At one point or another, I’m pretty sure everybody wonders what being filthy rich feels like. I never believed my mom when she said “Big pockets belong to big liars”, but after spending a week at the Bahamas with the richest scamp on the planet, I think I’m a believer.
As if that’s not shocking enough, this “rich scamp”? He might just be the ghost of a ruthless pirate.
I’m not crazy! Bahamian legends foretell about all the murderous things pirates are capable of. I have lots of evidence to back up my theory.
My suspicions all started after sitting in a squeaky clean limousine…
Hello now. How may I address you? Friend? Colleague? Chap? Ah yes, that will do nicely, I say.
Hello, my dear chap. I am Professor Kat I. Marble. I do enjoy a good game now and again, even when it’s a game of solitaire: Bullseye Mahjong and TriPeaks, Solitaire Scrabble, crosswords and word searches, Spider and Diplomat and Royal Rendezvous.
I always like a game that works my mind and makes me think. Perhaps that’s why my friend the fox brought me this game: Kaleido Blast!It’s a solitaire dice game, like Phase 10, D-Day Dice, and Escape: The Curse of the Temple. It’s not LIKE them, per se, but it is fairly similar. I’ve included a few shots of me, enjoying the game, below. Watch the slideshow to see how it played out.
But the thing is, chap, Kaleido Blast! has changed from the version that I played. From what I’ve heard through the grapevine, there have been a number of changes made to the game. Here’s a breakdown of the alterations:
The enemy shapes are different, and the pieces are now plastic.
The shields are now asteroids to enhance the space experience.
The pawn has changed shapes, and is now plastic as well.
Life chips have been added to replace extra pawns.
The board- upgraded! Now better quality than it was.
The rules have been tweaked.
The box has been modified.
The storefront has been updated.
Website to Bookworm Games, coming soon.
The price has risen, but the game is better quality too!
It’s weird how when you’re obsessed in something, everything feeds your obsession, rather than distracts you from it.
While trying to figure out this week’s blog post, I passed time by reading news on Syria. Not much more about how the Aleppo residents are doing. So I moseyed to my home library in search for a book, any book, that would provide inspiration, and among an assortment of fiction, religious writings, technical books, and self-help, one called out to me: “Knights of the Crusades”, A Horizon Caravel Book, authored by Jay Williams, 1962.
This’ll give me material for my History category, I thought, but where do I start reading?
Lo and behold, as I flipped through it, the word “Syria” jumped off the page into my brain. No way! I checked the index to find out just how much Syria was a part of the Crusades, and as it turns out, oh yes, it does have something to do with that time in history, simply for being a neighboring country and main route to the main contention, Jerusalem.
In the 11th century, Muslims dominated Jerusalem. As the story goes, the Catholic pope decided it was time to gain the support of the masses and take back the Holy City in a religious escapade, with dreams that it would bring the entire world closer to God. There followed battle after battle, cities conquered, and crusaders named king over middle eastern lands, and can you imagine, in some unsettling way, it seems like the reverse of what is happening today. The Muslims have begun to thrive in regions of Europe, taking advantage, sometimes, of lenient governments. Not all Muslims are bad, true, and I wonder if the same was said about Crusaders a millennium ago.
Whether then or now, religion remains a strong influence on mankind. Early 1000s, Crusaders wiped out any people who got in the way of their religious victory. Modern day, jihadists do much the same, infiltrating their agenda within the hearts and minds of cultures, worldwide, slowly reaching higher heights. Yet people are harmed, voices are silenced, lives ended. How has time changed us, or does history fall victim to a cycle of sad fates?
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Through years of practice, Kat has learned how to adapt her penning and shading to match different periods in history. In this video, you can see her drawing like an old style, the artist, Domenico Ghirlandaio, having drawn the picture to the left. Although Ghirlandaio is a Italian Renaissance painter, pen and paper were used even in the 1600’s, during a time known as the Baroque period, with chalk and charcoal also popular. The Baroque period is where our Jabber Worthy story is set, the time when pirates lived.
The character in our video is Anne-Dieu-le-Veut, which in English means “Anne-God-Wills-It”. She was a female pirate living in history, born in the mid 1600’s, who has an awesome story to say the least; her personality is what makes it exciting; she requested to duel with a man to avenge her husband’s death, then fell in love with that man she wanted to duel! Yo ho ho, the complicated life of a pirate, I tell you, always willing to die quickly, always wanting to love passionately, staying loyal to those worth standing shoulder-to-shoulder with, while being redeemed or staying forever greedy. What’ll happen next! The pirate life is quite unpredictable.
Anne-Dieu-le-Veut will be in our Jabber Worthy stories and game. In fact, lots of pirates will be. It’s a blast! A cannon blast. Hardy haaar!
In the video, Kat adds shadow by drawing lines, some darker tones of mahogany brown, some lighter tones, and with different angles on the face then on the dress, etc. The lines are knit on top of each other, in different angles, to create the darkest shadows. Also, she used digital art brushes to replicate the paper texture. I’m really proud of her for all that she’s learned how to do.
September 25, sometime in the Baroque Era, with a touch of present day.
Ahoy, ’tis Captain Goodrich here. I’d like a moment of your time, if you have some to spare.
This past week you’ve had the chance to meet some of my crew. Soon, I’ll be extending an invitation to all gamers like yourself, requesting that you join Baroque, Dissonancy, Passion, Rococo, and the rest of my crew as our shanty-man on the Phantom Acoustique.
Shanty-men are important roles to fill in a ship’s crew, as the shanty-man is a musician who leads the crew’s work with a shanty, an upbeat song. This keeps our riggers in harmony together and lifts the spirits of the entire crew. Shanty-men also make jolly the celebrations and entertainment onboard the ship so that the crew won’t lose heart on our voyages.
You’ll be navigating the seas, trading at port, dueling both pyrates and friends to protect the treasure maps you claim, and you may even experience a cannon battle or two.
If you decide to receive the invitation and join my crew of second chances, then I will be honored to give you the name Shanty, and my crew will welcome you eagerly into our ranks. You’ll work with the boatswain, the carpenter, the gun master, and even an occasional king or religious evangelist who are taking their own voyage with us.
Friend, how much do you appreciate music? If you love history, art, and music, then get ready to experience the journey of a lifetime in this long awaited, highly-competitive game of the year. In the midst of stealing maps, arresting pyrates, collecting booty and surviving dread cannon battles, you’ll be composing your very own shanty tune in the key of sea.
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September 25, sometime in the Baroque Era, with a touch of present day.
Written with penmanship of Passion, the gentle cooper of the Phantom Acoustique, who was once a slave.
Hi. I’m Passion. I’m the cooper onboard Captain’s ship. My job is to patch barrels when they get a leak, or make sure they don’t warp or rust or crack. It sounds like a pretty simple job, but it’s tougher than it seems.
I’m honored to work for Captain Goodrich. He’s a gracious captain. He saved me from the wheel, which would have been my fate for running away from my cruel master again, if the captain hadn’t have bought me my freedom. Thank you, Cap’n. I’m grateful.
Life on a ship isn’t so bad, if you can look past the rowdy crew. They can be loud, sometimes. But they’re fun people.
Sometimes, after being at sea for long enough, it starts to get tough, because we start to run low on provisions, and there is no fresh fruit and other things. We can only eat tack biscuits, jerky, and other things. It’s ok though, because Pachelbel can make a good bone soup, and Intermezzo can catch us a fine meal of fish.
Sometimes I miss the land, streets to roam, trees to climb, markets to explore, but then I think of the trouble that land always brings me. I see the mark of my former master, branded into the back of my hand, telling anyone who sees it that I’m a runaway slave… and I know that the sea is my refuge. The crew on this ship – no matter how loud or how boisterous they are – are my only friends, my safety. They know where I came from, they know that I am free, despite the message on my hand that says otherwise. If I run away again, I’m dead, for sure. Punished with the worst form of punishment, fit only for an an unruly slave.
But it’s ok, I don’t mind the ship so much. Sometimes we find a pyrate ship, and then we have to fight the pyrates. It’s intimidating for sure, but Captain is good. We always win. Sometimes Captain gives the pyrate a second chance, but lots of times, he takes them to land and gives them to the king. Then the king decides whether to punish or pardon them.
I don’t know what makes Captain give people another chance at life. Why some people and not others? But I do not complain. If it weren’t for his choice to give second chances, I wouldn’t have been forgiven when I was caught pilfering from Rococo. I was quick, but my mate Rococo was quicker, and he caught me. Then Captain returned me to my master, but then turned right around and bought me with all the money he had. I’m indebted to Captain. Captain’s got an important message to post in just a few hours. Please, watch for it.
September 24, sometime in the Baroque Era, with a touch of present day.
Written with penmanship of Pachelbel, the cook of the Phantom Acoustique, who has quite the opinion about what makes good food…
Umm… who would want’a buy yummies with ugly dead bones on them? Scary! I tri’d to tell the designers it was a BAD IDEA! But do they listen to me? No, sir!
I love baking. My dream is to start my very own bakery in the heart of Netherlands, my home. But for some reason, d’spite my expertise, the designers decide to put a SKULL on some seabiscuits and morsels. If it were me doing it, flowers ‘r letters ‘r hearts it would be, but Lacy told me, “No, Pachelbel, we can’t do that for Halloween. People want a scary theme for Halloween.” I don’t agree!
All Hallow’s Eve doesn’t need to be scary! What hapen’d to “Happy Halloween”? Angels should be popular again, why ghouls! Samurais’r better than pyrates cuz they’re heroes, right? I don’t like pyrates. They’re evil. Just cuz I’m the cook on the Phantom Acoustique does not mean I like pyrates, and neither should anyone else. (“Tis rude,” my lady master Baroque repli’d. “Second chances be our motto, remember? Judge not, be not judged.”) But I say we are pyrate hunters! Only pyrate hunters onboard our ship, not pyrates! That’s the point of a second chance – the second chance turns you into a goode hero. Otherwise, no second chance; only first chance continu’d and fail’d!
I stray’d off subject. I will introduce to you, even though I am not happy to share with you a series of cookies I don’t like, the new seabiscuits available for sale. I do it only cuz the boss told me to write something to present the new products, since I be the food lover ‘round here, and cuz the designers surely do need investors. I’ll do the job…. but I don’t have to be happy ‘bout it!
An ingenious morsel of cake! The stick coming off the top gives you something to hold, when you bite into the drizly, chocolatey bite-sized piece. Don’t misunderstand. The pops look tasty! But I do not know why anyone would want to bite into a smiling skull looking out a barrel of a cannon. Maybe if you had a scary All Hallow’s Eve party?
I get hungry looking at it! Although the biscuit looks a bit like a cannon with that painting on it. Round, black, chocolate dip’d: they come in a dozen and would be startling for a pirate them’d event, or maybe an especially special game night, one where all y’friends are onboard.
Fresh for 2 weeks after baked…. hmm, that’s what the seller says, yes yes, but I don’t think they will last that long on a ship with hungry crew. The hardtacks look similar to the seabiscuits below but they taste different (sweet and buttery!), are smaller, and come in a 4 pack.
Mm, mm! These seabiscuits’r topp’d with icing! Although they seem sweeter and more flakie than I’m used to… They wouldn’t last long on my sea voyage – a dozen becomes zero ‘fore I know it, they’re all gone!
Ohh!! I take that back, they do know how to design! After looking at their store, they offer other All Hallow’s Eve cookies. They offer brownies, too. The jack-o-lantern brownies are charming. I didn’t understand at first, why peculiar faces were on pumpkins. Kat explain’d to me: “It’s an emoji, a modern type of smiley face on a pumpkin.” I repli’d “Oh, so it is a pumpkin! In the 21st century, it’s pumpkins you carve and call jack o’ lanterns, right? Well, in my time period, we didn’t know about pumpkins, but pray tell, we knew of the story ’bout Stingy Jack and how he wander’d the netherworld ‘tween Heaven and Hell cuz he wasn’t welcome either place!” Course, it’s only a story. In Ireland, it’s turnips they carv’d faces into. Yum, yum! Turnip soup. One of my favourites to make onboard, when we got the ingredients! That determines all things. What we got in the stowage.
Awww, why didn’t they tell me to advertise this design instead? I would have been happy to do that! Look at ‘em. For yourself!
This brownie would make me glad on the holiday. It is also better for kids which is why one celebrates All Hallow’s Eve. Children want to dress up and play and ward off ol’ Stingy Jack. I could see this hapening better with happy pumpkins!
There are nine other designs ‘sides the two I am showing, expresing all kinds of, what’r they call’d, emojis? Never heard of it. I wish you could buy a dozen cookies each with a different emoji. But please, don’t let that stop you from treating yourself with these funny yummies I can support!
Thank you for reading my post, I am truly apreciative. Perhaps in the future we shall meet sometime. I will be honor’d for you to show an interest in my crew. Come the ‘morrow and Captain Gavotte will announce our plans for traveling the ocean… if you’re a gamer, you can be our shantyman!
September 23, sometime in the Baroque Era, with a touch of present day.
Written with penmanship of Baroque, the beautiful red-headed quartermaster of the Phantom Acoustique.
I shan’t be named as best scribe of the seven seas, but at entertainin’ I know it all. Fer gamin, me choice hobby be Shut the Box. All o’ the power seadogs ‘r’playing it. It takes no time but, maybe a slowish count o’ 20 on yer fingers, and can be 1 player, 2 player, 4 player, however many mates ye want until the box is shut. Aye, it’s just as it sounds, a box without a lid won’t do. Ye have’ta shut it to call victory. … Or a’least be the mate scorin’ the lowest most skimpiest number.
The rules be simple, so simple! Roll o’pair’o dice (six sides) and 2 numbers be showin’. Ye count up the total an’ decide which planks (‘r panels) y’shut. Maybe 1, maybe 2, 3, is perfection. Traditional-like, thar be a row o’ 9 planks, each with numbers 1-9. Be closin’ the box be t’object o’ t’game. T’ close it, ye gotta shut each plank, turn ’em over, ’til none ‘r’ left showin’ numbers.
So roll yer die. Imagine ye got 5 an’ 1. Yer total bein 6, y’can shut 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ‘r 6 planks, to make t’sum o’ 6. which’ee gonna choose? It’s up t’yerself not to end in a deadlock! I’d say choose t’shut 1 an’ 5, which would total 6; but 4 ‘n’ 2′; ‘r 3, 2, ‘n’ 1; ‘r 6 all be others you can play, savvy?
The reason why I choose Shut the Box o’er any other proud title is fer the feel o’ rollin’ the dice. I fancy t’play it while sittin’ ther hearin’ me Captain play his harpsichord. He works his skill’d hands fer hours! Me b’rollin’ t’dice. Although countin’ up t’twelve eventually do tire out yer sore eyes… surely ye’ll relate when I say as I gotta pass me time somehow, whilst that keyboard never stops o’playin. I gots me games to pass the sand in the hourglass with, though now that Madrigal, our swabbie, gave Cap’n a coocoo clock fer the cabin, th’ lil bird pops and says “coo coo” once on t’hour, and interupts the music. (Har har) Cap’n furrows ‘is brow and heaves a sigh ‘n’ shoutin’ “Arg, someone shoot that bloody bird! I playin’ me music and ne’er be ended!“Yar har, ’tis only a jest, ther’s naught be but gentleman qualities in Gavotte.(It be me brother I act out.) Gavotte ne’er speaks an ill word. Rather boring! Nay, be a lie of me. Reliable and noble, that he is. That he is now. Don’t be listenin to a ill word said about he aboard me ship.
Goin’ back t’Shut the Box, if yer findin’ yerself a want fer the game, shops sell it everywhere. Quite the unfortune that it’s a mighty-like doubloons to get a copy. Aye. Free copies’r floatin’ about, but ther imitations. Cheap. Forgive me!!! But I tell’d it like I see’d it, and any good blokes gonna check the depths o’ the web to snatch a version money-a’lackin, and they’ll know meself’s o’fool. No no, ’tis me naught, but thar that copy yer tryin!! Buy yerself a real box. DO NOT go tryin this online version. Shan’t be clickin it, I say! Er’else ya might’s well be lame as a barnacle, cuz yer missin’ ev’ry opportunity to experience a real treasure. Bein the real shuttin’ game.
September 22, sometime in the Baroque Era, with a touch of present day.
Written with penmanship of Intermezzo, the old salt, the Able Bodied Sailor on the Phantom Acoustique.
G’day! Cotton Swift here, but me mates may call me Intermezzo, b’cause that’s the name tha’ Cap’n gave me. You may call me by me musical name, too.
Cap’n gives us each our musical names, and we all ‘r’ proud to be wearin’ ’em. We know the importance of music in ‘is life, and we feel tha’ by takin’ on our new namesake, we be acceptin’ his gracious affections.
Music plays a big role in our times, as t’music sets us apart from all the other eras. With a flourished tutti, mournfully expressive cellos, the fugues and the motets, an’ not even mentioning our fine crew o’musicians: Johann Sebastian Bach, George Frideric Handel, Domenico Scarlatti, Johann Pachelbel, and my personal favorite, Antonio Vivaldi. Ther not on our crew, mind ya. The Bach and Pachelbel and Scarlatti here are normal everyday people like you ‘n’ like me. Vivaldi may be a high-wired’n, though. He be the powder monkey, an’e been set on fire, that’n has.
Life is rich when y’ listen t’the music o’the times. Perfection lies in the chaconne, the zarzuela, the passion. It lies in the music of the old fashioned lute or the foreigner’s didgeridoo, and aye, perfection even lies in a dissonant note, the disharmony of the times – although dissonancy is a curse, its forbidd’n t’music o’ this era. But durns’t ever tell Dissy that she’s forbidden ‘r curst, ye b’hearin’ a thing’r two o’the true disharmony and injustice o’the times.
Though music o’this age be an angel’s voice and harmony be God’s own divine will, none o’the music can outshine the playin’ tha’ Cap’n can do on ‘is harpsichord.
I was a Quaker in me younger years, so I wasn’t allowed t’enjoy the sound o’ music. I was taught that music was the gaiety o’ the devil, and it was a terrible sin to partake ‘n it.
Not t’ go into me full life story here ‘n’ now, as that be a slow ‘n’ dull tale t’tell, but th’madness in me life was a turbulent storm o’er water, and I tried t’ end it out on the sea. B’the waters ‘ad a different call fer me, ‘n’ I followed it straight t’Captain’s ship. His music led me to t’ship, ‘n’ it saved me from the doom that tried t’rob me spirit away.
The music, it haunts t’seas, and on a stormy tide, if yer on another sloop ‘r galley ‘r fluyt and you hear the misty music playin’, carried by the waves… you look out ‘n’ all you see is fog, but you know that out there, somewhere on the watery blue fields, the Phantom Acoustique sits in wait. If ye be a pyrate, beware. But if ye be friend, then ye knows that the waters be safe tonight.
I no’ be familiar with the new toys that t’young folk ‘r walkin’ around with nowadays, but I did manage to get some help figurin’ out how t’make a collection o’ songs that I be likin’ that ya can lis’n to. Watch the first video, especially. It reminds me o’ our good Cap’n Gavotte.
September 21, sometime in the Baroque Era, with a touch of present day.
Written with penmanship of Sarabande, the sister of the captain of the Phantom Acoustique, and a “good” pyrate, in her own right.
Ahoy. This past Monday was “Talk Like a Pyrate” day. If yer a lover of pyrates, then I’m sure the day came as a real celebration, with cannon blasts and jolly livin’ and all! You durns’t hold back in yer banquet ‘n’ drinks, did ye?
But if you love to speak like a pyrate, play like a pyrate, ‘n celebrate the life o’ one, how much do y’actually know about the real livin’ pyrates in history?
Do y’know John Rackham? He be a true pyrate, but didn’t start that o’way. He began as a quartermaster under Cap’n Vane, but when Vane prov’d to the rest o’the crew to be an incompetent leader -‘e refused to seize a French man-of-war which Rackham said was a great claim to plunder- the crew then voted to put Rackham in charge because ‘e knew what they wanted and was willin’ to go all the way in terms o’pyracy. John Rackham became the captain, and led ‘is crew to plunder many Carribean ships before they retired to Cuba. That, of course, does not tell for Rackham’s fate, as he later hired a new crew, only to eventually be caught, tried and hung fer his crimes.
I’m sure you’ve at least heard th’alias name of Captain Edward Teach; known by th’name “Blackbeard”. He fought in the Queen Anne’s war, but didn’t ‘av a ship of his own until ‘e was under the command of Captain Hornigold. Upon th’ frustrations of t’crew over the fact that Hornigold would n’er pillage a British ship, no matter how rich’n spoils, the crew demoted ther cap’n and appoint’d Teach as their new master. Hornigold was allowed to retire where he rec’d a pardon; but Captain Teach and his crew went on to make a terrible name: the dread Captain Blackbeard.
Blackbeard’s name can be a real conversation piece, if y’know what to debate. Was ‘is blood-seekin’ ferocity a bite or all bark?
Despite ‘is surely reputation, there’s no record of th’terror being witnessed first-hand. There’s no story of which ‘e tortured a captive or murdered a captain or misbehavin’ crew. Most likely his appearance itself -seeming as if he came from the very depths of Hell t’ torment the seas- struck such fear n’is opponents that they complied with whatever ‘e willed.
To any good boatswaine or first mate or rigger, they may even notice th’good that Blackbeard has dealt t’ the seas, the caring acts towards humanity that he extended to fellow mankind. Captain Teach took the infamous Stede Bonnet under his wing when he saw that t’crew was on the verge of mutiny; with the permission of Captain Bonnet, Teach took charge o’ t’ship and taught the nobleman-turned-pyrate how to plunder to ‘is crew’s liking.
In another instance, right before ‘is final retirement, Captain Teach’d only attack an’ pillage a ship when ‘is crew was low on provisions, and ‘e would only take what t’crew needed to reach their destination.
That’s right, Jabber. I can speak o’ him next.
Cap’n William Kidd is a pyrate t’ be heard of. Possibly the most famous pyrate, an’ you’re sure to know ‘im, even if y’don’t recognize t’name. Y’see, William Kidd is well-known fer the treasure that ‘e buried, whether it b’fer a bargaining tool fer ‘is own freedom or simply to’ keep the spoils for himself.
Captain Kidd began his adventures in King William’s war. He was a privateer, with a commission by Lord Bellamont and others, t’protect the seas and plunder any ship that’d fly a French flag.
Kidd had no intention to turn t’piracy, but a great misfortune caused ‘is fate t’turn for the worse. He attack’d a moorish ship -that be an Indian ship- but the cap’n of t’merchant ship was an Englishman. ‘Tis attack and the decision t’ keep the spoils fer his crew, made Kidd fall out of the graces o’ the English courts.
Lord Bellamont was suspected of being a part of t’ betrayal, since ‘e was indeed one who invested in the privateer’s commission of reprisals, so to clear ‘is name Lord Bellamont conspired against William Kidd, luring him out ‘n’ turning ‘im in.
Kidd pleaded ‘imself as innocent, claiming that his crew was mutinous pyrates who held him at gunpoint and threatened him to get them what they wanted. ‘is words fell on deaf ears, and he was sentenced to death with a hanging, which was a typical fate for pyrates of that time.
If yer a pyrate lovin’ book reader like I am, then you’ld best be investin’ some time to check out The History and Lives of all the most Notorious Pirates and their Crews, also titled, simply Pirates by Johnson, Charles, fl. It’s not a lively-like read, but it be telling some stories of livin’ pyrates in history. Also, if y’like t’speak like a pyrate, try huntin’ up The Pirate Primer: Mastering the Language of Swashbucklers and Rogues, by George Choundas. It be rightly entertainin to learn a bit o’pyrate lingo, none the least.
People say that dead man tells no tales, but there are too many pyrates with stories t’be told fer that to be true, eh Jabber? Here. Take a fig fer yerself, me dear friend.