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, declarin...

 

 24 November 1720       Welcome Dear Readers to our Sixth Edition and the delights within, including these morsals: * From the Realm ~ CANNONS AND CANDY CANES? Supernaculum!  *  Scandalous Gossip ~ BUT FOR THEIR FROCKS, GENTS! *  JONKONNU! Hath Tribal Wars Killed this West Indies Christmas Tradition? * A few NOTICES OF OPPORTUNITY from our West Indies Businesses    

Our three part series on the Christmas Customs of the West Indies with tales of celebration from the region's Settlers, Pirates, and Natives, beginning with the tribal Jonkonnu or John Conny festivities. Long before the Jesuits brought the Teaching of Jesus to the islands, a winter solstice festival hast been celebrated here. Some say it didst cometh all the way from Africa. Like many ancient primitive customs we relyeth only on stories told, and of those, there art many.  Jonkonnu is a masquerade with standard characters from year to year. There is the horned Cow Head, the Horse Head, the Warriors and Natives, the Devil, the Belly woman (great with child), and Pitchy Patchy. The characters parade in the streets, invite the people to dance, and often receive food and coin for their performances. The costumes vary from island to island but some features art at each moment the same. Each character hath a special role to play and a special dance. Cowhead is madeth from a half shell o...

Oh dearest reader, prithee set down and hast thy smelling salts close at hand. As we near the second anniversary of the sinking of old Tetch up Carolina way, it is a reminder that yond is not all as it appears. On valorous authority we hath learned from Master Kevin Duffus, who didst overhear in a coffee house this bite of battle observation. The gent was eager to report the conversation as heard. The fabled sloop Adventure Twas the morn of December 3, 1718, and already fast in to the season of early winter storms off the Carolina coast. Indeed ice wast seen already chunking. The shore was full of half consumed plunder, sugar and cocoa and rum and old Teach's crew was moving slow. Wherefore were those gents so late in Ocracoke when most their fellow plunderers be back in the warm seas of the West Indies? And the most impossible question, how didst on this Saturday morning battle, the fusty pirate who kneweth these waters like the back of his hand, be pinned in the Adventure by the ...

Our dear Tavern Keeps Master Pabo and the lovely Madam Fluer are again working hard to planeth the festivities for the region this December. A suggestion wast entertained, to have a great Christmas Sea HurlyBurly, a typical FFA battle, followed by Party with Afters. West Indies special, the dark rum-soaked, spiced, fruit filled cake.   Now, here dear reader is where thy valorous good will and cunning minds art requested! At which hour of which day to arrange this wet and fierce battle in the warm seas of our West Indies? Prithee if thou hast some attention and opinion, contact the Chuns with your preference. The afters might be in the tavern or up north in the winter forest, all up to thy preferences, so harken to these thoughts! There be some fusty pirate rules to follow here regarding the standard approved ships, but a most novel proposal hath been brought forward. The new fashion from the fusty country, pulled pepp'rmint "candy canes" Aye, fer battle ships may be festo...

9 November 1720 Babble Merchants Our gossip column of rumours and half-truths, some full truths. *** The Quest Beckons the Hero A submission from a new Esteemed Author, Madam S. M. A.   *** Yaruba's Maria A conversation with a young native lass making her home here.

  When sailing through Martinique, thee might happen upon a tribal village where animals and humans liveth in harmony.   We spake with a young Tribal Lass named Maria who told to us the story of the island Yaruba. "Life here is peaceful and quiet," the Lady did explain. The island here wast named after her homeland and people in West Africa, Yoruba. The trip here was long, many perished. Their survival wast linked to help from the land and the animals. The Yaruba art known for hospitality. Most days they brew coffee to offer guests who land on their shores. "I like to welcome each soul and offer coffee," Maria said. The young lass does become more Caribbean each day and tests her skill in the Castle weapons battles on Mondays down South in Montserrat. Sundays are reserved for church on Nassau and instruction from the Vicar. The olde Yoruba tribe were known for dancing and Maria hast not forgotten that part of her history. When asked if it be true sore with so fe...

Babble from our local gossips be filled with the comings and goings of a most myst'rious Gent.  That Gent hast been seen across the region and with hard work and a bit of charm learned in the Old Country hast restored much of what was damaged in the winds and waters of the storms this past year. Now we cannot assure verity but our wench artist does swear she saw the visage of a quite quaint Mistress from inside this fusty skelly. Our wench may has't sketched with too much vigor, but p'rhaps it is the apparition of a soul 'r some devious charm learnt from the Siren Mer.  Pyrates and pyros shall rejoice the Gunpowder quest is now restored. And if it be true thee have not succeeded in making the powder, aye, best to learn of the harrowing steps required. Above is sketched the gunpowder grinder. May thee has't valorous fortune to maketh most wondrous kaboom.  * * * News is in the air of the state of the islands of the region being clos'r to Heaven. Now braggarts dot...

I hath done swam the Seas of the Caribbean.  And at which hour I didst, I hath carried a wand and a staff, hard wonneth from Quests, to protecteth, guardeth, and defend 'gainst all enemies. Rumours of Amethyst and Aquamarine But anon, thanks to the love of a most wondrous Sir and a magical spell, the legs I wast granted for a short while art permanent.  Mine own wand and staff lie carefully guarded, yet idle, for I has't different weapons anon.   But the quests! Aye the quests to be wonneth through hard work, tenacity, and guile became lost in time. Only myths yond the younglings did hear about, but nay had the opportunity to meet these fierce challenges.  Bits and pieces went missing, and so, the end goals became lost. Nay young ones had the wands and staffs they did need to protect themselves. Neither couldst those walking the lands win any challenges to be found across the region's isles. Time marches on, the landscape changes, and of late, rumours abound! Ther...

  25 October 1720 ------------------------------------------ Babble Merchants and Clabberfarts  * Whither the Tribal Wars, part the second * Sulpher and Bones on the Seas *

 By dark of night, didst cometh to pass a spectacle from the depths of Davy Jone's wat'ry grave the All Hallows Procession of Ghastly and Ghostly ships.    Onlook'rs w're gobsmack'd and didst select King Jon of Aruba's ship, nay, Island of Doom and Hellfire as the star of the nonce.  A well des'rv'd first prize trove of loot and glory at finally having did achieve the ultimate rank.   A close second wast the ship head'd by Captain Tracy and Mercy with a crew yond hath appeared ravenous.  Th're wast some fear those gents might crasheth the party and consume all the marchpanes. Our own auth'r Master Kinch Villard didst narrowly dismount a third lodging award and we doth desire that gent is not so enchant'd by the coin he hath taken, that he ignores this coming week's assignment. Fourth wast Madam Martina Shan, with anoth'r impressive ship.  In a stroketh of valorous f'rtune, Joyce from Aruba kingdom off'r'd a purse of 10...

Here I returneth aft'r meeting the two Chiefs of our neighb'ring tribes.  As expected the two recollections of the events, though agreeing on few things, couldst not be m're diff'rent.   SKETCH: THE BEAUTY AND DANGER OF THE BOUNTY REGION Chief Allie of the Poukai, tells a straight forward st'ry of Robbery and Desecration. Two black pearls were off'r'd by one of the Poukai to their Goddess Akna. The pearls did disappear and the Goddess reveal'd the name of the Coystrill as one of the Kaiabi.   Chief Terrrence of the Kaiabi admits one of their memb'rs did take something from the Poukai village on Bounty, but here is where his story doth take a diff'rent direction. SKETCH: THE KAIABI CALLING ON THE WISDOM OF THEIR ANCESTORS The loot that gent calleth "gifts" to his recollection wast w'rthless, "apples, twigs, and oth'r smelly things," and was left there to lure the Kaiabi's men. "Delusional" wast Chief Allie...

Some gossip from the region. Ho! Didst thee notice, a h'rde of settl'rs and m'rchants did come to Nassau land this week to start anew.  We wish those folk felicitations and impl're the chicken thieves to beest on their most civil behavi'r.  We behold f'rward to a most wondrous market in the coming weeks. Shaketh the dust from thy shoes, strang'r.  Welcometh to thy new home. Speaking of the Flibbertigibbet, the Market continues at the Noon Hour on Sundays and farm'rs with produce art dearly needed. The simple harvests of corn and potato art greatly desired and one needeth not a king's ransom to claim a tent and off'r a basket. Seen in the realm but looking thin, and as at each moment with the most p'rfect rings of smoke man did admire.  Wast an early All Hallows apparition? Is that gent returneth 'r passing through? Bid us the gossip thee hath heard, gentle reader!