“Twas fer certain one of
the most colourful conclaves ever seen in all the seven seas!
A truce was called on
pain of keelhaulin’ and ye pirates, buccaneers, privateers, swashbucklers and
all joined for a weekend in Tortuga (errr Prescott) as one great crew -
reminiscent of the great pirate army of Morgan hisself – for the purpose of
dancin' at a Grand Buccaneers' Ball, tellin’ of tales, singin’ of chanteys, feastin’ - an’ throwin of the
Yaaar! What a time we
Cap’n Blackhat who was
seen by many witnesses to walk the plank two years since shocked many an old
tar when he showed up – returned from Davy Jones’ Locker – with Calico Bess on
sauntered in with his bodyguard Ol’ Jack Tar.
The crew of the sloop
“Cherry” – Red Linda, George Black Dog
Mary and Black Rose – came in their
best plundered finery.
A pair of brash and
megalomaniacal young she-pirates declared themselves to be none other than
Queen Elizabeth and Bloody Mary.
The ever dangerous Hook
was accompanied by Black Sheryl and Maharincess Maesoon, Princess of Corsairs and
scourge of the Arabian Sea.
Jaynie of Barra and the
Lacys of Howth arrived with tales of adventure from the stormy Irish Sea.
From Korea by way of
Singapore and the Java Strait came Singapore Sarah, Pirate Queen of the South
China Sea and a terror of Orient waters.
Dred Cap’n Roberts and
Dangerous D looked surly enough but managed to keep the general truce - just
Cap’n Scott Scarlett an
his crew of fashion pirates did their best to play host to a seafarin’ rabble
from around the globe.
Pirates sailing from
Scotland, Ireland, England, France, Germany, Holland, Spain, Portugal, the
Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, the Barbary Coast, Malaysia, Singapore, Korea, Japan and the Americas all vied with one another in frenzied jig to the
uproarious approbation of all.
A hearty salute was given
to Noah – the first seafarer of them all – and a chantey sung in his honour.
(His jigging was surprisingly spry for a man of over 700 years!) His sons
Shem, Ham and Japheth promised to scatter over the earth and all seven seas
and were greeted by grunts, barks, roars and more from the lively crew of
The shout of “boarders
away” was given and Bosun Brett showed why he is one of the most feared men in
any ship to ship action as he cleared the fo’csle single handed and claimed a
large share of the booty.
This be no mere tale of
the sea. We were all witnesses of his singlehanded clearin’ of the deck.
A hearty feast was
enjoyed until the wee hours in the ship’s galley and after a few hours of shut
eye below deck the feasting began again as all crews took boats back to shore
for the much anticipated Buccaneers’ Bowl – football between pirate crews!
On one side – Cap’n Scott
Scarlett and Chief Smoke-in-his-Hair put their crew together. On the other
side Hook and Blach Zach did the same. The battle raged for hours. When all
was said and done the game was declared a tie at 21-21. MVP honours were
shared by one crewman from each side. These would be…
First Mate Amanda of
Cap’n Scott’s crew caught a deep over-the-shoulder pass and then juked
Singapore Sarah (no easy feat) to cross the goal line.
Blach Zach of Hook’s
brigands had been trainin’ runnin' the rigging and put his fast feet to use in
a pair of rushing scores. Arrr. He weren’t too easy to stop.
The truce held an'
another year of Buccaneer frolics were complete. New crew mates were found and
new tales added to the vast lore of the sea.
So sailed we all.
So sailed we.
So it be.
Cap’n Scott Scarlett
Buccaneers, swashbucklers, pirates, privateers ...
They all sailed "the
Spanish Main" during the days of frigates and sloops, brigs, schooners
The heyday of the buccaneers was from circa 1650-1725 when working
either individually or in great pirate fleets out of strongholds like Port Royal
Jamaica, they raided as far north as Canada and as far
south as Brazil and equatorial Africa. Their targets of choice were not only
Spanish treasure galleons and rich merchant vessels but also coastal towns and
cities in Cuba, Mexico, Venezuela and the many small but valuable islands of
the Greater and Lesser Antilles chains of the Caribbean Sea. Though mainly a 17th
and 18th century phenomenon, piracy in the Caribbean did have a brief
resurgence around 1820 before disappearing.
Some swashbucklers operated legally, by commission, in time of war such as
the privateers (private vessels licensed by their government with a "letter of
marque" to prey upon enemy commerce) which abounded during the naval wars
of the 1600s, the American
Revolution, the Napoleonic Wars and the War of 1812. Others were entirely outside the
law. Still others moved in and out of legality with ease as the circumstances
They were Englishmen, Scotsmen, Welshmen, Dutchmen,
Frenchmen, Spaniards, Portuguese, Danes, Americans, Indians and Africans. Some
were loyal to their king, some to their fellow buccaneers and some only to
themselves. Some had impeccable manners, some were implacable thugs. Now and
again they would gather and celebrate the success of a great raid from which
all returned laden with booty.
But in 2007 it was all in good fun as we sailed into Prescott for the annual Buccaneers' Ball!
Yohoho... Avast there matey... Pieces of eight,
pieces of eight... Dance a proper jig or walk the plank. Booty for all
and plunder a'plenty. Shiver me timbers and boarders away... A r r r r ...
A R R R R R R R R R R R R R R !
BQ Talent Search: Fashion Pirates - Summer 1707
Once again, the staff of Buccaneers' Quarterly sailed the Seven Seas,
scoured taverns, inns and grog shops and searched every hold in every harbour to
find this year's top talent. The "ARRR" look is IN and this is reflected in the
winners of our headshot category. Thus our "Faces" for 1707 are ..... Malay
Ezra, Blach Zach, Kate Lynn, The Leopard, Seashell Chelsea and Dagger Tooth.
The Gangplank (runway)
category was won by veteran She-Pirates Smuggler Jane and Dangerous D along with
newcomer Black Rose. These ladies strike the pose but never strike the colours!
Music playing is
"The New Rigged Ship"
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From the Ship's Log
Ahoy there Cpt. Scott,
I would like to
formally thank you so very much for all the energy and effort you put into
hosting the best celebrations in Arizona, and particularly for hosting one
every year here in Prescott! The Buccaneer's Ball was awash with a vast
variety of pirates, privateers, buccaneers, and like from all over the
state; all thanks to you. As a member of the crew of the WeMakeHistory flag
ship, I would like to say.....THREE CHEERS to the BEST CPT. this crew will
ever have! Hip hip -- HOORAY, Hip hip -- HOORAY, Hip hip -- HOORAY!!!!
I pray that our good
Lord keeps you and your family safe on all your journeys throughout this life.
Thank you once again for making the 23rd evening of June, in the year of our
Lord 2007 the best one I have had all Summer! Perhaps my ship will be
a-sailing up to Flagstaff for ye Highland Ball, Picnic, and Bowl; t'would be
quite a weekend and I look forward to it!
God Bless Ye!
Your very confused mate from
Cpt. Singapore Sarah
Dread Capn' Scott,
Never had we before had a time
like the Buccaneers' Ball!
We came out of our sheltered
coves, and after swooping down upon a merchant vessel and capturing their gold
and wine, we weighed anchor until the cover of darkness and went to the Ball.
We put aside our intent to attack the English to avenge the cruel treatment of
Mary, Queen of Scotts, for the night and danced and made merry with the scurvy
swines! (Now we will capture them and drag them to Kisimul Castle's dungeon
for our own entertainment!)
Jaynie of Barra
Avast ye Capt’n
I be not a pirate, but an
honest and humble mariner who has set sail on many of fine ship, including a
stint on ‘Old Ironsides’ in the Continental Navy in service of the of Columbia
(or The United States as it has come to be known). And I be no bilge rat
However, I have enclosed a
few images of some wenches and pirates going after some booty . . . not to
mention sandals, slippers and other gear to comfort the foot. Arrrr, one of
my images was marred by a dust spot! The other shows a diabolical thieving
trick by a few brigands to try to keep the booty all for themselves.
There many great moments with
the even'n. Iit was a night full of laughter, booty, and fun! Riotous and
crazy fun! Anyone who missed it, missed one of the best nights of the season.
I do believe I've jigged the longest jig in history! It was full of pirating
and looting and plenty of walk the planks!! Arrrggghhh!! It seemed to me that
every person there, had an exceptional kind of night. :}
Your Partner in Plunder,
Dangerous D >:)
We had a great time! We love
dressing up and dancing. We plan on attending the Highland Ball. It was really
nice to meet you bot. Have a great day!
Dear Captain Scott,
What can we say, other than,
we never though that a Buccaneer's Ball could be so entertaining and
wholesome. A Buccaneer's Bowl so peaceful and fun?! I wonder if pirates knew
There was great anticipation
before the Ball, greater joy when the children came home. The next morning we
had a good time talking about every detail. What a lovely night. Everyone
enjoyed the new dances. To tell the truth, everyone enjoyed every bit of it,
all the new ideas that you introduced to this Ball. You surely can show us
that your imagination is lovely. God gave us imagination. It's nice to see
someone using his for the good of many.
The picnic was so relaxing,
though there were plenty of games and good company. It's a pity that anyone
might have missed so much fun.
This is just a note to say,
"thank you". Once again, we thoroughly enjoyed every moment.
We are looking forward for the
With me sword we sign off,
Pirates Lacyrrrrrrrrr of Howth
Dread Cap'n Scott,
Arrrr! What a fine night of
dancin' and merriment that turned out to be. The ladies were ..?.., well they
were ..?.., well lets just say right good dancers. The men were fairly well
behaved, but seemed to be on edge, as I had quite the difficult time removin'
any items they didn't need at the time. A pirates still gotta be a pirate
Why I daresay the last time I
had this much fun was when I rescued Princess Buttercup from the fire swamp. I
was relived, as I had heard the Old Armory is infested with R.O.U.S.es
(rodents of unusual size), but only caught a glimpse of one or two.
My compliments on a voyage
Dread Pirate Roberts
Cap'n Scott & Smuggler Jane!
'Twas a most hearty diversion in Prescott! I have never seen me a group'a
more happy-footed raiders. Me most humble appreciation to Bahama Becky & The Plankwalkers
fer providin' the song an' dance.
Arrrr... good music, good folk, fine feastin'.... and football t' boot!
Every day I give thanks to the LORD for the treasures I have here on Earth.
To me buccaneer friends, may ye always sail in calm waters, th' wind never
leadin' you astray!
'Till We Sail Again,
I Remain Your Friend and Humble Cap'n,
And Blessed T' Be So,
Captain Bartholomew Burgundy
Shake Your Booty!
We Make History sets sail
with a crew of pirates, privateers, corsairs, young bucs, old sea dogs and
landlubbers as we plunder the ship of monotony
and put the jolly in Roger.
From the logs of Captain Bartholomew Burgundy
(as deciphered into his native salty dialect by best mate Christopher
Artistic Contributions By Jack Tar (among others!)
23 June, The
Year Of Our LORD 1707
I step out of th' inn and not two paces in front've me stands a gentleman in
wha' they call shock 'n awe.
"Ye all set for the party?" he asks, eyebrows flyin' off his face.
"Aye," I tell 'im.
think I made quite th' scene, standin' there in me new red coat, red
stockings, an' cocked hat with the bow rosette -- the one me mum rolls her
eyes at. Still 'aven't found a proper one big enough across the seven seas,
carryin' out me privateer duties. As for me crew of the Wayward Star, they
aren't savvy on th' Arizona heat, nor wi' me orders not to plunder Jerome
while I'm away.
But if mutiny is their aim, I got meself a line on some fine replacements. 'Tis
obvious as the guests land anchor, greeting Dread Cap'n Scott and Smuggler
Jane and drawing swords in a demonstration a' courage and bravado for th'
First Photographic Mate. I notice how me profession is employin' so many
ladies -- 'n pretty ones at that! What am I going to do if one'a these fair
ones decides to plunder me ship? On this night, 'tis all about th' ladies.
And th' young ones! I see some fine lads 'n ladies for a Junior Officers'
Corps. Over there, looks like we picked up a Ronin from the Far East. An'
wait -- a woman of Persia? Malaysia? Th' veil is indeed a mystery.
Already, we be gettin' th’ scratchy throat from sayin’ “Arrrr!” in greetin'.
“It works better if you say, 'Yarr!',” someone insists. Clever mate!
We 'ave to be on our guard, ye know. Across from us, on th' other side of th'
path, landlubbers gather outside th' inn and cast their gaze over us like
the fog of a nasty morning. I hail them from afar, wavin' a signal of
friendship which they generously return. We shall 'ave no trouble from 'em.
I worry 'bout the lads in the carriages, tho', craning their necks in
passing t' get a glimps'a this group.
Th' Dred Cap'n sets the ground rules: this be a truce -- no plunderin' among
guests, no swordplay, an' Cap'n Hook has t' watch which hand he turns with.
Lucky for 'im, a mate has a spare cork t' plug th' hazard. I come in peace,
unarmed 'cept for th' sword I borrowed for th' portraits, not wanting to
find meself in a situation where me cutless tears through me breeches. Ye
wouldn' want that now, would ye? I c'n barely keep 'em from fallin' below me
knees. All them sailor knots 'round me calves and still they mutiny. Arrrrrr.
Let us dance, me hearties! A beautiful buccaneeress offers her partnership
for th' pirate promenade before I can even set about findin' a dancin' mate.
Glad I practiced me bowin', for we honour each other many a time durin' this
opening festivity, culminatin' in a circle where our Cap'n of Th' Dance
calls some select companions out fer a brief back 'n forth jig in th'
"Privateers!" (Miss'd tha' call to step out, me hearin' still a lil' numb
from th' broadside upon tha' French vessel th' other day.)
"Pima County!" (Me adopted home port! Strangely, I seem t' be jiggin' alone.
Has Tucson no worthy seafarers?)
Now, many of us bucs ain' used to what they call the set dancin' like the
landlubbers do, but I do 'ave some experience. If ye gonna plunder fer King
and Country, ye better be prepared t' dance at court! No need to get all
overly fancy, though. Our favourite musicians, Bahama Becky 'n The
Plankwalkers have a grand idea: let's play "Chase The Pirate!" So we line up
'n sets and take turns chasin' each other about and leadin' each other
around. Bet ya' them cultured folk never 'ave this much fun in a dance!
Howev'r, we can strip th' willow just like them, if that be ye game.
Bet ye didn't kno' pirates polka'd either! Well, a' least I didn' know, but
anyway, 'tis another lively dance. You stan' round in a circle like, an ye'
join hands with' ye beautiful' partner, and ye step step one way, stomp
stomp stomp, then ye step the other way, stomp stomp stomp. Ye slap ye knees
twice, ye clap ye hands twice, then you clap ye partner's hands thrice
before ye wave a couple'a playful fingers with an "Arrr!" of satisfaction.
Ye swing partners and ye do it all over again.
Did I say I love the mixer dancin'? I absolutely, unabashedly adore dancin'
with as many ladies as possible! Granted, ye do get winded, tho'.
Fortunately for us, the ship's galley is open an overflowin' wi' tropical
punch, and God is blessin' us wi' a gentle sea breeze to cool th' flaming
Ye kno' ye can't get a buncha bucs together, fill them' with tropical
delights an' not expect th' cry for a raid. So gents, take off one'er ye
shoes and back away. Let's let the ladies plunder the lot an' sort out who's
th' rightful owner of this booty... and new dancin' partner!
gents, ye ain' gonna let them outdo ye? So let's see ye doff a boot! Ready,
Like a title wave -- no -- a furious hurricane smashing into the coast, they
devour it all. For me own safety I have to lag behind a lil'. An' look at
what one of me mates is doin'. He bloody well nearly takes out half th' line
in th' rush for th' prize! I sense some skullduggery, bu' really now, what
do ye expect from a crew'a pirates?
If ye can't beat ye mates to the' booty, ye can always win the prize wi'
some headwork -- or footwork. Me name is drawn for some fine shortbread
I gotta say, I find meself in shock. "Me, me?" I answer as I rise to th'
occasion. "I con' believe it!"
Th' terms: either a fact or a jig.
"I hav' a fact," I answer. "In 1645, Cap'n Kidd wos born in Scotland. He wos
executed in 1701. Some say 'e was a pirate. The evidence says 'e was a
privateer. An' I say, he's me hero!"
"Well played!" the Dred Cap'n praises as I claim me prize. Of course, th'
crown gets ten percent under me letter of marque. Not bad tho' when ye
figure an' agent would take fifteen.
We be an international gatherin', ye know, but ye don't need a flag t' tell
who can dance th' best jigs. I give it me English best, but the Scots and
Irish bucs clearly 'ave me beat. An' the French corsairs? Tha' looks lik'a
We 'ave much time for songs as well as dance, singin' the praises of that 'ol
sailor Noah inside the hall, an' singin' the shanties outside t’ escape th’
heat as we raise our cups of ale in th' fair wind, th' stars that guide us
lookin' down from Heaven as we all be sharin' that camaraderie that 'tis a
An' so in that spirit we prance 'n a circle around a few pirates celebratin'
birthdays, singin' as we give 'em honour. So how do they show appreciation?
They huddle 'n fright like a bunch'a scurvy dogs.
"Mutiny!" Dread Cap'n Scott cries. Do we throw 'em over? Nay. A more fittin'
penance is a'hand.
"Jig! Jig! Jig!" I an' the others shout.
No planks will be walked this nigh'. But I clearly can see one of they
honorees makin' a bolt for it, gettin' outta th' center of attention.
The last set dance left me a bi' winded, so 'tis a touchin' moment when the
ol' Pirate Waltz is upon us, an' I find a beautiful lass who seems a wee bit
nervous about th' whole waltzin' thing. But I bow t' her, offering me hands,
an' I teach 'er a two-step an' then a box step. I ain' ballroom material
yet, but we both do jus’ fine. Usually, I seem to be th' one learnin' the
dances. 'Tis nice to teach. 'Tis nice to see th' smile and the gleam in th'
lady's eye. Ahhh, me heart.
We feast afterwards, takin' over the back room of a nearby establishment,
revelin' in tales of our adventures 'n the sea of life... an' plannin' our
next adventure in th' park...
EDITOR'S NOTE: The following day, we received this brief sports
dispatch from the Associated Pirate Press:
Buc Bowl I: Buccaneers 21, Raiders 21
PRESCOTT (APP) -- The game destined to settle an old score resulted in
another score unsettled.
Buccaneer Bowl I ended in a 21-21 tie after two halves of intensely
defensive play. Dread Captain Scott’s Bucs rallied from a 14-0 deficit in
the first half with help from several standout performances on the offensive
The lightning-fast Josh again proved his value to Cap’n Hook’s Raiders,
adding to his already stellar yardage. Intense blitzing by the Lacy’s
hurried several passes, forcing the Buccaneer line to regroup. In the end, a
reliance on simple plays and determination put Scott’s team on the board.
Turnovers piled up in Sunday’s game as both teams held the line, breaking up
passes and foiling rushing attempts.
The highly-anticipated match at Granite Creek Park came after April’s
scoreless stalemate in the
18th Century Bowl, where both teams shuffled their lineups following a
blowout first meeting.
Players expect to bring the contest to a conclusion at
August’s Highland Bowl.
Please also see our “Etiquette
& Expectations” page as well as our "All
About Us" page.