwest of Great Abaco Island – Dawn

After eight days, we catch sight of the Pirata. We lost eleven good men to her Captain Ratchett when we last met; we may finally chance to settle the score. Today there will be no surprise; they see us and know we will catch her before night falls.

June 2nd, 1691 – Midnight

The battle is fully three hours over. The men continue repairs. While victorious, not a man celebrates. We were surprised once again. The men responded in battle as expected – fearlessly. But they must wonder about a Captain that falls prey to a trap twice in a fortnight. No matter – fortune’s smile finds us still the hunter. We closed on the Pirata at dusk, cutting her off as we ran along a series of small cays. I called to hold water, when from behind us, around the east end of a cay, came two pirate brigantines. The nearest, the Revenger. The second ship, its standard a skull with black hair against a scarlet field, was unfamiliar. Ratchet led us to this place! Inside two minutes we would be fighting all three rogues. The Pirata’s first shots found their mark, taking sixteen foot of starboard rail and dislodging two of our

12 pounders. The second tore straight through the foremast. As we closed on her, I ordered men into the yards with flint muskets. Along with all my starboard cannon, the men in the yards opened fire. We wounded her, though once again, not mortally. As the Revenger and the other bore near, luck finally found us: without reason, just as the Revenger and the mystery brigantine achieved their steerageway, the mystery ship fired but a single cannon shot. It hit directly the Revenger just below water, and must have struck her powder, for she unleashed a terrible, wonderful explosion. Perhaps it was the act of a frightened seaman setting a fuse without order. Perhaps it was an act of betrayal or madness. No matter – the Revenger immediately began to list and turn into the mystery brigantine, causing great calamity on both.The Pirata, now heavily damaged, fled along with the mystery ship. Our foremast rigging down, we could not chase.

June 3rd, 1691 – 70 miles Northwest of Great Abaco Island

The Pirata ran North by Northeast. I intend to follow. I know that this course, and course of action, does nothing to put my men at ease. It is not the pursuit of the Pirata – in this the men join with a thirst for vengeance. Rather, it is the destination – the Sea of Mists – that puts them ill at ease. I believe that there is nothing to this devil’s triangle other than rumor and legend. But it is rumor and legend that now grips the ship, with talk of whirlpools and freak squalls, strange beasts the size of clipper ships, compasses that do not work, and at its very heart – a chain of islands perpetuall shrouded in mists and fog. I’ve met no man of honor that has sailed this sea and given account of it. My own beliefs do not shape those of the men, nor raise their confidence; especially when I’ve so recently led them to trouble I should have avoided. It does not help that we pulled from the water eight seamen from the Revenger, who have since talked of nothing but the dangers ahead. Two of them have asked us to abandon them upon any island we pass, choosing a lifetime of loneliness over passage into the Mists. Our course is set.

June 7th, 1691 – The Sea of Mists – Noon

Already we have seen many strange things in the Mists. I describe these events without exaggeration; I make no suggestion that they be believed by anyone else who reads here – I assure only that these are the events I did see and hear myself. We have been without a working compass now for two days. As such I cannot be certain of our position. Twice now we have spotted the Pirata – but both were near dusk, and we lost her at nightfall. At daybreak, we sailed through a school of fish that leapt through the air as they swam. They were about three hands long, with sharp, pointed teeth and evil eyes. When they leapt from the water they spread their fins and flew like birds, covering great distances. One landed in the ship – a mate tried to examine the “flying devil” and lost a finger for his curiosity.

June 8th, 1691 – The Sea of Mists

No Pirata; but we are still accompanied by the devil’s mischief. We sailed this morn among a chain of small islands. Passing one of the larger islands, we slipped into a deep fog, and soon thereafter, we heard beating drums, a savage, primitive sound that greatly unnerved the crew. After a long time, the drumming stopped – and then we heard the cry, a terrible, horrible sound – a wail that lasted for nearly a dozen heartbeats. My men stood about petrified, for we had not an inkling where it came from, or even what it was. It did not come from the throat of any man – that is certain. Though we were in need of water, and briefly saw land through breaks in the fog, I did not stop. We headed out for open water. I spoke to the men to rally their courage. I am not sure I have succeeded. I feel their fear, I see it in their eyes, and in my heart I know they share my worry – that our journey into these Mists was my third mistake in a very short time.

Captain Arthur Howell

Cheers

I was referring to the weather mate. But me Lass would agree with thee as to me being hot as well. Alas I was caught unawares that the Utah crews were in to buggery. However that discussion is probably better served in academic form with Capt Twill on Sodomy & the Pirate Tradition English Sea Rover of the seventeenth Century. Here bees me in me wool frock to hot for South Carolina or Caribbean waters.

Here be a free one but I don't belive it has what yea need mate ;-}

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Reclaiming the Blade

(2008) NR

Explore the history of the sword in this cutting-edge documentary, which traverses the globe to interview archaeologists, research scientists and martial arts experts from Europe, the United States and Asia. Special guests include Hollywood fight choreographer Bob Anderson, historical fencing expert John Clements, illustrator and conceptual designer John Howe and swashbuckling actor Viggo Mortensen. John Rhys-Davies narrates

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Reclaiming the Blade

(2008)

Explore the history of the sword in this cutting-edge documentary, which traverses the globe to interview archaeologists, research scientists and martial arts experts from Europe, the United States and Asia. Special guests include Hollywood fight choreographer Bob Anderson, historical fencing expert John Clements, illustrator and conceptual designer John Howe and swashbuckling actor Viggo Mortensen. John Rhys-Davies narrates

Great Journal makes me wish I made the drive with TJ, yea need to come to Charlston SC and do the tall ships mate ;-}

I belive it would be made of hemp.

A little different than we thought.

About.com: http://www.drcigar.com/CigarsHistory.htm

We do not know when it was first grown, or smoked, but we can be pretty certain that the inhabitants of Europe were unaware of tobacco until after Columbus s epic voyage of 1492.

Two of his sailors reported that the Cuban Indians smoked a primitive form of cigar, with twisted, dried tobacco leaves rolled in other leaves such as palm or plantain. In due course, Spanish and other European sailors caught the habit, as did the Conquistadors, and smoking spread to Spain and Portugal and eventually France, most probably through Jean Nicot, the French ambassador to Portugal, who gave his name to nicotine. Later, the habit spread to Italy and, after Sir Walter Raleigh's voyages to America, to Britain.

Smoking was familiar throughout Europe - in pipes in Britain - by the mid-16th century and, half a century later, tobacco started to be grown commercially in America. Tobacco was originally thought to have medicinal qualities, but there were already some who considered it evil and it was denounced by Philip II of Spain, and James I of England. The word cigar originated from sikar, the Mayan-Indian word for smoking, which became cigarro in Spanish, although the word itself, and variations on it, did not come into general use until the mid-18th century.

Cigars, more or less in the form that we know them today, were first made in Spain in the early 18th century, using Cuban tobacco. At that time, no cigars were exported from Cuba.

By 1790, cigar manufacture had spread north of the Pyrenees, with small factories being set up in France and Germany.

As a 1720's Pirate, would it not be possible to have taken a Spanish vessel with Cigars onboard carried by a wealthy Spaniard?

The Dutch, too, started making cigars using tobacco from their Far Eastern colonies. But cigar smoking only became a widespread custom in France and Britain after the Peninsular War (1808-14), when returning British and French veterans made fashionable the habit they had learned while serving in Spain.

Production of "segars" began in Britain in 1820, and in 1821 an Act of Parliament was needed to set out regulations governing their production. Because of an import tax, foreign cigars in Britain were already regarded as a luxury item.

Soon there was a demand for higher quality cigars in Europe, and Spanish cigars were superseded by those made in Cuba, which was then a Spanish colony, where cigar production had started during the mid-18th century. Cigars, European smokers discovered, traveled better than tobacco. The cigar probably arrived in North America in 1762, when Israel Putnam, later an American general in the American War of Independence (1774-1778), returned from Cuba, where he had served in the British army. He came back to his home in Connecticut, where tobacco had been grown by settlers since the 17th century, with a selection of Havana cigars and large amounts of Cuban tobacco seed. Cigar factories were later set up in the Connecticut area, processing the tobacco grown from the Cuban seed. In the early 19th century American domestic production started to take off and Cuban cigars also began to be imported in significant numbers. But cigar smoking did not really boom in the United States until around the time of the Civil War in the 1860s, with individual brands emerging by the late 19th century. By then the cigar had become a status symbol in the United States. Would this not allow Civil War re-enactors to smoke cigars also?

During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clubs boasted smoking rooms. The after-dinner cigar, accompanied by glasses of port or brandy, also became a tradition. This ritual was given an added boost by the fact that the Prince of Wales, the future Edward VII and a leader of fashion, was a devotee, much to the annoyance of his mother, Queen Victoria, who disliked smoking.

Cigarettes, or paper cigars, first appeared on the scene in the early 19th century as a cheap alternative to cigars. The introduction of cigarette-making machines, in the 1880s, accelerated the growth in popularity of this form of smoking, which had become dominant by World War I.

As a response, the production of machine-made cigars began in Cuba in the 1920s, after which both the manufacture and smoking of handmade cigars fell into a slow but steady decline.