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 Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 11:50 am
What's the fun of a pirate ship if you can't go swashbuckling and pillaging?
Crew, please name yourselves and claim a position, then refer to CS Forester's Horatio Hornblower or that other author's book, "Master and Commander" etc for reference on how to sail a big ship. Also on video, both of them.
I nominate our fearless leader as Captain Lord Kobaka (a renegade aristocrat), I claim the post of First Officer, argh!
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 11:56 am
* The First Officer opens up a map of the Seven Seas. *
"Cap'n, which sea shall we make our course to? The Indies, or the China Sea? The Red Sea and the India waters, or shall we sail the Mediterranean and the African waters?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 12:13 pm
I hate real life pirates and think they are the scum of the earth! But a simulation for fun with strong elements of comedy is good...
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 12:15 pm
( Reserved for crew list.)
Captain Foo - A pirate on the seas but a 'gentleman' when home in Britain.
First Officer Kobaka - Also a renegade aristocrat.
(Kobaka, please fill in some amusing background here.)
More... we need more crew! Two men cannot take a sailing ship across the ocean, let alone get pirate treasure... except in their imaginations.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:46 pm
 *signs* i disagree. you should be the captain, ill be the first officer. ^^ because you seem to have more nowladge about pirates then i pirate
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 7:48 pm
* Captain Foo rubbed where his moustache used to be. *
"I really ought to grow my moustache again," he said dreamily. "As to a course, well, that takes some thought. First Officer Kobaka, we'll make a course for the Caribbean Sea. Maybe we'll find a Spanish galleon that we can relieve of her gold doubloons! Once we get there, why, there's thousands of islands where we can hide from the Royal Navy."
* Captain Foo spoke in an educated British accent, just as did Kobaka. This was because they were renegade gentlemen impatient with the strictures of 'polite' society. Now that they had obtained the formerly good ship Grunny, all they needed was a crew, and they'd be ready and able to scourge the merchant ships that they might find alone on the briney seas. *
((We have a choice of time period: 1770's before the American Revolution, or early 1800's during the Napoleonic wars... please state your preference.))
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 7:56 pm
(( If we dont' get any more crew, we'll have to invent some NPC's.
Why it mades a difference about the time period: in the 1770's the Royal Navy was weak... but during the Napoleonic wars, Britain ruled the seas and pirates were very likely to end up daid.))
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 6:48 pm
(Seeing as no one appeared to make a choice, Captain Foo looked in the log book. The year was 1774, a time when governance of the American colonies was messed up and the British Navy was not a very effective fighting force. Consequently pirates flourished. Being a kinder, gentler, hobbyist sort of pirate (as a renegade aristocrat might be) Captain Foo decided to sail to the West Indies in the Caribbean Sea--so much more pleasant to be warm than battle the winter gales of the North Atlantic or the cunning Asian pirates of the China Sea.)
"First Officer Kobaka, we must make the rounds of the London pubs and grog shops and see about hiring a crew."
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 6:54 pm
* While waiting for his moustache to regrow, Foo painted one on himself with smudges of charcoal from a candle wick. It might help to make him look rougher in the grog shops that he would be going to. Putting on an old coat and a battered tricorn hat, he disguised himself sufficiently that no other aristocrat might recognize him. It would never do for 'society' to know about his piratical hobby. *
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 8:49 am
* Captain Foo resigned himself to the "necessity" of making a pub crawl in order to find a crew. He concealed three small bags of coin about his person, besides his obvious wallet, hoping that if he succumbed to drink before paying all the sailors a surety for their service, that at least some of the money might still be in his clothing to pay a carriage to get him home. Yes, that should do, 4 bags of coin, and two daggers... He wished he knew if Kobaka would be along to guard his back. His own crew might, considering the lawless sort he was trying for, be as dangerous as any foe met on the high seas. *
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 11:47 am
* Captain Foo stood on the foredeck of the (shh, "pirate") ship Grunny, tied up at the quay in the Port of London. Some of his crew was now hired, and they were busy swabbing the deck, repairing sail canvas, bringing provisions on board and other sailorly tasks. Squinting up at the masts, Foo felt a swell of satisfaction rise inside him. Or, hmm, maybe it was a burp from drinking ale at lunch. Anyway, the Grunny was shaping up well.
Foo reviewed in his mind the (NPC) seamen that he had hired:
Pickles Lindsay, a cook with a mighty aggressive looking meat cleaver.
Albert Finney, a able seaman with a gift for languages.
Euripedes (Rip) Maxwell, armorer and gunsmith, also skilled at the mixing of gunpowder and grape shot.
Clement Peabody, a former seminarian with a wicked temper and many dueling scars, seaman.
Theodorius Slate, formerly an officer in the Royal Navy, skilled at targeting cannon and quaffing much too much rum.
Aloysius McSwinney, an Irish doctor of physic, said to be on the run from Irish brigands for being too cozy with the English, who was a kind and cheery man unless depressed due to a hangover.
Henry Blount, seaman, not talkative.
Alexander Campbell, a Scots helmsman, with little love for the English Crown, dour unless under the influence of strong drink.
Foo wondered who Kobaka might hire? Or, was he dallying ashore on family errands? *
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 6:48 pm
* While waiting for Kobaka and more crew to show up, Captain Foo sat in his cabin in the aft of the ship reviewing the charts of the Spanish Main. The light from the many small windows in the stern of the vessel was more than enough to read the notations on the charts about shoals and reefs that could sink a ship, and which islands were inhabited and which had drinkable water.
Suddenly Foo heard the sound of cattle lowing on the quay. Ah, good! The animals would be hoisted aboard, and sufficient hay to feed them until they fulfilled their function. Foo rolled up the charts and then went out to watch the loading of the beef cattle. Pickles Lindsay, the cook, was watching the operation with a considering look in his eyes. *
"So, Cook, what do you think?"
"They're well enough, Cap'n. As long as we have fresh water and feed for 'em, we'll not lack for meat until we reach Jamaica."
"Good show."
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 8:29 pm
* It was the break of dawn. Despite being very worried about Kobaka's wherabouts, Captain Foo decided that he couldn't wait in port anymore. The crew was complete. The provisions were all stowed aboard. Any longer and the risk of getting caught in the ocean in one of the season's terrible great storms would increase to the point of madness. *
"Ahem! Cast off the lines! Unfurl the top-sail!"
* None of the crew even knew Kobaka to miss him. Still, Foo felt a sharp pang at the thought of leaving his friend (the only one aboard who would have any personal loyalty to him) behind on land.
He hoped that Kobaka could get a place on a fast schooner and catch up to him mid-ocean, or perhaps, at Jamaica. *
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Futurist rolled 8 6-sided dice:
6, 3, 4, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6
Total: 32 (8-48)
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 5:53 pm
* Captain Foo watched the off-duty crew gaming below-decks in the early afternoon. Dice rattled and oaths were yelled in the close space of the crew's quarters. Foo was fine with such pursuits so long as no one got knifed...
After a while the entertainment value lessened. Foo went up to the deck to sniff the wind and look at the sky. It was good sailing weather and so far there had not been any problems.
Slate and Maxwell came to him, praying to run the crew through their paces with gunnery practice. Foo grinned and agreed. Not only would it be an entertaining hour, but the sharpened skills of the men might save their skins in case of a sea battle.
A boat was put over the side and empty wooden barrels were left floating as targets. Foo observed that only about half of the crew seemed to know what they were doing with a cannon. He instructed Maxwell to mix up the gun crews so that the skilled gunners could teach the inexperienced.
He told them to hold gunnery practice every second day -- with actual shot only half the time, until their aim should improve... *
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 9:08 pm
* Captain Foo looked at the sail through the glass. It was far away and it was gaining on them. Since they were still near England, it might be Kobaka, following them. Or, it could be some small local carrier hauling freight between England and Ireland.
He put away the glass and ordered that word should be brought him once the vessel was close enough to identify. *
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