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!
Sailing master on the "Rising Sun"
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Aug 28 2016, 06:50 PM
Date: 9-th of May 1720
Place: Kingston, Jamaica
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Andrea was worried. They were supposed to weigh anchor yesterday or today at dawn. The wind had been good in both days, but their captain had been seen last two days ago, in the afternoon, when he had supervised that everything he had ordered was now safely in the hold – and this included some English fabrics and implements to be sold in Cuba, besides the travel supplies. Then, early evening, he went to a tavern, with his guitar… and he never returned.
All right, Andrea and the others could understand that any sailor could be charmed into lingering in a new woman's bed for a full day, even if this wasn't Chago's custom. Anybody could do an unusual thing now and then – Andrea's intention wasn't to get drunk in the day they had arrived here either. Unexpected things happened sometimes. Then, seeing that he wasn't back until evening, they started all to worry, and they looked for him in the taverns around the docks, asked about a Spanish guy with a guitar, singing a ballad in English and other songs. Some had seen him in the evening when Andrea had got drunk with the other Greeks. Some had seen him ordering the travel supplies, the day before. But nobody saw him afterwards.
During the night, Andrea asked himself where else he could look for Chago, because things were already dubious, and he remembered that a similar story of a vanishing captain had as protagonist his sister's fiance, who ultimately proved to have been sold as a slave by vengeful enemies. This wasn't the case for Chago, however… the town ditches and drains were often filled with one or another body stabbed at night… Even a master fencer like Chago could be outnumbered by robbers, stabbed in the back if a glass or two had cut the edge of his alertness, or something like this.
Ultimately, he remembered that he had seen, in the first day of their arrival, Chago at the fair with a young woman he knew. He had seen them at various attractions, until the Greeks found a spot only for themselves in the middle of the crowd. He decided to seek her and ask in the well known inn "Dancing Faerie"
if she or Anne had seen Chago. He had visited Anne during the first day, as it was expected, and he had brought from her news about a possible mark for the pirates. Now this was a different kind of visit.
Jul 17 2016, 11:58 PM
Date:15-th of May 1720, around noon
Place: Basse Terre, Tortuga, in the inn "Elixir d'Armagnac"
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They had just casted anchor in Basse Terre. Andrea wanted to go home to Honey, to give her the gifts he had brought her, to tell her that he didn't mean for the things to happen like they did... But first he needed to go to the inn, not only to introduce Javi to everyone there, including to Said. This was a task his crewmates of "Hermione"
could have done as well. What he wanted first and foremost was to see the captain and to tell him the news heard in Kingston, what mark to look for in the next expedition.
He had no idea what had happened in his absence in Tortuga, so he told Wahab:"Let's go to the inn now. You might still sleep aboard the ship, most of the nights, while in Tortuga, for now, until you get your wages, but you will eat in the inn. Maribel doesn't fear that Chago won't pay his debts. I'll introduce you to her and to my crewmate who comes from around the same area like you."
In the meanwhile, Wahab had all the time to learn who were the regular crew of "Hermione"
and who were the pirates of the "Rising Sun"
temporarily aboard the smuggler's ship. He had also been told that the sloop would spend only two days in Tortuga now, as they wanted to arrive with their British goods to Havana. But these two days were a good time for the newcomer, who hadn't seen yet this part of the world.
Feb 7 2016, 10:37 PM
26-th of April 1720, in the eveningPlace:
Aboard the ”Rising Sun”, in the open sea
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It was already dark when the Council had ended. The ship lanterns could break the darkness only here and there. Somebody had sent a boat to "Hermione"
, inviting Chago over, to assist at the interrogations.
There were people who had left immediately and others who still remained on the deck, debating the various twists of this barely finished meeting.
Andrea stepped into the darkness, his green, cat-like eyes more accustomed with it. Somewhere there, Cacica stayed and looked blankly towards the horizon. He knew she was still angry with him, angry because she had been outvoted.
He approached her, saying on a low tone, just for her:"You are right, Cacica, that if we had your experiences, we would have thought all like you. And yes, you have done everything you could for us all. But why would you want to leave, when knowing you would be missed? You know, even captains get outvoted sometimes on certain decisions. It happens. It is your right to be upset and to wish it had happened differently, but from here to not want to remain among us anymore?"
It was clear from his tone that he was sincere and he wanted to understand. Because if he was persuaded to vote in a way or another and he had been outvoted - how it had nearly happened with the goats when chasing for the Spanish treasure fleet - it would have not crossed his mind to quit them. Just to hope next time his side would win.
Aug 15 2015, 06:27 PM
Date: 29-th of March 1720, in the afternoon
Place: Aboard the ”Rising Sun”, in the open sea
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The chaos of bringing the loot, the wounded crewmates and the new recruits aboard the pirate ships (plus the boys and the goats left on the cay) had lasted until late in the morning. And, again, given that there were four pirate ships involved – out of which, regretfully, it seemed the ”Lucky Devil”
hadn’t been so lucky anymore, having received a deadlier cannonade than the other ships - things hadn’t been as quiet and expedite as other times.
Ultimately, everything settled in, the “Rising Sun
” weighed anchor, compass on Tortuga. Once Andrea finished his tasks for the moment being, and the ship was sailing on the regular route, he addressed one of the new recruits:”Thank you for your help. If you didn’t tell us that was your captain, how could we have known? And our acting captain said she wanted him alive.”
Andrea still wondered what possessed that merchant ship captain to behave how he did – like a Navy officer.
Jun 25 2015, 03:04 PM
The last voyage
Fifteen years had passed since the once youngest pirate sailing master gave up piracy and got his own ship, calling his beloved sister to sail with him, as they had dreamt back in their childhood and early teens. They had the beautiful little ”Colomba”, availing themselves of the stable peace to carry out their less than legal but profitable trade from island to island. Yes, smuggling like their parents had done…
Usually their children were also aboard the ship, but not this time. Honey, Andrea’s wife, who used to sail with him but not at every trip, was getting the preparations for Nora’s engagement party. She was more useful at this kind of things than Marina, who would better make sure that the transport, including Spanish lace for her daughter’s wedding gown, arrived in time so that all the crew could take part in the engagement party.
Andrea, Colomba’s captain, was now a seasoned seafarer in his early fourties. His sister, the future bride’s mother, was not yet fourty. Marina preferred to consider the ship as her home. She wasn’t exactly her brother’s first mate, as she had dreamt in their far away childhood, simply because the ship had none. Everybody worked together peacefully, like aboard the initial “Colomba” of their childhood.
It was a trip like any other… if the hurricane didn’t have the intention to catch up with them in the dangerous area of the Bahamas.
Both Andrea and Baptiste knew what the dark, menacing clouds meant. Baptiste joined Marina and the others in clearing the deck of anything which could be secured below even before hearing the captain’s order. Especially his own tools, as he couldn’t afford losing them.
The wind seemed to come with a spite, threatening to scrape the riggers off the yards. Darkness, cold and rain were the worst parts of a storm, to any sailor, and this was what was expected. All of them had caught lots of hurricanes in their sailing life, and nothing warned them it might be their last one.
”Furl the sails! Strike the yards and the masts!” Andrea ordered.
It was a bit soon in the season for a hurricane, however his orders arrived too late for the incoming weather. Sheets of water started falling from dark skies, and all the sailors had their clothes soaked. Innumerable little cascades were flowing over the deck. With the second round of thunders and lightnings, before having the time to be properly furled, the jib was blown to pieces, then the great mainsail gaped open, and the sail ripped from head to foot.
The sea was seething and the howling of the wind was riotous while Andrea, at the helm, was trying to get into a cove he knew.
Men were running across the deck like headless chicken, frantically trying to tie down various things that kept tearing loose. Baptiste’s eldest son, Chema, was among them. The ropes stung and burned his hands and the sails heaved against him as he was fighting to secure what he could and feeling the very elements doing battle against him. The rainwater whipped into his eyes and made it doubly difficult to manage the tasks that came slightly easier to someone with more sailing experience.
In the rigging, Marina and her crewmates gathered the remains of the torn sail, wrapping it as securely as possibly with gaskets passed over it. As promptly as the heavy rain, beating down the masts, and the moody wind, stinging faces and hands, allowed them to do it, the braces were striken down.
In a flash of light and a roar of thunder, the captain from the helm heard the groan and splinter of wood, felt the structure of the ship shudder underneath him and saw the foremast damaged too. At least it hadn’t fallen, and some pieces of sail were still hanging on it. They didn’t notice that the two who were working right in the foremast’s rigging were swept by the waves – Marina and Jean-Pierre.
”That was a hell of a thunderbolt!” Baptiste exclaimed, crossing himself, as he had been closer to the danger.
Andrea had fought enough storms in his whole life spent on the sea and, no matter that the wind was playing too hard with the masts and sails, he was determined not to give up at the mercy of the elements. Saint Nicholas, Saint Andrew and all the saints to come to their help to make it to the shelter – but he'd be damned if he let that storm make a fool of them!
He turned the helm to enter the cove he wanted to reach to... however, a new reef, unmarked on any map, pierced the hull in two, the commotion sending the captain overboard. He could swim, and he would have survived, if not hurt his head on the underwater reef. But so, a mermaid was waiting with open arms for him, and he knew he couldn’t avoid her embrace.
Another ”Colomba” was sinking, at several decades and several seas distance one from the other. The two siblings who had survived the first shipwreck – and a few in between – marked by the Mermaid Queen to serve Her from the deck of a ship, were now claimed to the Court.
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