I should have read the fine print before entering. It said win a chance to perform live on stage. I thought it was a talent contest. Turns out to be an auction!
Thought you were on my side!Too bad... now get you clothes off and get on the auction block!!!
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I'm right there by you working up the bidding... I'm sure you'll be proud of what you sold for...
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...though I am not sure what this has to do with 'pirettes'...
...mood lighting...Or exactly what the candles are for
To outrun Matthew, the Governor could ask Mr. Repertor to build a state of the art vehicle, so you can oversee the Island very quickly.Now, we had better get on with the story before Matthew wipes the whole bunch off the map...
I saw no reason to be evasive now. “Governor, knowing the kind of person you are, I have never kept more than a small portion of our treasure, that needed for current expenses, in your domain. All of the rest has been placed for safekeeping with the one person in this world I trust completely, my brother, Matthew Lodge of Boston, Director of the Merchants Bank of Boston. You are welcome to try to pursue your quest in that fair city, where he and the rest of my family are leading citizens, known and respected by all. You may contact our solicitor, Mr. Hugh Lewis Dewey, Esq., of the firm of Dewey, Cheatham and Howe (authors note: This firm remains down to the present one of Boston’s leading law firms, with branches throughout the world, wherever attorneys practice their arts).
And sure, these bankers and attorneys in Boston ask no questions about where the money comes from.
I loved that show. Two very funny guys who knew a lot about cars too.Most fortunes are built on not asking certain questions, I should think...
American readers may know that I stole (I mean, borrowed) the name of the law firm Dewey, Cheatham and Howe from the National Public Radio show, Car Talk, hosted by the wonderful brothers, Tom (now, sadly, deceased) and Ray Magliozzi, both MIT graduates who ran a garage in Cambridge, Massachusetts and entertained people with their radio show for 25 years.
They lifted it from an older (I believe) Marx Brothers...Most fortunes are built on not asking certain questions, I should think...
American readers may know that I stole (I mean, borrowed) the name of the law firm Dewey, Cheatham and Howe from the National Public Radio show, Car Talk, hosted by the wonderful brothers, Tom (now, sadly, deceased) and Ray Magliozzi, both MIT graduates who ran a garage in Cambridge, Massachusetts and entertained people with their radio show for 25 years.
OOPS... Three Stooges then I found there really is such a law firm!!!Most fortunes are built on not asking certain questions, I should think...
American readers may know that I stole (I mean, borrowed) the name of the law firm Dewey, Cheatham and Howe from the National Public Radio show, Car Talk, hosted by the wonderful brothers, Tom (now, sadly, deceased) and Ray Magliozzi, both MIT graduates who ran a garage in Cambridge, Massachusetts and entertained people with their radio show for 25 years.
OOPS... Three Stooges then I found there really is such a law firm!!!
http://www.dewey-cheatham-howe.com/
I was particularly interested in one Samuel Wragg, a member of the Council of the Province of Carolina. Such an illustrious personage would surely fetch a large sum in ransom from the good citizens of Charleston and its surroundings (Authors note: Samuel Wragg was a real historical person who was taken hostage by Blackbeard and released in exchange for a ransom. History does not record whether he is an ancestor of our own Wragg.)
Now, Barbara Moore was my most troublesome crew member, often insolent and rebellious.
I got no pleasure from having exercised my authority in such a manner
After some discussion we decided that Mr. and Mrs. Repertor would be detained, along with Mr. Wragg of the Provincial Council and Mr. Jollyrei.
, they should be pleased to assist the crew members in any way they could.
Captured by Pirettes!
Oh my God!
Myworst nightmaressweetest dreams have come true!
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View attachment 423239 Mr. Repertor was accompanied by his wife, a charming woman who was hoping to acquire a new wardrobe in London.
She was laden with a lovely collection of jewels, of which burden she was relieved by our crew. View attachment 423234
View attachment 423237 I allowed the crew to open one of the barrels of rum, with the proviso that no one could have more than two drams
View attachment 423240 I ordered dinner be brought, along with two good bottles of French claret.
I summoned Dorothy and Tricia and asked them to accompany the gentlemen to the crew quarters.View attachment 423235
View attachment 423241 She couldn’t stop telling me how this had opened up many new perspectives to her.
May 20, 1716. Off of Charleston
The good burghers of Charleston apparently did not know with whom they were dealing. Around mid-day on May 18, the sailor on watch in the crow’s nest reported that a small boat was headed towards the mouth of the harbor. Taking Tricia and Barbara, now recovered thanks to the excellence of Prihaya’s medicine and much improved in her demeanor by the flogging, I went out in one of our skiffs to meet them. In their boat, rowed by a Negro slave were two representatives of the Provincial Council.
Their proposal to resolve our unfortunate situation was, quite frankly, ludicrous. They offered a mere trifle, less than half of what had been asked for the safe return of Wragg, Jollrei, Repertor and his wife. I informed them that unless they could do substantially better and quickly, I was fully prepared to take to sea, where I would happily have our guests walk the plank to be devoured by sharks.
The representatives pleaded poverty, claiming that this pittance was all that the entire city of Charleston could lay its hands on at the moment. I suggested they try harder. The next day they came back to inform me that they had, Oh, Miracle, managed to raise additional funds, bringing them close to what had been asked, but still somewhat short. Feeling the urge to be shed of this dreary town and its environs, I agreed and the exchange of hostages and filthy lucre was to take place on the next day, May 20 on a small spit of sand near the entrance of the harbor at noon.
And so it did, under the guns of the Clitoris perched just offshore to guard against any unexpected surprises, I ventured out of the scrub down to the water’s edge to accept the payment in the form of a nice collection of gold and silver coins of English, Spanish, French and a few other vintages. Once I had assured myself that the correct amount had been rendered, I motioned to Tash who urged the four hostages out of their cover and onto the open sand.
I stepped aside to allow them to climb into the boat, shaking each one’s hand. “I hope you had a pleasant stay with us,” I told them. The three gentlemen smiled. Mrs. Repertor insisted on hugging me for a prolonged period. I thought she might never let go, though finally she did and climbed into the boat. Once they were all aboard, the Negro began rowing, straining to move the boat with the additional passengers on board. I waved as they left, heading for the port. Once they were out of sight, we made for the Clitoris and set sail for Ocracoke.