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Side-Sim - Holodeck - Anne Bonny and Calico Jack

Posted July 6, 2020, 5:38 p.m. by Ensign Oliver Loughty (Science Officer Botany & Ecology) (J Ridgley)

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Side-Sim - Holodeck - Anne Bonny and Calico Jack

Posted by Ensign Oliver Loughty (Science Officer Botany & Ecology) in Side-Sim - Holodeck - Anne Bonny and Calico Jack

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Side-Sim - Holodeck - Anne Bonny and Calico Jack
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Oliver standing on the deck of the Kingston which was a small Jamaican vessel, and the ship Calico Jack the pirate he was mimicking had made his flagship. Having done his research and dressed appropriately Olly was wearing a canvas doublet and breeches, knitted caps called Monmouth caps, cotton waistcoats and drawers, stockings, linen shirts and shoes. Much of this clothing was adopted by the seamen of this era and made him look the part. His partner in crime today was the ships, new chief counselor who he had also done his research on, it was amazing what someone could find out through the ships manifest.

The Kingston was currently in the port of Nassau a pirate stronghold and awaited Lieutenant Revna Edman, she was by far the most interesting person he had met apart from perhaps Kelly the ship’s captain but she didn’t count since he had known her for along as his Starfleet career had been. Olly faced astern his hand behind his back, his large black hat casting a large amount of shade over his face making his stubble even darker. Behind him, the deckhands were scrubbing away, and those not on cleaning duty or drunk were brining the last stores onboard and into the hold.

Olly Loughty

Revna was looking forward to the holodeck program. Her only problem was that the costume had shoes and she never wore shoes when she was on deck. She shrugged and laughed at some of the looks she got from crewmen as she headed for the holodeck. She’s wearing a blue check work shirt topped off with a rather fancier black silk cravat. A black velvet coat that is a bit too big for her. Her pants are rough brown trousers, stuffed into tall black boots. On her head she wears a leather tricorn spruced up with feathers and a silver button. A calico sash, a belt, and a baldric complete the picture. She also carries a replicated cutlass.

Revna steps into the program. The smell of the sea assails her and brings back fond memories. The port is busy and very different than the ones she’s used to. She sees Oliver on the deck, looking more like part of the program, blending in so well with the theme. Her stride carries her up the gang plank and once to the deck she grabs some rigging and swings herself across to the other side to land beside him. And regrets that. She was certainly not healed enough for that. She winces only slightly though. “It’s a good day to sink the British, Calico.”
Revna Edman

“Ah Anne” He said with a cheeky grin across his face, “I was beginning to think after last night drinking you weren’t going to make it in time before we departed I am glad you finally turned up!” He laughed turning his head to the quarter-deck his projecting his voice shouted “Put your sea legs on boys, bring in the plank, hoist the sails and prepare to depart were going fishing!” Turning to Anne, “After you” He sad indicating to the large wheel at the quarter-deck. Around the crewman were running about putting away the mops and buckets as they began to raise the foresails to depart the harbor at maneuvering speeds.

Oliver Loughty

Revna laughed softly, “I drink you under the table any day, Calico and we all know it.” She raised her voice, “Isn’t that right, boys?” And a choras of agreement followed her to the quarter-deck. Revna’s eyes lit up and she grabbed the wheel. She shouted orders for oars and began the cadence. The oars moving smoothly to her orders sending them out of the port and into the sea. Soon she called the oars in and the sails down. She turned and grinned at him, “Where do you think the fish are biting today? We have coffers to fill.”
Revna Edman

Reaching behind him he pulled out an old and tatty map, which smelt of rum and wine. “I got this off an English privateer, and by got I borrowed it from him, and by borrowed I of course stole it.” Olly chuckled as he stretched it out revealing the Bahamas and the surrounding area, a line dotted from Havana through the straight of Florida and of the map. “An English merchant ship is due to depart Havana for Britain fille with silk, coffee and gold were going to make sure it never reaches its final destination. ” He turned to the flag duty crewman “Raise those new English colors, its time to put our spent money to good use” And he watched as from within a chest a Union Jack was presented and raised.

Olly Loughty

Revna watched the colors go up and then the first good wind caught the sails and the ship seemed to jump forward. Revna kept her feet when even some of the holographic sailors stumbled. The wind whipped across the deck scattering sea spray. She inhaled deeply and reached down to the crate at her feet and picked up a compass. “Give me that map Calico, you know you can’t find your way out of an open box.” She checked the map and the compass and spun the wheel expertly to port and then straightened the Kingston onto the correct course. She leaned her hip against the wheel to keep it steady while she tucked several strands of hair under her hat.
Revna Edman

“That’s why I leave the actual sailing in your capable hands, leaving me with the fun stuff like fighting and diplomacy.” Enjoying himself Olly had taken up position facing Revna, watching her as she masterfully navigated the ship through the blue highway. They crashed through the waves with sea spray often caressing his skin the smell reminding him of home, he was glad that he had someone to share this particular program with. Around them the crew had erupted into a sea chanty of William Taylor, some of his crew had even picked up a flute, a barrel had been upturned and was being used as a drum, Olly couldn’t help but join in.

William Taylor was a brisk young sailor
Full of heart and full of play
Till he did his mind uncover
To a youthful lady gay

Four and twenty British sailors
Met him on the king’s highway
As he went for to be married
Pressed he was and sent away

Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae

Sailor’s clothing she put on
And went to board a man-o-war
Her pretty little fingers long and slender
They were smeared with pitch and tar

On that ship there was a battle
She amongst the rest did fight
The wind blew off her silver buttons
Her skin was bared all snowy white

Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae
Folleri-de-dom, de- daerai diddero
Folleri-de-dom, domme daerai dae

From between the chorus a loud shout erupted “SHIP AHOY!” through foresails and the job people were pointing, taking out his telescope he put it to his eye, it was exactly what they were looking for, another cry went out “She bears the mark of English merchants!” A loud cheer roared around them.

Oliver Loughty

Revna joined in for a bit, until the pace of the song shortened her breath. One of the sailors came up trying to goad “Anne” to dance. She pushed him away with a laugh, “Go on and clean the deck or something. I’m steering!” She laughed at the absurdity of it. And then “SHIP AHOY!” “What say you Jack? Should we run her down or make her come to us?” She glanced at Oliver, a wicked playful gleam in her eye, obviously enjoying the program.
Revna Edman

Looking between her wicked gleam and to the ship again, he laughed the same wicked smile spreading across his own face “Let’s have some fun with our food shall we, Raise the black flag lets give em something to think about!” Again a chorus of cheers as the skull and crossbones was raised replacing the English flag. “Prepare a cannon shot so they know we’re here!” He watched as his forward cannon was loaded the signal being given that it was ready “FIRE!” Quickly followed by a huge exploding the smell of gunpowder assaulting his senses and smoke filled the deck.

From the crow’s nest this time, “They’re raising the white flag! She’s surrendering!”

Oliver Loughty


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