[back to FRP]
“Such a Day, Rum all out. Our Company somewhat sober. A damn’d confusion amongst us! Rogues a-plotting, great talk of separation so I looked sharp for a Prize.
“…took one, with a great deal of Liquor on board, so kept the Company hot, damn’d hot; then all Things went well again.”
Blackbeard
A list of Voyages which is poor thin stuff unlike the whole cloth of accounts from ne’er-do-wells Dryden and van der Vecken. For those that don’t know a pinnace from a galleon I’ve put together some descriptions in an article on ships as the game does involve them a little. If that is too technical just remember the sharp end is called the bow and the blunt end the stern…
System mechanics v6 – wounds, experience
Conversion to v7 “Risus” (system change history)
Steve Jackson of the eponymous Games company (GURPS etc) rather likes Lego and Pirates it seems. He has a number of good Pirate links there…
The Old Ships
I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep
Beyond the village which men still call Tyre,
With leaden age o’ercargoed, dipping deep
For Famagusta and the hidden sun
That rings black Cyprus with a lake of fire;
And all those ships were certainly so old
Who knows how oft with squat and noisy gun,
Questing brown slaves or Syrian oranges,
The pirate Genoese
Hell-raked them till they rolled
Blood, water, fruit and corpses up the hold.
But now through friendly seas they softly run,
Painted the mid-sea blue or shore-sea green,
Still patterned with the vine and grapes in gold.But I have seen,
Pointing her shapely shadows from the dawn
An image tumbled on a rose-swept bay,
A drowsy ship of some yet older day;
And, wonder’s breath indrawn,
Thought I — who knows — who knows — but in that same
(Fished up beyond Aeaea, patched up new
— Stern painted brighter blue — )
That talkative, bald-headed seaman came
(Twelve patient comrades sweating at the oar)
From Troy’s doom-crimson shore,
And with great lies about his wooden horse
Set the crew laughing, and forgot his course.It was so old a ship — who knows, who knows?
— And yet so beautiful, I watched in vain
To see the mast burst open with a rose,
And the whole deck put on its leaves again.
Flecker