Peace with Spain was signed in February 1720. In late April its news arrived to the West Indies, so all the Navies got allied against the common foe – pirates, making their trade more difficult to survive. Which side are you on?
Be ye a pirate, a naval officer, a slave or a lady, you will find a place aboard one of our four ships or live on a paradise island. Men aboard any ship are strongly recommended as first characters, and civilians as secondary ones. No more female sailors are allowed.
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Port de Paix dwellers
The inhabitants of Port de Paix
, a French colony, are now busy with celebrating Saint Jean d'Ete
and a wedding
among the highest nobility. Time for everyone who happens to be in Port de Paix to know them better… and to add your personal flavour to the holiday!
gunner's mate aboard "La Chanson"
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Oct 3 2016, 01:11 PM
Date: 9 June 1720, late at night
Place: Port de Paix, Saint-Domingue, Hispaniola, in a tavern
-Continued from here
Jack had got dressed, after drying up a little under the moonlight. The air was fresh, and he felt a new energy after the night bath. Not that he had any work to spend this energy during the daytime either, while the ship was under repairs.
Funny what kind of a merman he found in the water, he mused, looking for the tavern next to the building his former crewmate lived in. Sailors had a penchant for finding taverns. He stood in front of it, waiting for Ira, after he had to fend himself against a streetwalker's insistence. "No, thanks, I don't need you, go away!"
he shooed her.
He hadn't been the type to pay for a woman, except his early years. Charming them worked better. But now he had a fiancee, and a desire to leave behind his older self, Jack-of-all-hearts. Well, also an ambition which most likely wouldn't come true too soon."Glad to see you again!"
he greeted Ira when he appeared. "I didn't want to enter without you."
May 24 2016, 09:46 AM
Date: 5-th of May 1720
Place: Kingston, Jamaica
The days were passing quickly. Jack would have liked to spend them all with Julienne, to his crewmates' teasing; but he couldn't. He needed some patience, a thing he had understood from the start, without being told by anyone. During the days before the festival, he was passing to see her after she closed the workshop. This, if he didn’t happen to run errands in town during the day, because, in that case, he might come to her with some treats for a brief visit.
Since he had seen their wedding in the crystal ball
, Jack was not exactly the same man like before. Yes, he had seen something more, his past as a promise for the future, in a way he couldn’t understand, but he had ceased thinking about that. There would be a promotion in store for him some day. It was somehow connected to the British Navy, in a way he couldn’t predict. But now it seemed more important that a wedding with her was in their future too. Not that he was ready for this step yet; still it meant that, unlike others, she’d be the one waiting for him. The angle of making a prospective commitment, with the wedding day not yet set, to happen when he’ll be able to afford a ring and a proper wedding, appeared less and less daunting to him. This way, he’d have plenty of time to save and get used to the idea at the same time.
After the May Day, spent together at the fair, people returned to work, and so did Julienne. There was enough time for enjoying the festival’s attractions after closing shop (except in the day when his duties required him aboard the ship). And this was what they had been doing, until today. A day they decided to spend again at the fair, in order to make it memorable for Esther, since it was her last day in Kingston. Tomorrow at dawn her ship would leave for Port de Paix, and the passengers had been requested to be aboard tonight. Jack intended to be next to Julienne at the departure. He knew what it meant, as her cousin was the only relative Julienne had.
Mar 8 2016, 10:30 AM
Date: 7-th of May 1720, mid-morning
Place: Kingston, Jamaica, in the market streets
It was the last day of the festival. A day when he couldn't see Julienne, except, eventually, a few minutes and, if lucky, a stolen kiss. But even these were unlikely to happen. His shore leave had ended, and "La Chanson"
would weigh anchor tomorrow morning at dawn, wind willing.
Actually, he had bid good-bye to Julienne last evening, and he was wearing proudly the new shirt she had made for him. Now, he and Neil were running some errands. Whom would the captain entrust haggling and resupplying in Kingston, if not to English-speaking guys... or, well, in their particular case, as much English-speaking as the British could drill by the stick into honourable Irish families.
Raymond and Ben were also given other shops to visit and get the final supplies, for the same reasons, so they had split ways once arrived to the market streets.
Jack and Neil had almost done their duties, the goods following to be brought to the ship by the merchant's helpers in the afternoon. They were pondering now if to get something to eat and drink before returning to the ship.
Feb 6 2016, 11:07 AM
1-st of May 1720Place:
Kingston, May Fair Ground
- sort of continuing from here
If one who knew Jack–of-All-Hearts for several years had watched him closely since the ship anchored in Kingston a few days ago, he would have said this was not the same man.
Yes, compared with last August or even to a couple of months ago, he was far better physically. His bad leg ached sometimes, but his limp was less noticeable. He was less in pain-induced sour moods and the rhum flask wasn't his usual evening companion anymore, unlike a few months ago, when it was the only remedy to dull his pain a bit. He had to thank it both to following Mikael's advice
and to Madame
Or, maybe, also to Julienne, his latest love interest – the proper lady he was courting. Her presence in his life had risen his ambition to get out of the situation he had been into and to be a man suitable for her. Up to now, there was a certain progress… Maybe this was what made him difficult to be recognized by those who knew him fleety and charming one woman after another.
He had got a new coat after a memorable faro game, and the latest prize money were partially spent on a pair of nice shoes and a fine shirt, meant for shore leaves. Once arrived to Kingston, he got a haircut, giving up his pony tail and, presentable, he went to pay a visit to his sweetheart.
He had kept the promise
he had made to Julienne on Mardi Gras. Not only to have taught her sharp shooting, but also he had brought her from his voyages, as the most cherished present, a flintlock pistol with two barrels
, thinking it a good defense for her.
Oct 9 2014, 02:46 PM
Date: 20-th of January 1720
Place: Kingston, Jamaica, in the market streets
Today was rather cloudy. The menace of a storm was shadowing over Kingston, rather unusual for this time of the year, but it didn’t look like going to rain immediately. Perhaps in the late afternoon or evening. The market was crowded of people, doing their usual business under the more careful look of the patrols.
Jack was on shore leave. Meanwhile waiting for the prize to be judged, there were all kinds of supplies to be made. He was in the market streets with business. The privateer cook had just given the order for fruits and vegetables, to be delivered in two days aboard the ”Twilight Shark”
. Hopefully until then the prize would be awarded and they would be able to pay the merchants in full.
He was just looking at a stall, when a running lad bumped into him. Jack, with quick reflexes, caught him, ready to make him apologize… when he noticed the lad had a purse in his dirty hand. A rather fat purse, full of silver florins, not matching his dirty, raggedy state.
If a former pirate, turned privateer many years ago, couldn’t recognize a pickpocket when caught in the act, with the prey in his hands, then who could? He might not be so sure on his wounded leg anymore, but his hands were quick when he grabbed the offender steadily.”Why in such a hurry? Tell me where you got that purse from, and I might not call the soldiers on you. You know what getting in their hands mean for one like you…”
The lad struggled and kicked about to get free, but a crowd was circling them. He tried to fight the man, tearing his shirt sleeve in the process, without getting any other result than an angrier Irishman, less prone to let him go. ”I took it from a woman,”
he finally confessed. ”And she noticed and tried to pursue me. She’ll be here soon, I think.”
The pickpocket’s tone became pleading:”Please don’t call the soldiers. I give it back… I give it to you to return it to the lady when she arrives here…”
. This skin was made by MORU
specifically for BEFORE THE MAST
and rethemed by MASCHA