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!
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Jan 22 2016, 10:01 AM
Date: 6-th of May 1720, mid-afternoon
Place: Kingston, Jamaica, on the fair ground
- continued from here
There were few words Nathanial could say now, so full of joy for having met Sebastien. They found a quieter place, in a remote corner of the fair ground, where two people could talk and actually hear each other, without being overheard, at their turn, by others as long as they kept to a normal voice, not overexcited by too much liquor.
And they were almost sober this afternoon. Only happy to have met again.”You are my favourite present for the whole festival!”
Nathanial exuberantly said, hugging him again. ”I can’t believe you are here!”
Of course they had a lot to catch up with since the mid-February festival in Port de Paix."You were saying about being washed overboard... again?"
he asked, frowning in concern.
He didn't have much to tell - or so he thought while perfectly sober. After a few sips of rhum, the situation might change and he'd brag freely."I haven't got many things to brag about. It was the battle of Nassau... no, the Sovereign wasn't there right then, they caught a Spanish ship running away with the loot and brought it back to Sir Woodes Rogers... but neither was I aboard at that time, I was seconded temporarily on a privateer ship and I actually fought the battle."
Yes, and he got more than washed overboard too. But was it all right to tell Sebastien about it? Maybe yes, after hearing about his adventure. And he could confess the not so good things to his friend as well..."Then we spent a while for repairs, and when we were sent again, at the beginning of April, in patrols, we thought we saw a Spanish ship coming from Florida. We chased her, gunned her down... It happened that I was in charge, as my master gunner was away sent by the Vice-Admiral somewhere. But I just obeyed the orders... Well, it ended with it being the French flagship, and we getting hell for the friendly fire,"
Sebastien was the one with the adventures, not Nathanial.
Aug 9 2015, 11:11 PM
Date: 3-rd of May 1720
Place: Kingston, Jamaica, at the fair
If two days ago Nathanial remained mostly with Iwan (and with the French lieutenant as long as he stayed with them), and yesterday he had to remain most of the time aboard, watching out for supplies, with little wandering time, today he was roaming alone through the town, aiming to go, again, to the fair ground. What else to do? Drinking was something he could do at the fair, maybe at better prices than in town. Eating, too. And for someone who wasn’t interested in dancing and chasing skirts, what most of his crewmates did, the fair was interesting with its shows and oddities.
Near the fair ground, a bunch of boys were playing with a ball made of a pork bladder, kicking it around. The ball games were banned from the street in England, but in the colonies nobody cared about it. As the boys let it run towards Nathanial, he attempted to kick it back, all laughing childishly.
In England, people believed football was very noisy and dangerous, and therefore the banning. He hadn’t played like these ones. Playing football was often just an excuse for the young men of one town or village to fight those of another, the players being more likely to kick each other than the ball, and this often led to trouble between two whole villages or towns. Not that stealing Maypoles, if keeping it to May Day celebrations, was anything else than the same trouble. However, there had been voices advocating that football could teach boys to play together and learn to obey orders –all good things.
Nathanial had heard about it – but truth was that he had never touched a ball until now. So, instead of going back to the boys as intended, the ball hit another man who happened to pass by. "I am sorry,"
he apologized to the hit man. "I hope you aren't hurt."
He wasn't going to start trouble. He didn't want to sleep in jail tonight, because the soldiers would be less forgiving with a sailor, enjoying the idea of having a Navy captain ask for his men back.
Jul 18 2015, 09:17 PM
Date: 1-st of May 1720
Place: Kingston, Jamaica, at the fair
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Nathanial grinned at Iwan's words.”I’d take something, to get distracted as well. But I’d rather take the May punch today, because it can be found only in May, when sweet woodruff is in flower. It is also light, taking away thirst and feeling you refreshed for a longer time, besides the unusual woodruff flavour.”
He stopped to ask for a mug of May punch.
At the question what they could do around the fair, Nathanial shrugged.”I’d say, let’s go exploring. It’s impossible not to find something attracting our attention. From the strange animals exposed in that corner, to musicians, actors, tumblers and jugglers. Things to hear and to watch. Or places to show your strength in various ways, with receiving a part of the bets.”
He thought Iwan could win at a few such contests, from the classical fist fights to carrying logs or others. He was stronger than Nathanial.
They passed next to a noisy puppet show, but the crowd around it was too big for them to understand anything.
Jan 25 2015, 10:47 PM
Date: 28-th of February 1720, in the evening
Place:Nassau, Bahamas, in the tavern “Providence Heaven”
Aboard the French flagship, the dead had been buried – given the proximity to the town, the Governor of Bahamas made the arrangements that all the sailors from all the ships in fight who died aboard a ship to be buried in the cemetery of Nassau, and the burial took place yesterday. Life was going on. The ship doctor had a lot of work, because there were lots of wounded to take care of.
Since the French flagship had saved him, Nathanial was trying his best to gather himself and chose what to do further. The privateer ship boy who got saved together with him, Olivier, was French and he remained aboard the French Navy ship, courtesy of the captain. That lucky young boy had his future assured.
Nathanial himself, couldn’t say he was doing bad; Thierry had been taking care of him like an older brother. He was sharing his cabin with him and encouraging him, since Nathanial was a little shaken by the events. The older man was patient, not minding when waken up by Nathanial’s nightmares, who still felt at night, in deep sleep, that he was sinking and drowning, exactly like in the first moments when he had found himself thrown into the sea by the explosion. But he knew he couldn’t remain aboard the French Navy ship.
He had to return to Kingston, to the ”Sovereign”
. Not only because he had sworn allegiance to the British Crown, but also because Sebastien had told him, when they met at Mardi Gras, that it was important for him to remain in the Navy; he could help his beloved pirate more this way.
Now he was wandering through Nassau, a town he had visited several times together with his crewmates. This time he was alone, and his steps led him to the ”Providence Heaven”
, a tavern he had been to last time in Nassau. It was a decent one, and he hoped to meet other British sailors. He, with his love of French language, wouldn’t have thought that after three days surrounded only by French would have liked some compatriots’ company. But maybe this moodiness was also an effect of the shock…
Aug 24 2014, 02:44 PM
Date: 7-th of February 1720
Place: Kingston, Jamaica, Sir Blackwell’s Attorney at Law Office
The ship had anchored, and Nathanial got a list of errands from the master gunner, as it was expected from the gunner’s mate. If he wasn’t the first to help with resupplying and everything, then who else?
But given the recommendation the masked Robin Hood
with French accent had given him upon departure, he was supposed to find a message from him with a young lawyer in Kingston. Accordingly, before even starting the other errands, he went to seek him.
Sir Blackwell’s Attorney at Law Office was located not far from the main square, in the city center. Nathanial knocked. He generally was intimidated by the authorities.
A footman came to ask whom he was looking for.”I am looking for Mr. Jonathan Willett, from the part of Mr. Gerard,”
The footman went to announce the young lawyer.”Mr. Willett, there is a young sailor, poorly dressed, asking for you from the part of Mr. Gerard,”
he repeated, aware of the disdain Mr. Willett had for commoners.
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