Snapcase All At Sea!

[Malamute]

Great thread!

[Mad Lord Snapcase]

OSHIRO and Malamute, many thanks.

Michi, I suppose they must be considered marines? Or maybe they are Filibusters/Freebooters?

[Mad Lord Snapcase]

Animated titles. Music: Black Dyke Mills Band playing a slow dirge.
Stock shot of mill town at the turn of the century - at night.

SUBTITLE: 'JARROW - NEW YEAR'S EVE 1911'
SUBTITLE: 'JARROW 1912'

Mix through to mill-owner's opulent sitting room at the turn of the century. Lady Mountback sits with her crochet. There is a knock on the door.

Lady Mountback   Come in.

Enter Reg, cap in hand.

Reg   Trouble at mill.

Lady Mountback   Oh no. What sort of trouble?

Reg   One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treddle.

Lady Mountback   Pardon?

Reg   One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treddle.

Lady Mountback   I don't understand what you're saying.

Reg   (slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent) One of the cross beams has gone out askew on the treddle.

Lady Mountback   Well what on earth does that mean?

Reg   I don't know. Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

Jarring chord. The door flies open and Cardinal Ximinez of Spain enters, flanked by two junior cardinals. Cardinal Biggles has goggles pushed over his forehead. Cardinal Fang is just Cardinal Fang.

Ximinez   Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...no... amongst our weapons.... amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again. (exit and exeunt)



Well, I just had to, didn't I? The Spanish Inquisition will be active in my pirate game. Not sure what role they will play yet.

[has.been]

You can be sure, no matter what roll they play...  No-one will expect it!

[gamer Mac]

great stuff sounds like it is going to be fun

[Mad Lord Snapcase]

You can be sure, no matter what roll they play...  No-one will expect it!

You are right there!   

great stuff sounds like it is going to be fun

Thanks, gamer Mac.

On one of the outer islands of the Islas de Pasaje de Vuelta, stands an old church, the church of Santa Marcas. It is guarded by a group of rather fierce and secretive monks known as the Brothers of Santa Marcas. It is rumoured that they guard part of the Templar's missing treasure in the vaults of the church. How that treasure came to be there (if it is indeed there at all), no one knows.



L to R: Brother Chico, Brother Harpo, Brother Groucho, Brother Gummo, Brother Zeppo and Brother Sherlocko

[Mad Lord Snapcase]

Reginald and Ronald are the Governor's bodyguards. Twins, born of Violet Annie Cray in the East End of London. The home country has proved too hot for them after overdoing their cunning scheme of enlisting in the army, taking the shilling and then deserting. They were recognised on their fifth enlistment and sentenced to hard labour in prison. Escaping, they stowed away on a ship which was bound for the West Indies. Recognising their propensity for gratuitous violence, Sir Frobisher Fotheringay-Featherstonhaugh took the twins into his employment, feeling the need for personal protection in these unsettled times.

[Ramirez Noname]

Cracking thread, m'lord .. the Cray twins look the part.

RMZ

[Mad Lord Snapcase]

Cracking thread, m'lord .. the Cray twins look the part.

RMZ

Thanks, RMZ.

...and now a few more bit players in the madness of Islas de Pasaje de Vuelta.

On the left is Albert Arkwright, a merchant of the islands and a pragmatic, miserly man with old-fashioned values, whose world seems to stop at his shop door. Arkwright is a devious and dishonest merchant who has many crafty tricks to try to persuade a customer to leave his shop having bought at least one thing. He will avoid spending his own money at all costs.

Next in is Clarrie Grundy, barmaid at a tavern near the dockside on the main island. Clarrie is Eddie Grundy's long-suffering wife. She became involved with him after her late father Jethro Larkin employed him to remove the range in their home. Clarrie spends much of her time sorting out problems created by her husband, sons and father-in-law. (I’m not very happy with how her face came out but fiddling about with it seems to make it worse!)

Third from left is Cardinal Richelieu;

(Fanfare of trumpets. Cardinal Richelieu enters witness box in beautiful robes.)

Cardinal: 'Allo everyone, it's wonderful to be 'ere y'know, I just love your country. London is so beautiful at this time of year.

Counsel: Er, you are Cardinal Armand Jean du Plessis, Duc de Richelieu, First Minister of Louis XIII?

Cardinal: Oui.

Counsel: Cardinal, would it be fair to say that you not only built up the centralised monarchy in France but also perpetuated the religious schism in Europe?

Cardinal: (modestly) That's what they say.

Counsel: Did you persecute the Huguenots?

Cardinal: Oui.

Counsel: And did you take even sterner measures against the great Catholic nobles who made common cause with foreign foes in defence of their feudal independence?

Cardinal: I sure did that thing.

Counsel: Cardinal. Are you acquainted with the defendant, Harold Larch?

Cardinal: Since I was so high (indicated how high).

Counsel: Speaking as a Cardinal of the Roman Catholic Church, as First Minister of Louis XIII, and as one of the architects of the modern world already - would you say that Harold Larch was a man of good character?

Cardinal: Listen. Harry is a very wonderful human being.

Counsel: M'lud. In view of the impeccable nature of this character witness may I plead for clemency.

...and last but not least, Foul Ole Ron, reduced to beggary on the islands after being marooned by his shipmates for his rather peculiar and offensive body odour!

[Patrice]

I've just discovered this thread! 

Can't wait to see more. 

[FifteensAway]

Foul Ole Ron, "Well, you'd reek a bit yerself, lad if ya had but one good hand and a rotten foot and rotten other hand and hobbled on a peg leg.  Hard to get a proper bath, right'o.  And the lasses seem remiss to help - though they were fond enough of my coins when I was a whole man.  I curse the day I went to sea, ay, lad, that I do.  Spare a drink, boy'o?"

[Mad Lord Snapcase]

Thanks, Patrice.

FifteensAway, you definitely seem to have the measure of Foul Ole Ron!   

[Blackwolf]

Brilliant! Love the religious brothers,very clever

[marco55]

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[Mad Lord Snapcase]

Brilliant! Love the religious brothers,very clever

Thank you, Blackwolf.