Cap'n Coyote

May as well post this here... I've often thought that lingerie should be fastened with Velcro. There's nothing quite so viscerally satisfying to yer average pirate as the ripping sound when underthings are comin' off in the heat of the moment. And you could use 'em again and again (or use 'im again and again).

I assumed from the start that it would be a Left Coast event. Most of you wretches are out there in the Cereal State it seems. (full of nuts, fruits, and flakes )

Happy Birthday, Lass! I'll be with ya in spirit! (or spirits...share a cup?)

That would be the talented Sigourney Weaver.

I've run across several references to archers on ships adding to the general mayhem, but how common was it really? What kind of bows were in use? Longbows? Shortbows? Recurves? Even crossbows were available at that time.

Gotta agree with Capt. Roberts on this one. Reality TV was what made me turn it off a few months ago. Never gone back.

Or cannonball catching, or flintlock target, or pincushion. (What?...I'm outta practice) I would happily volunteer to be a victim.

However baby man may brag of his science and skill, and however much, in a flattering future, that science and skill may augment; yet for ever and for ever, to the crack of doom, the sea will insult and murder him, and pulverize the stateliest, stiffest frigate he can make. -Herman Melville

Well, if you look at the top of this page, it appears that our Norn has some hands-on with this type of administrative stuff. Perhaps she can be persuaded to add her two doubloons worth... *places plate of flaming buffalo wings next to the window, where the breeze can carry the smell to the cornfields* Shouldn't be long.

I can see the headlines now... Lovable bear takes over Disneyland in Pooh D'etat!

Won't leave ya hangin', mate. Check the Members section.

*applauding wildly*

Or: Val·ky·rie Pronunciation: val-'kir-E also val-'kI-rE, 'val-k&-rE Function: to wear chicken bones braided in her red and white hair, lob flamin' marshmellies inta th' sails, poke at ye wif 'er battle spear, and command her winged steed to drop poop on the deck of the Royaliste. Also known as: Darkmalkin, th' Castaway o' the Cornfields, th' Pyromaniac Pyrate, flamin' wench, and other naughty things.

Fear and Loathing in SF Bay.

What is the recipe for a slowmatch? I suppose magnesium would be cheating.

Great minds, etc. Serendipity Spoken Here.

You were trying to do that on your own? What if you had a whole group of scallywags and wretches chipping in? Do-able?

Scusi? Was that another suggestion? Or are you chastising me for some reason?

Hey, Redd! When's the vote?

Damn. I actually got a chill off of that one. And I hit the instrumental part of Nights in White Satin at the same time. That wuz cooool.

Redhand, That sounds similar to the firetubes carried by the Native Americans when they moved camp. A single coal was packed in green grass and leaves and carried in a bowl or clay tube. The coal would smolder for hours. Does the slowmatch stay lit? How long could one expect it to last? Or is it just packed to keep it dry?

Exceptin' some o' th' witchy pirates on th' board, most of us ha'nt exposed that much flesh ta th' air in a score o' years. SPF 15 don' do much at that point, ya need somethin' more like mayonnaise! And what is it wi' this crew wantin' ta mix flesh wi' food?

On board ship there are many sources of joy of which the land knows nothing. You may flirt and dance at sixty; and if you are awkward in the turn of a valse, you may put it down to the motion of the ship. You need wear no gloves, and may drink your soda-and-brandy without being ashamed of it. -Anthony Trollope Yer basic mid-19th C version of Party On!

You know, I've never been 'behind the scenes' at a faire, though I've attended a couple as a mundane. How much does it take ($, time, red tape) to set one up on your own? As I've stated before, the folks here on this board have talent comin' outta their scabbards. Who's to say we couldn't start our own? We've got accuracy, fun, vendors, writers, an actual tall ship, faire experience, a vast array of business folks, computer geeks, cooks, quartermasters, powder monkeys, and swabbies. If nothing else, it would be a great chance for all of us to meet one another, and have a pirate party to put ol' Blackbeard ta shame! Just a thought.