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TftCN: Twas the Night Before Christmas (Colorado Rogue Style)

As a Christmas present to all of ye, we have a modified version of the Moore/Livingston poem that has endured for generations.  And though there are many variations of the poem we hope you will like our take on it.

Merry Christmas! Happy Yule! Happy Hanukkah! and Happy Holidays to  all! MAD PROPS to Daphne Tart N Sweet  for helping me put this together.  

Twas the Night Before Christmas (Colorado Rogue Style)

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Fleet,
All the ships were in port; On the island they’d meet.
The stockings and mugs hung by the bulkhead with care,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring booty to share.

The treasures were kept safe on the Raging Saint Mae,
Inspiring visions of the Commodore in her fine array.
And I in my cabin, swaying slowly at ease,
Had just started dreaming of a cool island breeze.

When out on the deck there arose a commotion,
I arose from my hammock and looked out at the ocean.
Away from my cabin, I trudged up the ramps,
Out on the deck and lit all the lamps.

The moonlight did shine on our newly sewn sails,
Casting shadows of rigging on hulls and on rails
When what did the view in my spyglass show now?
But St. Nick, on his sleigh, headed straight for our bow

A dark ship behind him with canon alight,
Aimed at poor St. Nick, lending woe to his plight.
I sounded the bell, the captains all came,

The Commodore bellowed and called each by name

 “Now Ogre! Now Jettie! Morgan and Stalkie!
On Devyne, Ohm, Zetsumei, Boutz, me fyne hearties!
Santa needs help and the Fleet will give aid,
We go into battle, now the plan has been laid.

From the top of the crow’s nest, to the top of the mast,
Hoist the colors, full canvas, raise anchor, and fast!”
So into the fray, the Rogues they did steer,
To save poor St. Nick, both his booty and beard.

And then in a thunder, I heard like a growl,
The roar of cannon fire across the port bow.
As I followed my orders and changed the ship’s course,
Over the rail came a ladder, at once clear the source.

He was dressed all in tatters, from his head to his boot,
And his clothes were all shabby from gunpowder and soot.
His suit was once fine and his colors once bold,
But he’d been long in battle and his warmth had grown cold

His sleigh that once rose high over mountains and stones,
Was now in the deep, sinking to Davy Jones
The great sack of gifts that he carried in stride,
Made glittery bubbles as it sank in the tide

We took in this moment and considered this sight,
And decided we pirates would save Christmas Night!

The Blood Eagle fired first as she turned to the bow,
Captain Stalkie stood stalwart hollering, ” NOW!”

The Nautilus fired next and her missile hit home,
Neptune’s revenge exacted by Captain Ohm.
On board the Crimson Storm, tack and sheets flew,
They raced around and up behind the ship with the mutinous crew

Devyne’s crew used brassieres as ingenious slingshots,
firing hot coals from under the Galley’s cook pots
The Sinister came in, Ogre calm at the wheel
With their cannon ablaze, the dark ship did keel

At last the ship that dared to shoot down St. Nicholas’ sleigh
Abruptly turned starboard and ran fast away
At once we all cheered and began to excitedly chatter
St. Nick gave a sigh so I said “What’s the matter?”

He said, “I am most thankful for my life you have saved,
But I fear that fulfilling Christmas wishes is grave,
For you see, I am here, but my sleigh is now gone,
And I have no bag of presents to bring along.”

Zetsumei stepped forward, with a twinkle in her eye,
She said, “All you need is a ship that can fly.”
“You might want these too,” said Fingers, pulling packages out of his coat,
Producing box after box, he began to gloat.

“I got the gifts”, he said, “there is no need to say thanks,
I tried to get the damn bag before it all sank.”
St. Nicks face bore the greatest look of relief,
All thanks to us scallywags and a masterful thief

We loaded the toys on the Koumori with care
With the knowledge that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The ship’s batwings flapped and rose into the night
And we heard Merry Christmas to all! Yo-Ho-Ho and good night!

By Daphne Tart n Sweet  &  Tempest Stormbringer

© 2011 Belinda Turner and Melissa Carleo

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Posted by on December 23, 2011 in The Art Show

 

Farewell D.L.I. Adam Jay Burton.

It is with a heavy heart that we say goodbye to one of our fellow Rogues.

On December 9th 2011, Adam Jay Burton (Rogue name D.L.I., Step class of ’05) died after multiple complications from open heart surgery. Those who knew Adam well will mourn the void left in his absence but will celebrate the enthusiasm and passion he brought to every day of his life.  You  will be missed.

For more information

 http://www.timescall.com/ci_19572310?source=most_viewed

 
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Posted by on December 21, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

TftCN – Captain David Morgan: The Other Captain Morgan

Today on Tales from the Crow’s Nest it is my pleasure to present to you the story of The Other Captain Morgan , Captain of The Crimson Storm.

Known for his kind heart and prowess in fighting Captain Morgan has been a member of The Colorado Rogues for many  a year. Below is the tale of his youth. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do.

Captain David Morgan: The Other Captain Morgan

David Morgan was the youngest son of Robert Morgan. Robert Morgan was a squire of Llanrhymny in Glamorgan, Wales. He and his wife had four sons, Henry, Charles, Samuel, and David. In David’s ninth year he accompanied his father on a voyage to England. On the return trip home the ship they were traveling on, The Circe, was attacked by pirates. During the battle David was sent below decks to hide, however he never made it back to his cabin. As he was ready to go below decks he turned to see his father fall beneath the sword of one of the pirate invaders. He ran back to avenge his father picking up a sword from one of the fallen men along the way. However his gaze was so intent on making his way to his father side that he neglected to watch his back. He never saw the man behind him who cold cocked him and dragged him away. A fierce battle ensued and many losses were suffered by all people aboard. In the end the pirates set The Circe aflame, as they left. Robert Morgan was dragged to one of the row boats and when he regained consciousness it was to see the ship aflame and no David among the survivors. His son was presumed dead among the wreckage.

When David revived to find himself in the hold of the Pirate ship, his first thought was the memory of his father whom he failed to avenge. How could he ever face his family, his Mother and his brothers with news of his Fathers death and his failure? At that moment he wished that he had died along side the crew of the Circe. He had no way of knowing that the wounds his father sustained were not mortal injuries. When the Captain came to the hold to gather information on their prisoners he told them only that his name was David and that he was an orphan. During the battle several of the pirates had been injured including the ship’s cook, who demanded some help in the galley. The Captain selected David due to the fact that his wounds were superficial, and he would be of little use as a hostage, until they could recoup their losses at the slave auction. He was found to be a good assistant. The cook convinced the Captain to keep the young lad on for awhile until his usefulness wore out.

During this time David had become acquainted with the basic chores of ship life, in addition to his kitchen duties. After about 11 months back at sea the ship was involved in a horrific battle in which both ships were destroyed. David had now taken to spending a bit of time each day in the crows nest covering for the lookout, who, would sleep most of the afternoon if allowed. When the battle began David was still in the crows nest when he heard a loud crack as the mast was hit by a cannonball. As he plunged into the ocean depths the last thing he remembered was a thunderous explosion of the powder kegs as they caught fire, and the brilliant hue of the evening sky which appeared to be aflame even through the filter of the ocean water which enveloped him. When he awoke he found himself adrift on a piece of railing from the ship. There was ultimate carnage all around him and as he struggled to find a better makeshift life raft. As he paddled among the debris he spotted another small form struggling in the water. He arrived just as it began to slip beneath the water for a second time. David was able to reach the small form before it went under the water again and pull it up onto his piece of wood. It wasn’t until he had the form on the raft that he realized it was a girl.

When the girl finally awoke David was glad to have some company. David and the small girl named Missy began trying to collect supplies form the pieces left of both ships. They lucked out and found several water barrels that were still full of water and others that were full of rum. They lashed these to the raft and continued to gather anything of use and then tried to figure out what they were going to do to find land. They floated for two more days before they saw anything else on the horizon. On the sunrise of the third day they watched as a shape crested on the horizon, it seemed to take forever to come close to them. It was a ship from the Far East known as The Shadow Dragon.

The captain had seen the smoke caused by the battle had come to render aid in the battle or to search for survivors. As they approached the grisly scene the Captain Li was very surprised to find the two children alive and well on their well stocked raft. Both children were rescued from the waters and taken aboard. The Captain soon developed a strong fondness for both of the children as they filled a spot in his heart that had been hollow since the death of his own family. The captain raised the two children as if they were his own, he taught them to be good sailors and good people but also he taught them the ways of the Far East and their ways of Fighting. Both children grew into confident leaders, and strong fighters. After several years there was a battle with a pirate ship off the coast of Africa. The Sea wolf, Captained by Charles Grey, who was well known to be a ruthless pirate and slave trader, was encountered on one of the Shadow Dragons many voyages. The encounter turned out to be a terrible encounter for Captain Charles Grey in fact. David having grown to manhood was eager to prove his skills and as the battle began David decided he would be the one to challenge Captain Charles Grey. So it was David who slew the Captain and took the Sea Wolf as his own ship. The Captain of the Shadow Dragon agreed it was time for David to have command of the ship he had won and what was left of her crew.

 What crew that was left of the Sea Wolf, were all given the option to sail under the new captain or be set upon an island, most chose to stay aboard as they felt no one could be as bad as Charles Grey had been. The ship was re-christened The Wolfsbane to commemorate the defeat of such a vile pirate. The Wolfsbane set off on its own, separating David and Missy for the first time in over ten years. Among the remaining members of the crew, was Charles Grey’s mistress, Scarlett. She stayed on vowing to be the best crew member Captain D. Morgan could ever hope to have. While also thinking that in time she would be able to wrest control of the ship from Captain Morgan, as she was the only rightful captain for this ship. Scarlett provided much excitement on board ship in her attempts to turn the crew against Captain Morgan. In a final power play, she tried to incite a mutiny and was given her choice of walking the plank or being cast adrift in a row boat for her treachery. Captain Morgan was loathe to commit cruelty to a woman even one who would act in the way she did, which is the only reason why she was even given the option of a row boat. She opted to be cast adrift. There were a few members of the crew who also wished to leave and they were set upon a deserted Isle. Shortly afterward The Wolfsbane set sail for Eilean er Coayl Grayse , or The Isle of Lost Grace. Originally there only to take on supplies and make repairs after the battle, when he made port he found several comrades among the Captains of other ships which had also found their way to the isle. They decided to band together and form a fleet of sorts run under the command of a pirate named Captain Amon of the Sungod. He became their Commodore.

After a few years David was reunited with his brother Henry who was all to happy to find him alive and well. But during his time away he found that his Mother had fallen ill and died and his Father had remarried and started a new family. He made the decision that for the time being it was best that the rest of the family still believed him dead. He returned to the sea which was now more home to David than land and his crew more family to him than his blood. One evening in a pub Captain Morgan came across someone who was very familiar to him, it was his childhood friend Missy now known as Mistress Blade. They reminisced for hours and in time he convinced her to leave her current post aboard The Rising and join him as his first mate. His crew was battle hardened and feared across the seven seas. They supplemented their voyages with cargos of rum delivered to the islands. Captain Morgan found love with his Navigator Stargazer, and family with his crew.

 But the story doesn’t end there,   just this part of the tale.

 
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Posted by on December 16, 2011 in Rogue Backstories

 

TftCN- Ship Stories: The Crimson Storm, Christened in Blood

Today we have the tale of  The Crimson Storm.  When Captain D. Morgan originally  set sail it was aboard the vessel named The Wolfsbane and she sailed for several  years under his command.  In this tale we find out what happened to  that ship and how they came home upon the ship they sail  today. And now for our story…

The Crimson Storm: Christened in Blood

We had been at sea for about three months when we began to see black dots on the horizon following us. Soon we realized that they were ships of the Spanish Armada out searching for the Wolfsbane and its crew…

Could it be the last port we were in had a problem with our Payment methods? So we took a couple of people hostage and held them for ransom…

We gave them back when we were paid, and they were “relatively” unmolested and unharmed, well mostly.

Or perhaps it was that ship a month or so ago that we aided by lightening their load… we graciously redistributed their booty to those who were in more need, and could pay our price. … Who knows? Or maybe even that last village we visited; did they really think we would accept beads as payment for supplies? I mean come on we are pirates, not cheap jewelry makers. Silly Lubbers!

The chase was on everywhere we traveled they were right behind us. At every turn they seemed to be slowly gaining. Sure we could out run one maybe even two but as the third showed up on our aft, we knew we would have to fight our way out.

Captain David Morgan decided he had enough of this watery cat and mouse game. We decided to stand our ground, and fight!

The three ships kept trying to maneuver us into their trap. It had been three days of this little chess game without a check mate. Captain Morgan decided to make a daring move during the night and out maneuver the 3 ships of the Spanish Armada to end this stand off. It was decided to sacrifice our Queen in order win this stalemate. We rigged the Wolfsbane to explode, and sent her directly into those two ships that kept themselves too closely together. We knew they were trying to draw our attention away from the third ship which had been working into position on the far side of us in an attempt to catch us in the cross fire unaware. A few members of the crew readied the Wolfsbane for its final voyage, set the powder kegs and rum to ignite. Captain Morgan and the rest of the crew quietly loaded the row boats and began to move towards the third enemy ship.

It was lucky for us that the night was moonless and the third Spanish ship was traveling with out any lighting. This darkness allowed Captain Morgan’s crew to circle around the ship and sneak up silently next to the ship. We got into position and caught them by surprise, just as the Wolfsbane exploded into the other two Spanish ships. With their attention on the explosion the Spanish soldiers never saw Captain Morgan and his crew until it was too late. What a beautiful send off it was for the Wolfsbane. It was so bright and so devastatingly successful in destroying the other ships.

Check mate.

Only one person was left alive aboard the Spanish ship. He was a prisoner we found below deck. Captain Morgan decided to christen his new ship the Crimson Storm, so named for all the red blood that flowed that night she was captured.

The Crimson Storm set off for the Caribbean where we took part in a family reunion of sorts. As Captain Morgan’s brother Henry, was rather busy these days, we were invited to join in the Morgan family business of disbursing  rum to the colonies to supplement our endeavors. It only took a few trips before the crew of the Crimson Storm, was also known as “Captain D. Morgan’s Rum Runners”.

 

 
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Posted by on December 9, 2011 in Ship Stories

 

TftCN :The Art Show–The Crimson Storm, By Requiem Shadowhawk

 

The Colorado Rouges are a group of many talented members who have a vast array of talents. From writing, to leather work, to photography, to costume design… etc. In the artist corner, known as The Art Show, we would like to showcase some of those talents and share them with you.   Today we have a poem from Requiem Shadowhawk a member of The Crimson Storm ship. The poem is entitled “The Crimson Storm”. 

Earlier today I  had the opportunity to  interview Requiem for this article. Below is the interview.

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Tempest: Is writing your only creative outlet?

Requiem: Writing is not my only creative outlet, it’s simply the only outlet that is unique. I also sing, but never anything original.

Tempest: Do you prefer poetry or short stories?
Requiem: Yes, I prefer poetry to short stories, when I am the one writing. I have a few short stories that I’ve written, but I rarely like my fiction well enough to let other people read it, whereas my poetry is available to anyone who wants to read it.

Tempest: What made you interested in doing creative writing?

Requiem: I honestly don’t remember what got me interested in creative writing. I started writing poetry (mostly haiku) when I was young – 12 or 13 years old. I started writing longer pieces during my Freshman year of high school. I actually taught the poetry segment of my English class my Junior year of high school because, by that time, I had been published twice and actually knew more about the various forms of poetry than our teacher did. I know that event spurred me to write more, but can’t say that’s what got me into writing.

Tempest: What form of poetry do you like to write in the best? Haiku? Tanka? Limerick? Odes? etc

Requiem: I don’t have a form when I write anymore. I’ve written haiku, limericks, odes, sonnets, acrostic, found poetry (which I think is fun, but don’t do often – take words and phrases off of things like posters, soda bottles, fliers, etc. and try to make a poem using only those words or phrases). I’ve written in iambic pentameter, quatrains, rhyming couplets. I’ve written poems where the first line only has one syllable, the second line has two syllables, etc. But I dislike all of that. Take sonnets, for example – 14 lines, with 10 syllables each, and in iambic pentameter (one unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable – one TWO three FOUR five SIX seven EIGHT nine TEN), with a set rhyme scheme. That’s too many rules for me to conform to when I write. I like my poetry to flow, not sound forced. I also rarely rhyme, at least not intentionally. Rhyming to me almost always sounds forced. So, I guess the real answer to the question of what form I prefer to write in is, in a word, “Mine.”
Tempest: What is your favorite piece that you have created?

Requiem: My favorite piece I have ever created can never be published. I’ve also never read it the same way twice. It’s hard to explain, but I’ll try. When I was in college, one of my professors was talking about a literary device called “deconstructionism.” It’s basically describing something by saying what it’s not. An example: If I wanted to use deconstruction to say that Tempest Stormbringer is a cheery person, I would say “Tempest is a person who never has a frown on her face.” Sounds simple enough, right? Well, the poem that I wrote, I have words crossed out, I wrote over phrases in different colours to show myself where to place emphasis, or where to pause when reading aloud. I’ve scribbled footnotes inbetween lines. Every time I read it, the words that are crossed out get described differently. An example from the poem: I have a line that is “This is [scribbled over]not[/scribbled over] a poem for them (with a bold X drawn over the letter “m”) colour-blind (with a single line through “colour”). I would read that line out loud as “This is a poem, but it is not a poem for them – the colour-blind people who don’t know they are blind.” The whole of the poem is like that. It’s more a dynamic outline for spoken word than something to be read.

Tempest: The Poem The Crimson Storm, was written as a request for Shamus (another crew member of your ship) but where do you usually find your inspiration for your writing?

Requiem: My inspiration comes from everywhere. I habitually ask people for a word, or an emotion, or an image, and my pen moves itself until I have a finished work using that input. I also do things like sit at Bill Cody’s grave on the top of Lookout Mountain at night, and stare out over the lights of the city and write about the first thought that comes to mind. I get my muse when I’m sitting in a coffee house watching other people interact. Creativity, for me, is everywhere, waiting for me to catch it, tame it, and set it free on the world.

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And Now The Crimson Storm, We hope you like it.

 “The Crimson Storm”

by Requiem Shadowhawk

Thunder roars from our cannon fire

Hearty grins decorate our faces

Enemies flee from the sight of our flag

Crimson seadogs, one and all

Rising up to heed the Captain’s call

In his ears, rings of gold

Morgan’s laughter calls out to the bold

Sailors and scoundrels that make up his crew

Onward we sail, taming the stormy night

Never plotting a course unless gold is in sight

Sinking all who would stop us

The Barbary Coast our only shore home

Only for cries of war or of gold

Rally this band of cunning pirates

May you never deserve our Captain’s fury!

 
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Posted by on December 2, 2011 in The Art Show