Jezzy The Butcher

Awww, be nice now! But, of course, he mighta jess ta been tryin' ta lure me in. Gotta watch out fer them charmin' types. But he did seem quite genuine, afterall.

That's cool! I can see other images, as well. I saw an episode of "Ghost Hunters" where they went to this same place. They couldn't get up on the stairs, either, to investigate tremendous "feedback" they were experiencing, because they were too dangerous. Good hunting, Mate!

They give me Mad Mary Rackam. I think I'll stick with what I been called for many years..."Jezzy the Butcher MacPeaks".

Aww...if only I'd known! Well, no matter that this greeting is extremely late, it's still just as heart-felt! Belated Birthday greetings, hugs n' kisses! And, Mattie, I hope you get to meet Stynky one day. He's a lovely man to talk with. I truly enjoyed our conversations and hugs. :)

I want to extend my thanks and gratitude to all who made my first PiP experience so memorable. There are truly so many people to name, but I'll keep it down to those who initially were responsible for getting me there. First, I must thank my dear sweet friends, Fayma and Tony, who, for 3 years threatened me with kidnapping and dragging me to "the island" if I didn't find a way on my own! *lol* I love you guys and everyone on the crew of the Sacred Heart. Secondly, I wish to thank my boss, Christine of The White Pavilon, for bringing me down to work with her and for showing me one of the most beautiful places on earth! I had a marvelous time playing among my own kind, and meeting face-to-face many of you with whom I've had the pleasure of corresponding online. I enjoyed the Trial, the Auction, the Pig Roast, the Battle and the singing inside "Ole Zach's Pub". I truly look forward to coming again next year and participating aboard the ship and other activities I missed out on this first time around. Stinky, m' love, I so enjoyed our conversations. Thank you for keeping this forum going! I promise to visit more often. :) I wish all m' Pyrate Mates a very Happy and Prosperous New Year! If any of you want to stay in touch via facebook, you'll find me not under Jezzy MacPeaks, but under "Sharon Statler". Feel free to send me a friend request and put a comment mentioning "PiP".

*Head in hands*, *crying*...Oh, how I wish I were going with you all to PiP! God love me mum, she needs me to be here to help her with all her heart surgeries and such. I wasn't going to let anything stop me from going...even had some offers to work the festival to make some additional $$ while there, but me mum is more important. Besides, who wants to WORK at PiP? *lol* 'twas good to see you and Tony at ORF, Fayma! Love you guys! Will really hate not going as a part of the Sacred Heart, but please keep me on as a crew member. Ye just never know! I still believe in miracles! :)

Ahoy, Mates! I ain't new here, but here's a bag o' coin to buy a round fer the house! I ain't been here in such a long time, but me friends, Fayma and Capn' Callahan did come by and remind me that y'all are still here, so I figured I'd stop by and pull up a seat and see whats been happenin' around the Pub lately.

My thanks to ye, Foxe. I needed to know something as someone is willing to make me a flag to fly, since that was supposed to have been me own father. *smile* Again, thank you!

Well, Mate, as long as one of us is out lookin' fer a fit vessel, that'll do fer now. 'Tis good t' have willin' men t' make this recuperation easier. We'll hope fer the best, whilst we wait fer good information. However, I believe our offers may have fallen on deaf ears! No one seems t' be willin' t' come forward. *rests her weary head on her arm on the table, wondering what to do next* Ye know, Mcdrago, MadL might'a had a good idea in that nap he was takin'. I'm feelin' a bit like meetin' up with pixies, m'self. Perhaps, we should call it a night 'n take ourselves up to our quarters. Perhaps, after a night of stewin' over gold 'n a cask o' rum, there might be some loser tongues a waggin' in the early dawn. *stands up, lays her hand upon Mcdrago's shoulder, giving a nod toward the stairway* So, whad'ya say, there, Mate? Ready to settle in fer th' night? We'll see what MadL come up with by mornin'.

Does anyone have an idea where I might find the flag or pennant of the Pirate John Callis, who was imprisoned and pardoned by Queen Elizabeth after an agreement with King James I? Any help with this will be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

Welcome, ye say? So, how long ye been in this pub? Seems like we been here fer quite a spell. *twists her red curls around her finger in contemplation* Funny, but I don't recall seein' ye in here earlier, sir. What might ye be goin' by? I be known as Jezzy. And, apparently, ye know what the men be callin' me..."Jezzy the Butcher". I do believe ye know a bit more about me than I've been privileged to know about ye, Sir. *Pulls up a chair from an adjacent table* 'ave a seat 'ere, 'n tell me somethin' about yerself. And, might ye be havin' some news regardin' the fire on the "Bonney Wind" at th' end o' th' pier earlier? *Looks up at Mcdrago who's keeping his vigilance stance, rather than to sit*

*Takes Mcdrago's hand, trying to steady herself.* 'Tis a good idea t' find out what these here scallywags might know. I think someone might be tempted by yer offer of the d'bloon. I agree, there has to be "someone" here who knows "somethin'" about that mess at the pier. *Stands on the bench next to Mcdrago and shouts* A'RIGHT YE BILGERATS! There be more than just a gold d'bloon in th' offerin' if'n ye come talk t' one 'r both of us 'n can tell us what ye know about th' fire! I'll be triplin' Mcdrago's offer 'n givin' ye a barrel o' rum, as well! *Gives Mcdrago a wink and a squeeze of the hand, then steps down off the bench* Whad'ya think, m' dragon hearted mate? That should loosen some tongues. Now, 'bout that room. Thanks fer settin' us up. I think I mighta stayed up all night down in this pub waitin' t' learn somethin'. Sleep's been th' furthest thought from m' mind. Bless me, but I think ye shall make a worthy first mate! *notices a gent heading in their direction. Her heart begins to race a bit, in hopes that the man will offer up some good information*

*clinks her flagon against mcdrago's mug in a toast* Aye, Mcdrago, ye be m' man a'right. Happy t' 'ave ye wit' me. 'pears we mighta lost MadL somewhere in th' din. He ain't respondin' t' us. Perhaps a mug o' coffee would bring 'im back t' life, eh? Did m' uncle Bill take th' Dove? If'n he did, sir, I'd bet everythin' I own, granted, 'taint much, however, if'n he did, it was t' save 'er, not to steal 'er. So, he'd be out there now, waitin' t' find safe harbor fer 'er, 'n t' send word fer me, I know it. But, if it weren't he what took 'er, then we're gonna have us an adventure trackin' 'er down and gettin' 'er back. Then, we'll be havin' us a Plankin' Party, to be certain! We needs t' be askin' around this pub first what everyone knows. And, seein' as there weren't one taker of m' offer to join our crew, I'd say there be a few in 'ere what knows exactly what took place, but they be keepin' there tongues in their heads fer fear o' losin' 'em! *places her hand on Mcdrago's and nods toward MadL, passed out on top of his smokey cat* 'dya think we should get the lad somethin' t' wake 'im, 'r leave 'im be fer th' moment? He'll be needin' his strength once we decide t' set out after the Dove. By the by, my good man. Have ye heard tell of any ships about what might be needin' a good cruise? *wink*

*tips her head back to accomodate the last bit of rum, then looks at the two men sitting with her* Aye, permission granted. Bless ye, Mcdrago, fer steppin' in 'ere. I was thinkin' t' take MadL along wit' us, as well. He seems t' be needin' a home fer 'imself 'n his puss. *winks at MadL and looks at him questioningly* So, MadL, whaddya think o' th' offer? When I gets me Dove back, 'r if'n I don't, we'll be a sailin' agin soon, one way 'r t'other. If'n the Dove returns, 'n after m' inquistion o' th' remainin' crew, I'm certain there'll be many unfortunate, however necessary changes t' be made. Someone aboard m' ship lobbed that fireball, 'n I needs t' find out who 'n why. If the Dove be under a new Cap'n, I'll be seekin' out a new one wit' ye's help. Aye, McDrago, by hook 'r by crook fer certain. *flashes a knowing smile at Mcdrago and slams her flagon on the table a few times. looks around the room at the crowd of sailors and makes an announcement* A' right men, n' ye lassies, too. First of all, be there anyone in this place what knows what took place b'tween the Red 'n Black Dove and the Bonney Wind? Secondly, I'll be lookin' fer a new crew for the Dove, 'r a new vessel, whatever th' case may be. Anyone lookin' fer a new adventure? Barkeep! If'n ye don't mind, I'd appreciate another rum. 'N one round fer the house!

*Jezzy grasps the handle of the flagon and grips it tightly. She peers into the sparkling liquid as the smoke clears away, wondering what to do next. She looks up at Mcdrago to see his caring eyes peering at her. She feels a sense of protection coming from him and feels she can trust him, and she breaks a smile.* Thank ye, Mcdrago. Much appreciated, 'tis. *looks over at MadL, who's fiddling with a smoke covered, drenched cat, while looking dismayed and disappointed in himself* Aye, MadL, ye takes good care o' th' "puss", n' it'll be keepin' ye warm n' cuddly at night! Don't ye be frettin' about not findin' me Uncle Bill. I'm thinkin' he be the one what sailed me ship outta the harbor. Just seems like him t' do such a thing, bein' as loyal t' me and that bucket o' barnacles as he be. 'ere's hopin' anyways. She be in good hands if'n that be the case. *takes a huge swallow of rum* Aye, that takes the edge off m' worries now. Well, Mcdrago, no matter if'n the Black n' Red Dove still be under m' command 'r not, I still can use a good quartermaster. If there be no Dove t' command, I'll be seekin' outta new vessel, fer sure. Only means I'll be needin' to muster me up a new crew, so ye be the first. Guess that would make ye pretty much m' first mate. *Jezzy takes another swig of rum and winks at Mcdrago* M' greater hopes lie in gettin' the Dove back n' knowin' Uncle Bill be still alive 'n well. I suppose there be no point in goin' out lookin' fer m' ship or the old scudder at this particular time. I'll try t' be patient 'n wait a day 'r two t' see if they come back fer me. If not, then there be a pirate out there what needs t' be findin' refuge, fer if'n I ever find the scallywag what took m' ship away, he'll be findin' the edge o' m' knife against his ear, 'n a gouge of his eye. He'll feel them nine tails o' m' cat, 'n finally swimmin' wit' them sharkies out thar. It won't be pleasant by no means. M' Irish be up 'n hot now. I best just take comfort in this here rum 'n the company of good friends fer a short spell. *takes another swallow and begins to feel the effects as she ponders the whereabouts of Bill and the possibility of either a mutiny or a takeover.*