Jezzy The Butcher

*Laughs loudly at MadL's antics, then stands up*

Aye lass, as I haven't signed on ta a ship yet, I am at yer service.

Avast there, Barkeep.... my kit, ifn' ya please, I need ta escort a lady ter her cabin.

Well, what a fine turn o' events we got 'ere, McDrago! Apparently, me potion be workin' jes fine, eh? *lol*

So, ye be escortin' me t' th' ship. Ye know, when ye sign on with me, it could be fer life! Maybe even eternity, so be certain of what ye be agreein' ta. I only mention this as I know ye had a bit o' the Scarlet Jezabel and ye did seem to be a kindly man, a stout and strong one, never ye mind th' snow on the rooftop. I wouldn't want t' be accused of takin' advantage of ye now.

*smiles and winks with a glint in her eye*

*puts her hand on his shoulder*

However, I am in need of a trustworthy man. Beware, and know, if there be any of m' crew still aboard, they won't be as trustin' as I might be. Can ye handle it?

Fergive mae fer waitin so long t'greet ya. I tot I did ulready buot lookin back I nil sar m'post.

So welcome lass, if i'tis true ya is wit d'Callahan's den yer wit d'best uv cumpny!

Welcome t'ya!

Oh, tis nothin' t' fergive, Lass. I appreciate yer welcome and greetin'. Please do have a drink on me! Barkeep...bring this lass whate'r she desires! I've plenty o' coin in m' purse fer friends.

*falls off kegger, obviously had fallen asleep*

Uh? Eh? Wench On Th' Table!! Aye, now this th' way to wake up, brew in hand and dancin pirates!!

Hay, congrats on ye promotion thar Jezzy!

*nuh? coulda swern thar be tiny faerie sized pyrates run'in round har..? musta been th ale...*

Me thinks ye be right, Mad L! I believe ye be seein' Faerie sized pyrates dancin' about ye!

*smirks devilishly*

Did ye take a sip from me goblet, Mate? Oh, but I do believe ye did.

Soon, I shall have a new crew if ye's succumb to me Scarlet Jezabel so easily!

*leans back against the post and sighs*

Oh, Dear Scarlet Jezabel, your nectar be sooooo sweet and powerful. You're like a thief in th' night, quietly plunderin' the racks and sacks o' them drunken sailors.

*red-faced with some steam coming out his ears*

The lassy ain't lying mates! That be some heady brew she be a'drinkin!

Not recommended for the faint o' heart! Last time I be havin' grog that strong twas' in a swamp. A witchy woman gave me a cup o' somethin' ta drink. Her name be Tia somethin' or other. She fair gave me the shivers, mates, but I bartered this here key from her. Said twould' open any lock, course I didn' find out till later she meant any lock I didn' want ta get inter.

Well, I'll not tell 'ow I come about makin' this potion, but it can cause ye to do some strange thin's an' ye won't e'en remember what it were ye done! Trust me! I found this out the hard way! But, I am th' only one what can make it a little less lethal, as I be th' only one what knows exactly what it's made of. But, ye be enjoyin' it while ye be drinkin' of it, ain't it the truth, McDrago.

By th' way, Sir, did m' good friend, Tia happen t' mention where she be gettin' that brew? *wicked wink*

Now, what was it we was a chattin' about? *evil grin*

Hellooooo...don't be tellin me you be fadin', too, Sir. Is there no man what can drink with me without fallin' off 'is barrel?

*gives McDrago a bit of a pinch on th' arm*

Hmmmm...looks like I might be gettin' me a quartermaster, afterall.

*Jumps up on top o' th' table and shouts*

Hey, Mates, I just advanced from Bilge Rat to Deck Swab! How ARRRRsome is that? Just havin' a friendly chat wit' ye's and I got me some rank under me belt! Arrrrrrr!!!!

Drinks fer EVERYONE!!!

*Peers into the goblet and takes a sniff, finding nothing untowards, takes a sip*

Thankee kindly lass, Ah....tis a fine drink. Aye, lass you seem ta be enough woman fer any mon. Ye reminds me o' a lass that twas bein' auctioned off by pirates oncet'. The bidders kept a shoutin' "We wants the redhead." I kin understand why.

Ahh, bless ye, Sir. That be a kind thing t' say t' this redhead. If me memory serves me, and I ain't sure it does at present, I don't believe I woulda been that redhead up fer auction, but I did hear of 'er! 'Course, I coulda been sold at one point, I suppose. Enough rum an' who knows? I recall many times dancin' atop tables, but not from an auction block.

*peers into the goblet to see that it's been drained dry*

I see, sir, that you enjoyed my sweet elixer. Perhaps, I'll bring ye a bottle of it when next I darken these doors.

Fer now, tho', I believe I need t' continue me search fer a crew...care t' join mine? *wink* I could use a good quartermaster. Make sure ain't no on stealin' from our goods and all. Ye probly knows where we can find th' good stuff, too.

Barkeep, I think I'll be havin' a pint o' ye finest spiced rum, and ye know what that would be, right? I need somethin' fer the walk back t' me cabin.

And I made sure it be that I give the name true meanin too. Thar be the copperhead I keep in me foot locker, thar be the tankard size spiders I made me friends durin war game in the blasted desert, an thar be the gaters and other crawlies fr'm Georgia and Florida that just kept show'in up in me quarters....

One hot and sultry day whilst in th' swamps of Florida we be trainin fer survival, the local commander he come to me and say "Yer commander back in the Fort Bennin' wants ye to know yer arss be grass whenst ye gets back...that all he be sayin, says ye will know why?"

Uh oh!

Aye, one o' me bunk mates got caught slip'in under the door by the night watchmen on duty, he did. Well, when I gets back me whole quarters had been ransack'd, all me mates rounded up and put in irons. The First Mate he come to me in morning ranks and he whisper in me ear; "If I catch one more critter in yer quarters, even be it a harmless bilge rat, I be see'n ya hang ferm the hightest yardarm I can find, UNDERSTAND?"

....next day I head'd me self back into th' swamp....

gots some oth'r tale to spin I do, ones that put the Mad in the L, but they be harder to make fer sea farin they be, diffr'nt kind o' blue...but pret'y much wear ever I go they be giv'n me the name of MAD....the L, well that thar be me da's branch o' the tree what bern me.

Sounds like ye be named proper, Mad L! Here's t' ye!

*Takes another sip o' rum*

Wal now, my time in the King's service was wi' them flyboys. Didn' git in da air much, except ta hitch a ride from one port ta another. Me job was ta inspect those birds after they was swabbed. One of them blamed birds almost took me out, some fool forgot ta set the chocks. Close call, me shack got flattened though.

Sorry t' hear that, McDrago. Glad t' know ye survived it.

I was once hitched t' a Swab in His Majesty's service. He was one o' them tendin' t' th' birds that took flight off one of his royal highness' ships.

*fondles one of three shrunken heads hangin' off her belt, rememberin' the old days*

I only spent a few days at a time aboard them ships, but it told me that's what I would rather be doin' than standin' around on the shores, unless'n, of course, I be huntin' fer buried treasure, 'r plunderin' me some fine rums and fruits t' be makin' me a barrel of m' special Scarlet Jezabel. Some sweet and dangerous nectar thar be, boys!

*takes a good hearty swig from her goblet*

*approaches Jezzy The Butcher'a table and pulls over a barrel for a sit*

Aye, ye wish'd me a harty greetin, be only fit'n to return the favor!

:BARKEEP, Nuth'r drink all round! Me friends be thirsty so dn't keep us a wait'n!:

*peeks at the pics*

Ahrrr, hearty bunch o' scoundrels indeed. Cute lit'le tadpole as well!

*sits back to listen*

Aye, Mad L, that li'l tadpole was a cutie! He kept comin' back t' us and askin' us questions and talkin' like a pirate. He be a true pirate in th' makin' if ye ask me!

*takes a sip o' her Scarlet Jezabel from her goblet.*

Mmmmm...this be some fine spirits. I shoulda brought a keg o' this to share wit' ye all.

*Takes another sip o'rum and notices something he had missed*

Lassie, that be one foine hat ye be awearin'! I've heard o' some wenches who be a flyin' those colors. Be ye one 'them?

*Squints at her and grins*

That's a huge goblet ya there as well. I like that, a lass who kin hold her liquor.

*Passes the goblet over to McDrago for inspection*

Have yerself a sip from it, if ye like. It might warm yer cockles, so t' speak.

Aye, Sir, me goblet be quite large, as I ain't no li'l squab with fine feathers 'n all that. I be a WOMAN...ALL Woman! I can drink most men under the table, not that that be somethin' t' be proud of, but might say a lot about the men I been drinkin' with lately, eh? *smile*

And, as fer yer earlier comment about snow on the rooftop and yer firebox...well, I've always enjoyed snugglin' under a snowy rooftop, m'self. It's what's under the rooftop that be keepin' us warm. *wink*

*Jezzy thinks, perhaps, she's enjoyed quite a bit o' her special concoction from her goblet as she's gettin' a little relaxed.*

Nay, I'm not one of them Red Hatters. I was just showin' it off, as it were one of the many pieces I be sellin' that day. M' mum was a Red Hatter, tho. Lovely Ladies, they be.

Lord help us, another red head!

Though I see yer hair color changes wit' yer mood.

Keep a weather eye on this one lads an lasses.

Red hair at night, sailors delight...

Black hair in the mornin', sailors take warnin'...

Welcome t' the pub, Jezzy!

Aye, and ye best pay heed t' that warnin' fer it be th' truth!

If'n Black Jezzy be present, there be a storm aheadin' yer way, an' it ain't about t' be an easy ride, neither!

But, if ye see Red Jezzy comin' about, ye might want to give 'er a wink and a rose. The fire on the mountain be a sign that she's feelin' a bit flirty and amiable.

Welcome aboard! You'll find many like minds here. You'll also find many deranged minds as well, but drinking helps.

Aye, well I be about as deranged as the next wench, I'm sure. Thanks fer the warm welcome, so, what'll ye have?

*Squints at the pictures*

The capn' seems a bit small don't he? Assumin' he be the well dressed bloke in the front.

Nice one of yourself lassie. Ya was speakin' about sailors reaction to a woman pulling a pistol on em'. Wal now, they ain't never be in Tortuga....thats fer sure! We be used ta that, Taint no problem unless they shoots ya. Wal, they could clout ye wi' the butt end though. Smarts mightilly it does. Tis ok if they slaps ya though, it means they like ya.

I hail from Glydenholt [Orange County, California], yer home seems to be a bit eastwards eh?

*Flashes a flirty glance and smile*

Thank ye fer the kind compliment, Sir.

And, nay, the Cap't be a might taller than that. He just didn't make it int' that photo. That li'l cutie wouldn't leave wit' 'is mum 'til 'e got his picture takin wit' th' Pirates! He be adorable. Woulda liked t' have kidnapped that one and brought him on board wit' us, but I ain't like that. Gots wee ones o' me own, I do. Well, they don't be so wee anymore, but ye understand m' meanin'.

How's about another round? Barkeep!

But that thar Piratecon do look the place that be right fer that! Perhaps next yar I be settin me sail in that direction an' perhaps th' current may take me through that thar Ohio straight...ye be knowin if I pass, just listen fer the screams of terror!

Mad L, it be them screams o' terror what sent me away from Ohio! Of course, it me what caused most of 'em! I'll be sailin' back t' that place again in April and then in July, but only fer a short stay, then it be time to sail t' some faraway land again. Give us a shout should ye decide to make way t' th' east. We'll be watchin' fer ye.

Welcome to the pub Lady! Any friend of Fayma Callahan's is a grand addition in my book. Good people them are. Have a drink on me.

Thank ye fer the kind welcome an' th' drink, Cap'n. Aye, Fayma and the Cap'n be wonderful folk! I met them at the Pirate's Halloween in Indiana last year. Well, truth be told, I sort of met them at the Ohio Ren Fest first, when they were haulin' Nigel's artwork in, as he was struck down with the strep throat, ye know. But, our official introductions be done at the Hallween gig. It was a lot of fun. We had a great visit at their home afterwards.

Ye can see a pic of our Halloween fun here:

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And the portrait Tony, I mean, Cap'n Callahan did of me here:

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I'll be lookin' forward t' makin' yer acquaintance at the Keys, Cap'n. Again, thanks fer the drink! The next one's on me.

Having lived in Colorado most of my life, camped in all weather, this is nothing to fear! You will be most comfortable with a light blanket as needed (but mostly not). The night breeze may make it a plus to have the blanket, but I have only needed a small one a couple of the nights in 2 years. The weather has been very cooperative to say the least!

Fayma, Darlin'! So good t' see ye here! I shoulda known t' find ye here at a PYRATE PUB.

Barkeep, bring me n' me dear friend a round.

So, how 'ave ye been, Darlin'? I've been down here in Florida, doin' these faires. Mostly in cold wind and rain. It's winter, ye know.

So, I've signed up to camp with yer crew, if'n ye don't mind, 'specially since it were you what threatened to kidnap me and haul me arse down fer PIP! I've already told me employer that I'll be takin' the van and usin' it fer the event. She said that would be fine. I'll be doin' Thanksgivin' with the good people at the Blue Moon Rennie campground in Alachua, so if ye and th' Cap'n would like te join me, let me know! The more, the merrier, eh? Otherwise, I'll hook up with ye's as yer makin' yer way down and we can caravan together. What ye say t' that?

Sure have missed ye, ye lovely wench! Give the Cap'n a hug fer me, and hug yerself fer me, too.

By th' way, I found a pic of Sir Tristan I'd taken. Would ye like to ta 'ave it?

Chat with ye soon, Love.

Callahan Crewe of the Sacred Heart:

Captain Callahan

Quartermaster Fayma Callahan

Toby of the Ships

Morgan Drake

Aye, I be stayin' with me friends, the Callahan's fer certain! Fayma has threatened t' kidnap me and drag me down fer it, if I don't do it on me own. Good thing, Fayma, m' sweet friend, I'll already be in Florida this year fer Thanksgivin' fer one of them Faires, so I'll be meetin' ye here soon! Love to ye and th' Cap'n! ~Jezzy

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Arrrsome portrait of me done by th' one n' only Capt. Callahan

Ahoy, wayward scoundrel requesting permission ta board? Seeking rum and mayhem I be, the Mad L is what they calls me.

oh, an uh, been lurkin in the bilge fer some time now....rum be all gone down there, any left up here?

Avast ye Matey! Come on over an' 'ave a seat at me table. I got this round. Barkeep! Serve us some of yer best bilge water fer me friend 'ere.

So, Mad L, ye be lookin' fer a crew, do ye? I been ponderin' findin' one, m'self. I got a ship, me poor dead 'usband's ship, the "Black N' Red Dove". She be moored at the pier furthest down. M' crew's been givin' me grief since I sliced off Ol' Blood n' Guts Bill's ear. Well, he be the unlucky soul what killed m' 'usband, ye know. He's lucky he be a dear old uncle t' me, or he'd be chum fer the sharkey's he would. But, m' crew don't seem t' see it that way. They ain't mutinyin' against me, but they do sets t' groanin' about it awful loud.

Since we tied up 'ere, I gave 'em all th' choice of stayin' on as me crew, or takin' a walk and findin' other work. If there be anyone what decides to stay on, they best not be givin' any further grief, or it'll be their own ears ahangin' off me belt...or perhaps, better, their tongues.

*takes a long swallow and brushes a tear away*

Ah, damn! I been drinkin' too much o' this swill.

Blast! I loves them ol' mates. Most o' them I grew up knowin' as m' uncles. Now, I might be losin' 'em as me crew. 'Twould be a better thing t' be losin' them jack'n'apes what called themselves me 'usband's crew. Blighters! Oh, I didn't tell ye, I 'ad me own ship at one time, now did I? Mine was ready to sink t' the depths, she was, an' this fancy pants Cap'n fell fer me an' asked me to marry 'im and join our two crews together. I did it, an' now it's been nothin' but whinin' and fightin' aboard the Black n' Red Dove. Even takin' dear Ol' Bill's ear warn't enough t' quiet the lot.

I suppose I'll be findin' out soon enough what sorta loyalty there be t' me.

Damn! I'm empty again! Barkeep, there be double the coin fer ye if'n ye keeps me goblet filled!

Fergive me, Mad L. Now, what was that ye be sayin' about lookin' fer a crew?

*Honour saunters in, looking to see if Mad Jack is hiding in this thread*

Oh, no, that's right. He's in the kitchen galley baking cookies..

JEZZY!!!

How wonderful to see you here, darlin'!

Ye'll find wonderful company here and I'll see you at BARF next month!

Well, bless me soul, if it ain't that sweet lass, Honour Bright! Thank ye ever so much fer invitin' me t' this here pub, Lass. There be good company 'ere!

Whadda you'll 'ave in yer cup? Barkeep, whatever the lass wants.

I ain't yet made th' acquaintance of Mad Jack, probly 'cause he be bakin' in the kitchen insteada drinkin' in th' pub. Tell 'im ta come on in 'ere and I'll buy 'im a drink. Oh, an' make sure ta tell 'im ta bring some of them cookies with 'im.

Good ta see ya, Lass. Come back an' visit us again soon. And, yes, I be seein' ye at BARF, fer certain. Can't wait.

Well ye can wear yer pirate gear out here in the west at any Ren-faire event.

Phooey on those that tell ye no! I break the rules, besides they only be guidelines!

Welcome to the Pub and a whole lot o' friendly types.

If'n I ever gets out that way, Rue, I'll keep that in mind. It really sticks in m' gut that I got t' be naked at this faire because it be a "Medieval Faire" and there weren't any Pirates in them times. Me thinks somebody needs t' be studyin' their 'istory!

Oh well, dressin' in me Stewart tartan is a proud thing I do, so I'll be shuttin' up now.

Barkeep, another round here at this here table! Ah, jes keep 'em comin'!

Welcome lass....I be new to this port m'self.  Barkeep....another round, if'n ya please!

*Lights his pipe and settles down on the stool, takes a sip o'rum and breathes a sigh of satisfaction*

"Sure an' tis a foine night [waddya mean tis day?] Would ya care to have me relate one of me adventures?  Ya would?

Wal now, let me think.....There was a time that meself, Cap'n Grey and some o' the crew of the good ship Sunrider, planned an ambush for some of his majesty's troopers. Now seein' as they were havin' a meet this day for some kinda' ceremonial purpose [ya know how them navy boyos like that kinda crud] anyway.....we had the high ground, so we opened up on them with our pistols. We took em' completely by surprise! Ya shoulda seen the looks on them faces when they realized they had been had."

*Raises a flagon in toast*

Well, thank ye, McDrago. Nice to be makin' yer acquaintance. Th' rum here be mighty fine. Th' company ain't so bad neither.

Do carry on with yer tale, there, Mate. I've known me a sailor er two, m'self. They don't know what t' think when a woman draws a pistol on 'em. Weak as English pesh they be.

BRAVO BRAVO!!!

Thank ye, Rue. I appreciate that.

Have yerself another drink on me!

And,here's t' ye!

Always nice to greet a new face. But, I believe the tradition is, you buy us all a round, just as a way of being friendly like. Ray the bartender will be more than happy to take our orders....and your shiny.

Welcome to the Pub, Jezzy, from one pirate lass to another.

Aye, Ransom, thank ye fer keepin' me in line here.

And, of course, drinks all around!!!!

I got plenty of shinies fer fun, ye know. Never enough fer anythin' else, but always fer the Pubmaster and m' friends.

All right, here be m' story....And I'm stickin' to it!

You may find m' story to be quite unbelievable, but, bear with me. I was borne to a Pirate...and a Queen! I was named Jezabel Mary Stewart Callis. M' father was John Callis, famed pirate of the English, Welsh and Irish Coasts. Prior to his arrest and imprisonment on charges of piracy, which carried a death sentence, Cap'n Callis was smitten and fell in love with m' mum, Mary, Queen of Scots. 'Tis alleged that they carried on an illicit afair, of which, I am their issue. Mary gave birth to me in secret just prior to her own imprisonment at the hands of her cousin, Queen Elizabeth.

After m' mother abdicated her thrown and was imprisoned, m' half-brother, James Stewart, King of Scotland, appealed to Queen Elizabeth for the release of m' father, John Callis. I do not know to this day what relationship James had with John that he felt Elizabeth would hear or consider such a plea. However, it was of great importance that I be spirited far away in order that I should survive the battle for the throne of England. M' dear mother's fate was already sealed, but King James was determined that his "Wee Lass" would not meet with the same end, not while he had any power to prevent it. Whatever power or influence he had over Queen Elizabeth was well founded, as she pardoned m' father and sent him on his way. I heard it said that he had to trade information regarding the movements of other pirates along the English coastline in return for his freedom. This would explain why there were many battles between our ship and other pirate ships. M' father had become an enemy to his peers, as it were, for my sake.

No matter the battles and hardships we endured out on the high seas, m' father insisted that I be tutored and well educated. King James had sent with us a tutor of higher learnin' and his wife, a nursemaid, to care for me. M' father, in his younger years had gone to London to learn the trade of bein' a Clothes Merchant, but chose soon after to turn to a life long career of Pyracy. I, of course, learned both the pirate ways and the clothin' trade, and that education has served me well in my life. I owe m' father much respect and honor for he did his best by a small child with help only from my nursemaid, tutor and scurvy crewmen, known ta me as m' uncles.

Sadly, when m' father recieved the awful news about m' mother's execution, he lost the glimmer in his eye. He became sullen and sad. He was angry and determined to make England pay, but I believe his heart was so broken that in that same year of 1587, during one of the fiercest confrontations of his career, he did not protect himself as well as he usually had, and he allowed himself to be killed by his enemy. He did not have the desire to continue breathing knowing his one true love no longer existed in this world. One of his loyal crew members, Blood-N-Guts Bill, known to me as "Uncle Bill", maneuvered the ship away from the fight, in order to keep the Cap'n of the other ship from knowin' that Cap'n Callis was bleedin' ta death. That knowledge surely would have been the death of us all.

I never knew m' mother, but Father always told me what a beautiful and strong woman she was. He said he wished me to grow up to be just like her, but not to allow anyone to rob me of m' freedom. He said I had a true friend in my half-brother, King James VI of Scotland and I could always go to him for anything. After the death of my poor father, I did visit m' brother under a shroud of mystery. He was kind and loving. He was very protective. He knew I was raised in the Pirate ways and asked that as long as he protected me from those who would have my own head, that I would in turn, abstain from plundering along the British coastlines. I didn't know much love from his family, but I understood loyalty and I appreciated what he did for me and m' father, so this was an easy request to honor.

I set sail for the New World, and along the way, I met Dusty Jack MacPeaks, fancy-panted Pirate Captain of the "Black and Red Dove". He did woo me and make grand promises, but I only agreed to marry him and be a part of his crew, as m' own ship was nearly ready for the cold depths of Davey Jones Locker. Hey, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do! Unfortunately, m' husband did meet his end on the blade of one of m' own rummed up crew members. M' dear uncle, Blood-n-Guts Bill. He was none too pleased with the joinin' of the two ships' crews, and so did get rummed up quite often. One night, as he was a rantin' and a ravin' and demonstratin' to th' others how he would gut m' husband if he ever got the chance ta, he turned on his heel at a most opportune moment, and did run my unwitting husband clean through, quite by accident, ye know. Of course, that unfortunate deed could not go unpunished, or th' crew'd be seein' a weakness in their new Cap'n. So, no matter m' affection for old Bill, I sliced off 'is ear and hung it from m' knife sheathe. I then had 'im flogged 'til his shirt was glistenin' red with blood. I would have had him keel hauled, but I knew the old sot wouldn't a survived it. I announced that should any man aboard m' ship ever try a mutiny against me, he'd meet the same fate and worse. I suppose I commanded respect and fear from m' crew, as from that moment on, I was known as "Jezzy The Butcher", Pirate Queen.

Bein' a Pirate, it wasn't often I could return to m' homeland, but I did visit just once more, when m' brother became the first King James of England. He welcomed me with open arms and lovin' heart, but did warn me that no matter that a Stewart now sat upon the throne of England, m' own life would still be hangin' in the balances among the people, because of m' reputation as a Pirate Queen. He promised me a lifelong pardon as long as I sailed back to the New World and never let our secret be known. I agreed, of course, and now I sail for eternity along the coastal waters of the Americas.

This be m' first post. Just found m' way here at the invite of a fine Wench at the Ft. Myers Port. M' thanks, Honour Bright.

I be Jezabel Mary Stewart Callis MacPeaks, otherwise known as Jezzy the Butcher. I'll be obliged to share m' story in another part of this here forum, if ye care to know me better.

In "Mundania" I hail from Ohio. I gave up a fine management job at a store in a mall there to go on the road to live the "Faire" life. I've been hauntin' faires for the past few seasons and fell madly in love with the Rennie Life. Bein' a Pyrate is where m' heart is! Imagine how restrained I be feelin' now as I ain't exactly permitted to be a Pyrate at this here Hoggetowne Faire, yet, it's amazin' how many have discovered me true identity. It must be in m' eyes. A PYRATE be a Pyrate, no matter how we be garbed up! Ye can take the Garb off the Pyrate, but ye can't take the Pyrate out of the Garb! Hmmm. That works, right?

All right, then, I've posted a pic of m'self which shows me garbed both ways, so if ye see one 'r th' other of those two wenches, it be me, fer sure. Just hail, "Hey, Jezzy!" and I'll respond.

It's good ta be here ta share a flagon o' rum with ye's.

~Jezzy