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Kitty’s Adventures: The Treasure Coast Pirate Fest, January 3rd-February 1st ’15

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By Kitty Sterling, daughter of Captain John Sterling and Alice Mason Sterling. 

January 29

We arrived in the dark. The night was cool and very windy, but I was not afraid because the Crewe were all there and I
knew they would all look after me. Mother and my step-father Captain Sterling were there of course, along with Joshua Merriweather, Fionntan Murtaugh, the Quartermaster Jack Roberts, and the Archangel’s blacksmith Adam Cyphers. Mother made me a cozy bed to rest and keep warm in while the adults set up the camp. When I grew tired of lying still I helped by fetching stakes and lines. The night insects sang loudly and the stars were big and bright.

January 30

I woke up just as the sun was coming up. I soon woke up Mother and talked her into taking a walk along the beach. The rising sun made the water all kinds of colors. We met some of the townspeople on our way back to camp. Breakfast was cooked in a big skillet over the fire, potatoes and onions and sausage and eggs. We all ate lots because we knew it would be a busy day. For the rest of the morning I was allowed to collect shells while the crewe readied the camp for the day and talked with the frequent visitors that stopped by.

Mr. Cyphers allowed me to play with his blacksmith hammer. I had a grand time carrying it about and stirring through the sand for rocks and small shells to test the hammer out on. Mother fussed all morning, sure I would smash my toes, but I did not smash a one! Or anyone else’s either.

Many of the landsmen who visited camp were interested in our navigation equipment. Several of the crew took turns explaining what each of the instruments did. This evening the crew joined together with the local militia for a firing demonstration. The great guns sounded out over the waters, a warning to any pirates who might be close by. 


January 31

This morning we had another fine breakfast, after which I helped by rinsing the clean dishes and stacking them to dry. When the morning work was done I explored the camp and gathered some more shells for my growing collection. One of them was nearly as big as my face!

There is a celebration in town today, and we all enjoyed the opportunity to make merry and spend time together, all while keeping a watchful eye out for pirates, of course. We celebrated Father’s birthday. Mother made some sugar-cakes and we all kicked a ball to and fro, with some of the townsfolk joining in from time to time. When I grew tired I rested in one of the hammocks. Joshua was in the other and we made a game of trying to turn one another out of them.

In the evening there was another firing demonstration. Too soon it was time to break down camp and return home. Once again I assisted by piling the stakes in their proper places and wrapping up the lines once they were removed from the tents.

Saying goodbye to the crewe is never easy, but I know it will not be long before we have more grand adventures!

 

 

Copyright May 25, 2015 S. W. Permenter

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The Master Gunner’s Account: A Merchant Cruise to Charles Towne Landing

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By Dorian Lasseter, Master Gunner of the Crewe of the Archangel

14 November, 1673

As we have need for repairs to the Archangel, and no war to be engaged as Privateers currently, most of the crew are on furlough. Some of us are a restless lot, so have signed on for a cruise in the life of a merchant. Having brought the Archangel to a drydock in Virginia, we signed on to crewe a coastal trader bound for the southern port of Charles Towne in Carolina. We came to the Ketch-rigged Pink, by the name of Adventure on account of the former crew had some misgivings with the owner and quit the vessel. Once papers were signed, those of us went aboard and made her home for the voyage. We traveled down the coast to the port of Charles Towne, arriving later than expected due to the failing light giving us some navigation troubles. Never the less, we arrived safely and offloaded some of the cargo to be traded in the morning. As the weather turned colder than expected, we kept our berths aboard instead of stretching out on shore.

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The light of day came slowly, but crept through the gratings to wake us. We roused ourselves and others to make a fire for breakfast on shore and to finish the unloading of the cargo and setting up of the trading camp. Soon after we started breakfast, some of the townsfolk came to our camp to greet us and look over our wares. Soon the Landgraves arrived to take their choice of goods, as did several of the red men of the local tribes, who brought furs, pelts and skins to trade for cloth, muskets, axes and beads.

Once trading commenced, others from the town came to bid with us as well. While here, we were privy to the town exercising their battery of cannon, several Sakers and Greater Demi-Culverings, being of 6 and 12 pound shot respectively. Those men who were of the militia are trained well enough to put up a good defense, but I do not think they would fare as well if they were to do such aboard a ship, but I digress.

Back at the trading camp, we were treated to the mid day meal by some of the local women who prepared several fine dishes with fresh chicken, beef and vegetables, corn bread and a fine cobbler for dessert. For the afternoon we again settled in for trading, and provisions for the return trip. As the Adventure has no galley, all victuals would need to be prepared on shore, or otherwise be eaten cold aboard.

We were able to procure dried split peas, oats, salted fish and beef. Others of the crewe continued working on some minor repairs of the Adventure, serving line and repairing a spritsail. We also had others making lace, sewing clothing and washing some laundry. All of our goods were sold by the evening, and we dined on beef stew and chicken and dumplings. We made merry and enjoyed some spirits with our meal, enjoying each others company. As the light faded and again the chill came, we retreated to the ship and continued being merry, telling stories and singing until we grew tired.

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Again the light of dawn woke us and we made our way back to shore to break our fast. Some had indulged a bit much and were feeling low, but managed to keep up with the rest as we loaded our provisions and goods for the next voyage. As the wind shifted you could smell rain coming. We made haste, yet were unable to beat it. Wet canvas had to be stowed away from the provisions and such, much to our chagrin. We set sail in the rain, bidding farewell to the port of Charles Towne, not knowing weather we would be back before the new year, or ever. It was odd sailing out of a port in the dark, but haste made it necessary, as we were to head to Barbados and New Amsterdam before returning to Virginia before Christmas.

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Copyright November 2014 C. Madden
Photos by J.Otte, S.W.Permenter

The Lost Letter: Beaufort Pirate Invasion, August ’14

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By Alice Mason Sterling

Alice Mason Sterling

Dearest Sarah, my most beloved Stepdaughter,

I pray this Letter finds you and Sean in good health and that Sean’s Studies prosper. Father is most proud of him as am I. I write an Account of our most recent Journey to see your Father. Though the Times I spend with him are often infrequent and all too short, I treasure each and everyone of them. As I know ye love him and see little of him as well, I will impart several Pages, copied from my Journal, so that ye may see that he is well and continuing to help keep the Colonies protect’d.

Wednesday, August 6

Upon Sightings of Pirates in the coastal Waters, and credible Rumors of their Intent to attack the small Town of Beaufort, North Carolina, the Crewe of the Archangel made Plans to travel to Beaufort and assist the Townsfolk and local Militia in defending the Town.

Kitty and I arriv’d to-day, traveling under the Protection of Quartermaster Jack Roberts. Master Gunner Dorian Lasseter and his Indenture Josephine Legard arrived soon after. The Bosun’s Mate, Mitchell O’Sionnach, travel’d in their Company. We spent the several Hours raising Canvas and laying out the Camp, then took our evening Meal at an Establishment in Town.

My Husband and Stepson, Captain John Sterling and Joshua Merriweather Sterling, made port late this Evening. We are quarter’d near the Gaol and Pillory, which will make Captain Sterling’s Work all the easier once the invading Rabble are conquer’d and the Pirates brought to Justice. And surely they will be.

Thursday, August 7

The Captain and the Ship’s Officers spent the morning in Meetings with the local Authorities, making Plans for the defense of the Town. Later a pouring Rain drove us to the shelter of the the awning near the Quartermaster’s tent , where a rare hour of leisure allow’d for pleasant Conversation. All in all we were grateful for the Rain as it provid’d relief from the Heat and plaguing Mosquitoes.

Once the Downpour abat’d Josephine, O’Sionnach, Kitty and I ventur’d to a nearby burying Grounds. Though somber, I found it a quiet and lovely Place, with great twisting Oaks providing a green Canopy overhead.
20140807_155826 I could not help but wonder how many more Markers would be add’d in the coming Days if the Pirates did indeed attack.

Much to my relief, my Maid Charlotte Cole arriv’d late in the Afternoon, along with the Captain’s Steward Fionnan Murtaugh. Dr. Jerome Geiger arriv’d several hours later and our Company is now complete.


Friday, August 8

This Morning dawn’d warm and humid as the ones that preced’d it. The final setup and preparations within the Camp were seen to, with further Tents add’d for our Supplies and storage. At the Entrance to Camp the wither’d remains of a dead Pirate swing from a Noose. A gruesome sight, but hopefully one that will serve as warning to those who would follow the same Path.

With the Laundress’ inexplicable absence, Kitty and I took up the task of doing the crew’s Wash while Charlotte carri’d on with lace-making.

Charlotte Cole

The Smoke from Josephine’s Brazier waft’d pleasantly through the Camp as she prepar’d her Herbs and apothecary supplies, should they be need’d. Across the camp Dr. Geiger organiz’d his surgical Instruments and arrang’d them in a rather ghastly Display. O’Sionnach tend’d to the maintenance of Block and Tackle and the Master Gunner ensur’d that the crewe’s arms were ready to use at a moment’s notice. Fionn look’d after the Captain and continu’d work on the Archangel’s Flag, the Captain’s personal Ensign, while the Quartermaster oversaw the running of the Camp and our Supplies and my Husband continu’d with the battle Plans.

In the afternoon the Crew made a display of arms alongside the local Militia. The firing of the great Guns and the small Arms alike bolster’d the confidence of the Townspeople, who were understandably apprehensive at the threat of Invasion. Many of the Townsfolk visit’d our Camp after the Demonstration, taking interest in our tasks and our methods of operation within the Camp.

This evening a display of talent was provid’d from amongst the Town and all present, with our own Mistress McDonough paying a visit and treating us all to a Song from her Homeland.

I will admit that this Account is not as coherent as it might be, given that the punch Bowl was pass’d not once but twice this evening as the Crewe sat together around the Table after dinner. T’is a fine thing to share such a fine Drink in such fine Company. Josephine provid’d a Dessert that we took turns cooking at the ends of sticks over the Brazier, something Kitty enjoy’d immensely. Now t’is late, and I shall retire with my Husband and pray for success and safety on the morrow.

Saturday, August 9

This morning we all feast’d upon a fine Breakfast serv’d by the Townsfolk, save for Quartermaster Roberts who remain’d behind to oversee the final preparations of a gallows that was built in case.

Well he did, for the threat of invasion by Pirates became a reality mere hours later. The gallows were mov’d to a public Square and their assembly complet’d before Crowds of curious onlookers shortly before the call to arms was given.
A solitary Pirate arriv’d in a small dingy, making bold Threats against the Town, and was driven off by a single Shot from one of the smaller Guns. Had that been all, the Town would have had an easy Day of it, but the persistent Pirates soon arriv’d in large numbers and the Battle began in earnest. The pirate ships fired upon the Town’s Defenders and were given Cannon Fire in return.
Running the guns

The Battle continu’d on Land as the Pirates took to disembark, but after a vigorous Defense by the Archangels, the Townsfolk, and the Militia, the Pirates were defeated.

Several Pirates were caught and put in the town Gaol, with two Irishmen going to a swift Trial and sentenc’d to be hang’d. As the Sky darkened and Rain began to fall in a light, steady Drizzle, the condemn’d were led forth and parad’d through the town Streets to the Square where the Gallows wait’d. The Procession was a somber one, with one Prisoner begging for his life and the other belligerent and violent, requiring Quartermaster Roberts to beat him frequently.
Captain Sterling overheard the younger prisoner’s pleas and allow’d him to argue for his Life, his Case being that a poor childhood and Poverty drove him to his crimes. He offer’d his skills as a Cobbler and was eventually grant’d a Pardon in hopes that he would better his future.

The second Prisoner, the vile O’Tierney, made no such pleas.
Instead he insult’d my husband in language that made my blood boil. God forgive me, I know vengeance is His alone, but there are times when I am glad to see justice done. With the noose already around his neck he assault’d Captain Sterling, taking my husband to the ground before Quartermaster Roberts could pull the prisoner away. As O’Tierney stood atop the block he request’d a final drink, which he then threw into the Captain’s face. The Pirate vow’d to see the Captain in hell, to which the Captain only laugh’d and remark’d, “I hardly think so,” and kicked the block from beneath the Pirate’s feet. He was hanged for his foul Murders of our innocent Sailors and other terrible Crimes.

With the Hanging concluded the Crowds gradually dispersed. The weary but victorious Crewe dismantled the Gallows and later sat together to partake of a fine Dinner in Camp. Another Bowl of punch and several Games of Whist lended to the celebratory mood.

Sunday, August 10

Parting from the Crewe is never easy, and many of us were already dreading the Farewells as we breakfasted together and began breaking up the Camp. The Rain held off until the very last, drenching many of us as the last Roll of canvas was placed onto the Carts. We took shelter in one of the Town’s Ordinaries and spent about half an hour discussing all that had taken place the previous Days. At last goodbyes were said and we broke company, taking solace in knowing that the Town remained safe and we would all soon assemble for another grand Adventure.

My Dear, I am happy to report that your Father sends his Love and will write to you and Sean, himself, as soon as he is able. I will end now, for I would see this Letter handed off to the Post before I and Kitty head for the Carriage back to Virginia.

We love you both and are eager to visit with you upon our return.

Your loving Mother,

Alice


Copyright August 2014 S. W. Permenter
Special thanks to the following photographers: S.W.Permenter, J.Otte, D.Tobin, C. Warner, M.Murillo

NOTE: Hangings are done by trained, experienced stunt people, followed by a safety demonstration. DO NOT TRY THIS ON YOUR OWN!

Blackbeard Pirate Festival, 2013 Hampton, Virginia

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Josephine’s Journal
The Account of an Indentured Servant’s Adventures with the Crewe of the Archangel
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May 31

Dorian and I awoke early; we plac’d the last of our belongings atop the carriage, and left the cottage on our way to Hampton, Virginia. It was in Hampton that we were instructed to meet with the rest of the Crewe of the Archangel. The Captain had overheard a rumor that a pirate gathering was to be held within Hampton, and he felt that we should make our presence known to protect the town and possibly arrest suspect’d pirates. T’was a short, uneventful ride into Hampton and we soon met with the crewe members who had already arriv’d and we quickly pitch’d our tent. This afternoon we spent a great deal of time with the crewe, arranging the responsibilities of each member for the length of our stay in Hampton, and laying out a game plan for protecting the town. The Captain was inform’d of a ball to be held not but a short distance away, so he and Monsieur Lasseter made their way to the site of the ball, and press’d those entering the building for their papers. I remain’d in camp with Fionn, Doctor Geiger, Monsieur Atlas, and those who arriv’d later in the evening, while awaiting the return of Mon Capitaine and Monsieur Lasseter. It has been a long day, the men have return’d from the ball, the Capitaine none too pleased to see his one time fiancé in attendance having turned Turk, and I expect another hot day tomorrow. Mon Capitaine and Fionn have been summon’d back to the plantation and so are preparing to ride back this evening, so Dorian shall be maintaining order amongst the crewe until their return, and I shall be disguising myself as Joseph in order to be of assistance. 983712_4847499107767_1810845113_n

June 1

We awoke early to a bright, clear sky and air that felt as though it clung to our skin; t’was another hot, humid day. We assembl’d in camp for a crewe meeting and to prepare for the day’s activities. Mon Capitaine and Monsieur Murtaugh had left last night to attend to Mon Capitaine’s business at home, and Monsieur Lasseter brief’d the rest of us on the situation at hand. It seemed that a small contingent of pirates was to approach Hampton by water, and that we were to take our great gun, Gabriel, to the waterfront in order to defend the town against the incoming pirates. T’was only expect’d to be a small band of raiders, so no more than a shot or two would be necessary. We gathered and mov’d the great gun to a spot on the point overlooking the river, where we join’d with other militia to take aim against the suspect’d pirates. At first sight of the boat and sail, a volley was fired from the guns position’d on the point; although there was little or no damage done to the pirates, they retreat’d. View More: http://jonandbecky.pass.us/blackbeard-festival-2013 With the city safe for a time, we returned to camp with Gabriel in tow and readied the cart for a press gang, as Archangel has lost a number of crewe this past year and is in need of strong backs to carry the ship along in a most speedy manner. The heat, by this early point, was already taking hold of the crewe. Although we were doing our best to keep our thirst to minimum, it seem’d we were sweating out the liquids as fast as we were taking them in.

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Despite the high temperatures, the crewe members partaking in the press gang carried and escorted the worn ox cart along the waterfront and to the small square where we expected to find sailors to be press’d. We were not disappointed, as we were able to round up a hand full of men to press onto our ship. We brought them all to the cart and tied them to the rear, although one escaped and had to be chased by several of our crewe members to return him to the cart. He received a proper beating to keep him in line as we returned to camp. Many citizens heckled the pressed men as we made our way back to camp, knowing that they tried to escape impressment. Once back in camp, they were properly fitt’d out and introduced to their new crewe members before being permitted to retire for the evening in camp. The remainder of the crewe caught a few much need’d moments of rest, and several men took to necessary tasks such as Monsieur Ryerson, a newly pressed man, who deftly splic’d a chip board to its log line.

Around mid-afternoon, Capitaine Sterling and Monsieur Murtaugh return’d to camp, and settl’d themselves into the encampment once again, just in time for dinner. F108D90DSC_4780-001_nets We dined on chicken, corn, fruits, and bread as we discussed the handling of the pirates for the remainder of the trip. This evening, as we made our way to the waterfront for a fireworks show, the pirates’ sail appeared again on the river. After yet another volley, the boat disappear’d and the fireworks show was able to continue. We return’d to camp and enjoy’d a round of punch before retiring to our tent. It has been a long, hot day but the city has yet to be overrun with the pirates as they feared. Capitaine believes that tomorrow we shall monitor the situation, and as long as the city has the defense under control, we shall break camp and return to our abodes. For now, rest is in order.Atlas Cooking Hampton Retouched

June 2

Dorian and I awoke early, yet again, to a bright, clear sky but with a slight breeze, which lift’d our spirits. We hoped the breeze would help to somewhat lessen the effect of the heat, and we were not disappoint’d. Word had reached camp that the pirates were to make one last attempt on the city of Hampton, and our assistance was request’d at the point one last time. The crewe moved the great gun, Gabriel, down to the firing line, and I join’d them and several other crewe members who were not firing the guns near the line to watch the battle.941497_10200159072679388_1878124050_n There were enough hands to run the guns, so my disguise was not necessary. After nearly a handful of shots from the guns at the point, the pirates were once again forced to retreat, and the city of Hampton was safe. Around noon, the crewe once again attempt’d to obtain new sailors through the use of a press gang, and those collect’d were returned to camp. Quite a few more were gather’d today than yesterday. I have no doubt that they will soon resign themselves to their impressment. After a brief period of rest, we broke camp, pack’d the carraiges, and began the journey back to our respective homes, leaving the city of Hampton once again safe from the pirate invaders. As Dorian and I approach our cottage, I cannot help but wonder what adventure our next voyage shall bring…

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Copyright 2013 J.Otte
Special thanks to James Callahan for the use of his photos.

Military Through the Ages, Jamestown Settlement, Williamsburg, Virginia

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Josephine’s Journal
The Account of an Indentured Servant’s Adventures with the Crewe of the Archangel

Friday, 28, April 1719
I stood on the deck as the Archangel moor’d just off of the western shore of Ile de Ré around midday. As the crewe load’d the boats, which would ferry the burial party and our necessary goods ashore, I could not help but admire the beauty of the island. Somewhere in my mind, I recall’d being a little girl and overhearing my father talk about the religious siege that took place long ago on the island. It was hard to believe that such a beautiful spot held such a violent past. My thoughts were broken by the Master Gunner’s voice calling me to his side. It was time to go disembark.
Those of us going ashore climb’d into the boats and made our way to the beach, along with several injured and two dead crewe members, one of whom was Lieutenant Hazzard. Images of the most recent battle in the Mediterranean flash’d through my mind and I shuddered as I tried to remove it from my head. The cloudy weather add’d to the somber mood as we work’d to set up camp and build a fire before darkness fell. The dead men were laid out under a canopy within our camp, the Lieutenant in his burial clothes and the seaman in his hammock. The Archangel, having suffer’d minor damages during an attempt on a merchant ship during our latest conflict, the War of Quadruple Alliance in the Mediterranean, made way for La Rochelle on the mainland for quick repairs. Although we hope it to be a short stay, the officers intend to remain until the wounded, the captain being one of such, recuperate. We had removed several great guns from the ship when we left, bringing them on shore with us as a means of protection. Having set up camp and eaten a light dinner, we have retired to our tents for the night. Tomorrow begins the burial process.

Saturday, 29 April, 1719
We awoke early, as there was much work to be done, and found that the weather had deteriorated further. The clouds overhead open’d up around mid-morning, forcing several crewe members to maintain the fire and the rest of us to move as much of our chores under canvas as possible. I, myself, moved my basket under the canopy with the doctor and the dead, and began attending to my remedies. Josephine and Matt by the fire With the injured members of the crewe among us, I was only too happy to assist Dr. Geiger. I had brought along several simple herbal physicks for injuries, both internal and external, and spent the day prepping the herbs and administering them to the crewe members who were in need. Doctor Geiger was prepared to amputate if necessary, but thankfully the amputation needs were few. The Master Gunner, Dorian Lasseter, and the Master at Arms, Constable Heartless, maintained the guns and kept a close eye on the sea for any Spanish ships that may appear. The Bosun and the blacksmith were busy throughout the day making repairs that would be needed once we were back on board the Archangel,

Adam making nails

while Mister Merriweather the Younger attended to the food with the assistance of Mister Merriweather the Elder, our pilot Matty Black Horse, and ABS Atlas. Fionn and Sean at lunch Captain Sterling had received a wound to the head, when a powder chest on the quarterdeck accidently ignited during our last encounter, and was being given time to relax near the fire while the wound healed. The Capitaine’s Steward, Fionntan Murtaugh, managed to have Mon Capitaine kept comfortable, fed, and even had him seated a couple times throughout the day. This is no small task!
Although we were standing on French soil, I felt out of place. I missed my home, my brother, and my father, but having been away for so long I now wonder’d if I could even continue to call it home. I found that I had grown attach’d to the crewe of the Archangel, and I was looking forward to returning with them to England and resting up from our endeavors in the Mediterranean. I do not believe that I will ever grow accustom’d to battle, and to losing members of our crewe. How lucky these men are to receive a proper burial! (and how fortunate we are as well that they shall be well grounded)The Lieutenant being an officer, Mon Capitaine did all in his power to find land in which to bury the body. Burial at sea, where the fish and other sea creatures destroy your remains, makes it impossible for you to enter heaven upon your death. The crewe always makes every effort to find land when an officer dies. The seaman that we are burying was brought along as we were already burying one; we figured we should bury the other on land as well. Had it been just the seaman who passed, he would have been sent to the depths. It is all just too horrible to imagine. I hope their remains will rest easy, as both being Protestant, they have been turned away from our Catholic cemeteries on the main land.
The rain has picked up, and exhaustion is setting in. Tomorrow, we bury the dead, and soon, the wounded permitting, return to the Archangel.

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special thanks to Krystian Williams for her photographs

Cayo Hueso- II

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Josephine’s Journal
The Account of an Indentured Servant’s Adventures with the Crewe of the Archangel

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November 29
Our journey remained uneventful until this very morning, when a Spanish ship came up behind us, requesting that we stop for a spell. They said that they wished to hear the latest news of the world. Capitaine Sterling, concerned by their appearance had earlier ordered all men to their battle stations, just as a precaution. With closer inspection, he became even more suspicious of their actions and as the Spanish fired the first shot without provocation, Continue reading

Cayo Hueso

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Josephine’s Journal
The Account of an Indentured Servant’s Adventures with the Crewe of the Archangel

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November 23
Today, Monsieur Lasseter informed me that we would be leaving on the morrow for the southern-most point of Spanish Florida. He was vague in his information, as happens on occasion; saying only that Capitaine Sterling had received word from British authorities that he was to regain order in the area as well as conduct a trial for the Admiralty. It seems that the British troops stationed there are experiencing difficulty in maintaining their power amongst the pirates. I questioned the Master Gunner as to whether we would be fighting the Spanish pirates or the British troops. He answered not, leaving me only to speculate. I have gathered my herbs in preparation for travel, focusing on wound-healing as I am expecting the power transition to not go smoothly.

Submitting papers before weighing anchor

Quartermaster Roberts paying the ship’s chandler as we tie up any loose ends

November 24
The crewe gathered at our cottage in the Carolina colony this evening, Continue reading