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The Sea was a place to get away from your troubles. No one can find you, no one could hurt you. That's the life I desired. My grandfather was a sailor in the King's Navy for 30 years and told me of the grand adventures he and his many ships went on, around the Cape of Good Hope, Tahiti, fighting pirates, and going hull-to-hull with the Spanish and the French more times than he could remember. He made it sound as though every day was a grand adventure.
Now I was living it.
Instead of joining the Royal Navy as my grand father, I went the way of a legal pirate. England was at war with the French and Spanish for the umpteenth time and their Navy needed help in order to check their advances through the seas. They started enlisting private citizens to be privateers. To be one was simple, a company or a captain of a ship would offer their ship to the Crown for service. The weapons and sailors had to be paid for at my expense. If the Crown approved of my service, they would issue a Letter of Marque which was a writ from the Crown authorizing me, essentially it was 'deputizing' me for service. Thereby, if I were to fall into enemy hands, I would be protected as a prisoner-of-war rather than be hanged as a pirate. That would if the Spanish and the French would adhere to it. Many tales have been said in the taverns of privateer crews being hung, the whole crew!
My parents, God rest their souls, left me a small ship called the Trepidation. They ran a small merchant business ferrying people and cargo between France and England during the peace. She was a 91 feet long and 25 foot wide with a displacement of 220 tons, she was smaller than a sloop-of-war, carrying just six 4-lb guns and 10 swivel guns for close defense. When they passed, they left it to me. I didn't have much stock in being a merchant. I wanted to be an adventurer like my grandfather and this was my chance. Selling the business, hiring a crew, cannon, powder, supplies, and fitting the ship accordingly, the Crown was gracious to accept me and issued a Letter of Marque with orders to proceed and sink or take a prize any ship that raised a French or Spanish flag.
The greatest hunting ground was the Caribbean. The bustling harbors dotting the coast, fields full of plantations that harvested; sugar, rum, coffee, rice, citrus, and a load of other goods. We take them and send them back to England for the Prize Courts, we would get a share of the profits when the ships and their contents were sold. That's what drove most of the crew to come aboard. 50 men were on board this ship, 5 'officers' and 45 ratings. Most of them had years of sea service in both the merchant fleet and the Royal Navy.
We set to sea full of hope and adventure, with grand fantasies of raiding ships, capturing prizes, plunder, and of course, rum and women.
That was a year ago.
Now the Trepidation was gone. It was sunk after a violent clash with a French brigantine off the coast of San Juan. She struck her colors after a heavy fight. Yet, the Trepidation, despite all of our efforts, sank below the waves. A sad loss, the memories of my parents went with it. But now, with a larger, heavier, and powerful brig, renamed Alarm (It was considered bad luck to rename a ship after one that was sunk) we were brazen in our attacks, openly challenging French ports and Spanish galleons.
In a one month span alone we captured 18 Spanish galleons, loaded with spices and goods that would make us wealthy for life. We sent them back to England and continued our raids. The Spanish compared us to nothing more than pirates. Every galleon we took, they told that the crew of the Alarm had rising bounties on our heads, last one was for 60,000 pieces of gold!
Our image as pirates carried on over through all of the Caribbean. We call ports like Tortuga and we lavished with praise, spirits, and women. There's something to be said when the Governor's gorgeous 25-year old daughter allows you to climax on her. It would seem that we were both heroes and a bane at the same time.
Now I was living it.
Instead of joining the Royal Navy as my grand father, I went the way of a legal pirate. England was at war with the French and Spanish for the umpteenth time and their Navy needed help in order to check their advances through the seas. They started enlisting private citizens to be privateers. To be one was simple, a company or a captain of a ship would offer their ship to the Crown for service. The weapons and sailors had to be paid for at my expense. If the Crown approved of my service, they would issue a Letter of Marque which was a writ from the Crown authorizing me, essentially it was 'deputizing' me for service. Thereby, if I were to fall into enemy hands, I would be protected as a prisoner-of-war rather than be hanged as a pirate. That would if the Spanish and the French would adhere to it. Many tales have been said in the taverns of privateer crews being hung, the whole crew!
My parents, God rest their souls, left me a small ship called the Trepidation. They ran a small merchant business ferrying people and cargo between France and England during the peace. She was a 91 feet long and 25 foot wide with a displacement of 220 tons, she was smaller than a sloop-of-war, carrying just six 4-lb guns and 10 swivel guns for close defense. When they passed, they left it to me. I didn't have much stock in being a merchant. I wanted to be an adventurer like my grandfather and this was my chance. Selling the business, hiring a crew, cannon, powder, supplies, and fitting the ship accordingly, the Crown was gracious to accept me and issued a Letter of Marque with orders to proceed and sink or take a prize any ship that raised a French or Spanish flag.
The greatest hunting ground was the Caribbean. The bustling harbors dotting the coast, fields full of plantations that harvested; sugar, rum, coffee, rice, citrus, and a load of other goods. We take them and send them back to England for the Prize Courts, we would get a share of the profits when the ships and their contents were sold. That's what drove most of the crew to come aboard. 50 men were on board this ship, 5 'officers' and 45 ratings. Most of them had years of sea service in both the merchant fleet and the Royal Navy.
We set to sea full of hope and adventure, with grand fantasies of raiding ships, capturing prizes, plunder, and of course, rum and women.
That was a year ago.
Now the Trepidation was gone. It was sunk after a violent clash with a French brigantine off the coast of San Juan. She struck her colors after a heavy fight. Yet, the Trepidation, despite all of our efforts, sank below the waves. A sad loss, the memories of my parents went with it. But now, with a larger, heavier, and powerful brig, renamed Alarm (It was considered bad luck to rename a ship after one that was sunk) we were brazen in our attacks, openly challenging French ports and Spanish galleons.
In a one month span alone we captured 18 Spanish galleons, loaded with spices and goods that would make us wealthy for life. We sent them back to England and continued our raids. The Spanish compared us to nothing more than pirates. Every galleon we took, they told that the crew of the Alarm had rising bounties on our heads, last one was for 60,000 pieces of gold!
Our image as pirates carried on over through all of the Caribbean. We call ports like Tortuga and we lavished with praise, spirits, and women. There's something to be said when the Governor's gorgeous 25-year old daughter allows you to climax on her. It would seem that we were both heroes and a bane at the same time.
