We found the Chieftain moored in Sausalito, and once the lot of us were gathered and the ship's bell sounded, we lost no time in coming aboard.
Here's the Chieftain at anchor, with some other ships in the foreground. Already getting pretty crowded on deck there...
a crowd on the afterdeck as well. Left to right: me, John Theophilous (facing
away), Wander (just the top of her head), Jenny of the Cardiff Rose, Duncan
MacGregor, ?, Capt. MacLeod, Capt. Slay, and someone else I can't recognize
from the back (but might be Capt. Ian of the Chieftain, judging by the
here's a ferocious pirate, stalking the deck of the captured vessel...
(Seated next to him is Bob Rossman)
selfsame rascally pirate threatening his mother. Now is that any way to
behave? Good grief, boy, you know a pirate loves his mother! Gilbert and
Sullivan said so, after all.
Meg, Quartermaster of the Seahawk (Royal Western Navy). Looks like she could be reporting that the Chieftain has been secured and is now the prize of PIRATES!
we took over the ship, we lounged about, awaiting the commencement of the
cruise... Let's see if I can recognize everyone in the picture. Way in
the back: Martin from Vancouver (the real one, in Washington), Rusty, probably-Bianca,
Caitlin (in red), probably-Aislinn, Thane, me, Greg, three members of the
Chieftain's crew, John Theophilous, Jamaica Rose (with camera, facing away).
Down front, Capt. Ned Slay, Smilin' Jack Cagway, Francisco de la Beltraneja,
someone I only just met that day and have forgotten who he was, another
Chieftain crewman, and Wombat (in black, at the far right). Oh yah, and
that's Meg's head in the lower righthand corner. Do I get a prize? ;)
more scurrilous crew I don't think I've ever seen. Not the sort you'd like
to cross. Left to right: Linda (looking away), Francisco, MacLeod, someone's
friend I didn't ever learn the name of, Cheryl, Sean and Duncan (in the
bottom righthand corner). I believe the seated pirate in red is Jamaica
Rose, but I have no idea whose is the other hat we can just see.
Here's the historic ship Wapama, whose resting place is near the Chieftain. many comments about Noah were made as we motored past her. I forget what she was used for, but she sure is huge...
looking like the cat that ate the canary. Or maybe the pirate that took
the prize... Seated near him is Capt. Slay, standing are (I think) Tanwen,
(definitely) Vytas making donkey-ears on him (here's a
close-up), and a worried-looking crewman of the Chieftain, undoubtedly
wondering if it'd be possible to jump ship before it sails away with pirates
still under engine power in this picture of Wombat (with his son Finn)
and Greg, da two Hawaiian boys, companions
from old time.
While we make our
way slowly away from Sausalito, John flirts with Pat...
And Francisco de la Beltraneja (Spaniard with a lanyard) gazes pensively aft.
Vytas and Tanwen -- I will refrain from speculating on the possible blackmail value of a picture of the Queen of the West in the garb of a common sailor... Instead, I'll make suitably grateful comments about Royal Patronage... ;)
There's a pair o' seadogs fer ye...
And a proud father...
Left to right: Meg (half of her head), Martin, a corner of someone's head, Bianca, April and Sean looking like they're about to tango, with Aislinn and Thane just behind them, and Caitlin-the-pyrate-wench.
we got out into open water, the Captain set sail, and we got underway.
In the foreground is Capt. Michael MacLeod, from the southern contingent
that travelled up to join us; just behind him is the estimable Francisco
(looking for'ard this time) and Evaine (daughter of Jamaica Rose) both
also from the south.
If you look just above the red-brown lateen sail on the mainmast, you can see the very cleverly disguised exhaust pipes of the diesel engine that powered us away from dockside. ------------------------------------>
Here's a better picture of Capt. MacLeod. Cuts a dashing figure dunn'e!
Jessie, Wombat (her husband) and Meg, looking nautical.
a couple of nice views of the bay...
And here are a couple of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was a beautiful day for a sail, with a fair and steady breeze that meant the captain could raise almost all sail -- but not quite all, or we'd've strained the masts...
Pat's birthday present to me was a dozen or so disposable cameras, and the development of the film thereof; included with the camera was a panoramic, which got this keen view of the bridge -- all of it!
pano-cam also got a fine shot of the mainmast, all sail set. A lovely sight...
here ta tell ya: the day was WAY better than okay.
heeled over pretty far on some tacks; this young pirate bodes fair to become
a boy overboard...
A fine picture of the Ship's Cat of the Seahawk, looking rather more like Errol Flynn than a cat. But who's complaining?
view of Alcatraz Island from the ship -- the side that anybody who's never
sailed on the Bay never actually sees! Nice little whitecaps give you an
idea of the prevailing weather.
Captain and her Quartermaster on the afterdeck...
We had two crews, two captains. On the left, myself, on the right, Capt. Ian of the Chieftain.
Don't stick that out unless you intend to use it, lassie! Say, that's a video camera! I WANT A COPY OF WHATEVER YOU FILMED, CHERYL!
Actually, I think Tyler makes a fine pirate; certainly the occasional extreme lean angles seemed to phase him not at all...
Aha, a Limey!
Some folks came a long way to do this. I already mentioned the SoCal folk, well, Martin came down from Washington to do this, and doesn't he look every inch the pirate! I was impressed.
The "not so good" Captain Ned Slay, of the Southern Cal contingent. Their attendance, by the way was largely the doing of Jamaica Rose -- of whom I have no good picture, I'm sorry to say. Rose puts out the very excellent No Quarter Given. Check it out!
heard of Before the Mast, well, here's Greg Behind the Mast. Besides him,
there are, left to right, Sean the Warthog, April his lady, Thane Aislinn's
captive, and Aislinn (the Seahawk's Ensign) herself.
In retrospect, I think we might've had rather more folk on board than would've been entirely comfortable, but it sure was FUN.
As we approach Marin under sail, a variety of activities commenced, including dicing games (of which, alas, I have no pictures) and music. Here's Smilin' Jack entertaining the southern contingent on the mouth-organ.
Meanwhile, below decks, I and my First Mate indulge in a peaceful pastime...
(No not that, ye filthy-minded sack-guzzle!)
Pat and her Duncan. Handsome swivel gun, too. I'll refrain from "son of a gun" remarks, but just barely... ;)
Phil, Linda and Cheryl enjoy the weather out by the bowsprit... (You guys do know what sailors were in the habit of doing out there, don't you? You don't? Never mind, you don't want to know.)
you go over the side, swim up to the other ship and yell, "Man overboard!
Help, help, I'm drowning!" and then when they pick you up, make up
some kind of credible story and deliver it in song, while you dance down
the deck juggling cannon balls, and while they're busy gaping at you, we'll
just sneak up alongside, and... (Vytas and Rusty)
they set up the cannon to be fired, Greg and I made a little more music,
abovedecks this time, and me all unaware that Capt. Ian planned for me
to set off the cannon!
Everybody holds their ears as I touch off the cannon pointed at the expensive houses on the hillside...
Our big scurvy crew, at voyage's end.
prepares to hoist the Jolly Roger at Dunphy Park, signalling our capture
served up a fine array of desserts of her own making, as well as serving
the main dishes I'd made.
regales Bianca, Morgan and Martin with a story...
No shit, there I was...
Meanwhile, on the lawn, a pitched boffer battle takes place...
There are more pictures from the landing party at Dunphy park, but they haven't been scanned yet because they didn't end up going away with Pat, so I had to develop them myself (like I'm complaining!). I'll put them up soon.