We revel long into the night, and Jo Jo and me even trade songs to the amusement of this crew. Some yarns are spun, and legends are born of journeys and hardships overcome, of adventure and strange lands, and never forget . . . treasure!
Fondest memory: The morning tide starts us back to our home port of Mystic, good friends all.
The clue leads us to Block Island to a cemetary! We search out a certain grave where lies our prize! Now manys a-feared of the spirits that linger in them boneyards, but we are going there soon enough ourselves, it's too bad for them that sleeps, but there's stories on the markers, and many thats gone before.
Fondest memory: Ahoy, comes the cry, and we find a lock box. The key from our parcel in Sag Harbour reveils the gold within, riches beyond belief!! To the grog shop, the Oar bar go we, and maky tankards are poured. Singing and dancing the hornpipe we are a merry crew. Tomorrow may find us dead, but tonight we are alive!
We are headed for Block Island. This northern run is in fair winds, and we hang three jib sheets and as much canvas as she will take. We are making 16 knots, and the sun warms our hearts as our spirits soar.
Fondest memory: The wind makes the rigging sing as it will on a fine tuned boat. We are nearer to our goal! We've overcome treachery, deceit, and foul winds, and the treasure is surely ours!
Our Clue takes us to a tavern where we ask for a "certain" bottle of drink. The proprieter goes in back and return with our parcel wrapped in sail-cloth. We celebrate our truce with several tankards of ale. The bundle reveals yet another clue, and we will be off with the morning tide.
Fondest memory: Blake and "Fast" Eddie drown many tankards, and on their way back to the wharf, Blake "misses" the gangplank, and down into the drink goes he! Now he is a sure footed man, is this another trick? The barnacles tear much flesh as he is scrambling to get from the waters. We have to bind up his arm.
The winds and waves have decided us, and we call a meeting with Jo Jo. We agree to share and share alike. Getting the next map, we show our destination to be Sag Harbour on Long Island Sound.
Fondest memory: The skies brighten, but there is not much trust between us and them, and there is still much plotting. We make Sag Harbour as evening falls, and head into town. The wind sends the crew in for warmer gear, and the merchants are richened.
With the prospect of a quarter share, Jo Jo's band is unhappy! Their wench Mistress Hook tries to use her wiles into a larger share. She lost her hand to a shark, and the gaff now her hand makes her that much more attractive. She tries her feminine charms. When I am unswayed, she leaves me with a nasty gash which the bos'n sows closed. It is not my first scar from a woman.
Fondest memory: The skies darken and the seas turn dark as the cold wind batters us. This is not a good omen. There have been other encounters between us and them. We gather and discuss our position.
Back aboard the Clipper, they gather 'round to see what is in the tube. It is easy enough to sneak away and secret the real message. Blind Sandy opens the tube and dumps the contents to the dismay of those who are not in our crew. We tell 'em that we got it, and are not inclined to share as there are too many on this here boat. Jo Jo brandishes his cutlass, and threatens me! I pull mine and after we cross swords, I tell him that the secret goes to the bottom if he kills me. We are not greedy and thems that are part of his crew will not go without, but they only get a quarter share for their bad luck.
Fondest memory: "Blackjack" Blake gives the cap'n our new heading, south, and we haul canvas to our next port of call. The winds are not so fair and we beat the wind and get on our woolens as a cold breeze changes the mood.
It is the nature of them that makes treasure maps to leads you away from treasure and into danger, should his map fall into unfriendly hands. Our map has several paths on this desolate isle, and after rowing the long boats onto the beach we devide up to try the different trails. My group has the aid of Blind Sandy, who lost his sight to a scalawag in a tavern, but who has the scent of gold, and we take our crew on one path. Jo Jo leads the others away from us.
Fondest memory: Blind Sandy has the scent and luck favors us in the form of a brass chart tube. We meet at the beachhead and we promise to reveal the contents when we are back aboard the Clipper. As the longboat takes the first group back, we say that the treasure is for us, and secret the contents, filling the tube with sand and shells, and when the long boat returns we are a united band.
The lookout cries out, "Boat Ahoy". AArrgghh! It's that black dog Cap'n White adrift in a jolly boat. We haul him up over the side, and our reward for saving him from the briney is the map he carries. It promises treasure!! We relieve him of the map, and drop him back in his jolly boat near a friendly shore, without his map, of course!
Fondest memory: A treasure map! and "X" marks the spot. We check our charts and set a new course, south by west. Our spirits our high as the wind fills our sails.
A crew is only as good as it's leader, and Cap'n John is an able seaman with a lust for adventure and riches. Tested by the sea and the winds, and having taken a shot across the bow from the Spanish frigates, he knows these waters and we will soon find adventure.
Fondest memory: We say good-bye to the landsmen and lubbers, and the towns children of the town look on with longing faces as we haul our canvas and head out into the sea.
Visit the village to get a feeling of what life was like in a New England seaside town.
Fondest memory: Being in the small chapel and reflecting on the faith and strength needed to live in a time where weather played such a strong part in one's livelihood, well-being and life.
A sudden storm could upset the shipping routes, take lives and devistate the community.
That small church made me understand better how important it must have been as a source of comfort and hope to the locals.
Visit the Mystic Seaport. If you cannot attend the entire Museum, browse the shop and watch the free intro in the Welcome Center so you can plan to see it on your next trip.
Fondest memory: Getting stuck on the quaint Main St while the drawbridge was up, and watching the boats pass.