Seas of Pirates Destiny

 14 December 1720 Welcome Dear Readers to our Seventh Edition, published just before Christmas and Twelfth Night, with a caution that amongst the festive stories we offer a most disturbing account of criminal activity and encounter with a cannibal.  * Which Wast There First? A delightful new series of images from the region through the eyes of a new contributor. Out With Beastly 1720 The Christmas Parade has been sunk with a thousand cannons and here are the plans for an even greater sinking of the old and beastly puppy killing year and festivities to welcome 1721. A Tale for Those With the Strongest Stomachs Madam S.M.A. recounts a horrific event that happened in our southern region. Delicate readers may wish to avoid the strong language found in this account. Christmas in Our Home How settlers and pirates celebrate the Nativity in this region, with a few cautions. * Animal Flower Sea Cave and Snug Business Notices and Positions        

  Sticking the Inside Settlers art scouring the forest for suitable evergreens and the odd patch of holly 'r sprig of mistletoe to bringeth inside and stick on mantles and tabletops. The "Sticking" of the houses and the Church will take place just before Christmas Eve and last through Twelfth Night. Scented flowers and herbs set about in bowls add to the sweet smells of the festival. And, Yes, mistletoe is less of a scandal here on the islands, but please refrain from adding Kissing Boughs to the Church. Dancing in a well sticked parlour and an example of a Kissing Bough   Plummy pudding ready to set afire   Christmas Feast Afters Six years ago, it hath happened. We hast an eye witness who did see it served. Now some bethink it heresy to call our sov'reign His Royal Highness the Pudding King but we art assured His Majesty enjoys the name play. And the serving of a plum pudding at Christmas Dinner is now all the fashion in the finer homes. Here on the islan

On Barbados North Island, the natives call this creature an animal flower. The natives were digging for the chicken bones of the ancients. They opened up a hole, and Harris fell through to the cavern below. Digging started slow, but now a clean path is dug and visitors welcome to the living reef. West of the cave is a Snug serving the region's  drink. Good for private conversation and plotting. Grab a free mug each day.

       

A forgotten cannon ov'rlooking Nassau, destin'd to be a relaxation point for not-restful settlers. I wonder, how many battles hast it witnessed? And most imp'rtantly, Who wast there first, the church 'r the cannon?   This new series of detailed paintings is from Captain Ana, the region's Explorer, Bard, and "Merchant"    

It was necessary to cancel the Christmas sea battle.  As this year was a snivelin', syphilitic puppy-killin', slimey bastitch, we now plan a New Year Sea Battle to Blow the Hell out of it. Party following Date : Sunday January 3rd in the New Year Time : 11 AM SLT Where : Port of Nassau The fine print in OOC language Rules: Only ships approved for sailing in Pirates Destiny may be used. Decorate ships with some theme for the old 2020 year. NO COVID-19 OR CORONA VIRUS SHIPS! All ships must be seaworthy. Ships will rez at the Nassau docks (beside the tavern). We’ll vote there for the best-looking ship. When the order is given, ships have 5 minutes to sail to someplace in Pirates Destiny, as long as it’s away from the Nassau docks. When the signal is given on the Seas of Pirates Destiny group chat, the battle will begin. Rules of Engagement: Ship hulls must be open to cannon fire and not have any shields blocking cannon balls. Cannon may have their appearance modified to match the

A Cautionary Tale for those with the Strongest Stomachs. This harrowing event is retold by Madam S.M.A. and stands as a cautionary tale for women in the more distant forests of the region. Arm ye with flintlock and practice your aim.  Twas't dark and quiet in the forest except f'r the creaking of the water pump at which hour suddenly the Lady hath heard soft sounds on  the far side of the shack.  The Lady shoulds't have drawn that Pistol.     Out of the darkness did step a Sir the colour of the shadows themselves, tall and big, and was dressed only in feathers and bones.  He cameth close to that Lady, stoodeth and did sniff the air.  Didst sniff that Lady!  Whilst declaring the lady smell'd like slave. Slave?     The curl sniffs again. Stop doing that, her didst exclaim whilst taking a step back. The creature didst crowd that Lady closely and growled, "Thou art fierce. Me respects fierce. Me hunting." Capture! The Lady swallows, declaring "there art pigs