St John's Parade 2009~Lord Rafe's Pictorial

Lord Rafe himself...



Ye olde Blues Brothers...

More Totuga~stolen from Arrroger

The view from Arroger's spyglass...

Tortuga~October 18th~The Tavern

The building of the Tavern...



We need to rethink this...




Lord Rafe and Red Banshee(in stealth pirate mode) grommeting the canvas...


Powder monkeys digging post holes...they have the right sized hands and arms for measuring...

The canvas being set...

Lord Rafe snarls prettily for posterity while Topknot ponders the next step...

Topknot and Lord Rafe anchoring the front edge of the Tavern...

Setting up the 'Bar'

The hard part is done and the decorating begins!

Artwork, wanted poster, and fish bones lend an air of 'something'...

Wherein candles are lit and finishing touches are added by Roger and his wench Candy.

Pirates of Portlandia...we're everywhere you want to be...

Roger tying a final knot...

Piratical Fire starting techniques...

By this time it is too dark for more visuals, Topknots Tortuga Tavern was a hit with everyone. The bar was a 'take something from here and leave something in here' sort...don't know what the finale tally was, but it hopefully helped to replenish the rum. Coffee Pirate had left a full bottle of Blackstrap and the makings of grog. There was a Rum basted ham and sausage links donated by the nicest pair of Pirates I have ever had the privilege to know (Bob and Marsha, I forgot your Pirate monikers, forgive this senile old woman).

Much fun was had around the fire, we sang a bit, drank lot's and laughed much. Be sure to congratulate Topknot when you see him next...and asked him if he has 'toasted' his other boot yet...

Best line of the weekend goes to Crimson Gypsy, said during the Smores session of the fire...."Don't Harsh your Mallow"

Tortuga~3rd friday & October 18th

Coffee Pirate and her aide d'camp disembarked around dark with a preternaturally large amount of gear. (You will live this down in about 10 years) After much gnashing of teeth and muttered swearing...we beat a tactical retreat to the Rolin for 3rd Friday festivities. Coffee's aide stayed back to finish making camp. We sat ourselves dockside and accosted the local river folk while sipping our favorite tipple. Blackstrap for those of ye who do not ken.

Unfortunately, come the morning light, Coffee Pirate was deemed too ill to continue and we made haste to break camp and get them on their way so she might get doctored. I received a Pigeon, Monday morn with news of her greatly recovered. There are still some squalls to be weathered her way, but she was feeling almost ship shape and was sure she would be well and attending 1st Friday.

Lord Rafe and Lady Ophelia arrived to spend the day, and glad were we of their help in the building of the soon to be infamous Tavern...but I get ahead of meself...

Miss Terri brought us a pot of Squash soup, which I have been promised a receipt of for the sharin' around. Alas, we had little in the way of genteel trappings and so had to make do with the old dip and lick maneuver...here demonstrated by Crimson Gypsy.

Speaking of Crimson Gypsy...she had brought a new tent...quite palatial in size, I caught her and Ann Rackham in setting it up.

Randy Rackham and Evelyn Rose arrived with Topknot and Ruby upon the Sea Squirrel, we made haste to unload and carry all necessities ashore for the building of the Tavern...but, that is tomorrows tale...