PORT BALDMOR (TRAMMEL), PAXLAIR - January 16, 2007

Torches lit on sandy shores, food fit for a king (perhaps t'was the king's), rum and ale running free, and treasures to be discovered this is a party fit for a Pirate! It has been said that the Pirates would never see a year together outside a jail cell, especially those of the king's Navy, but this day we proved them quite incorrect. Not only are we yet free from shackles, but we are proud to yet roam the sovereign lands with mischief and mayhem as our guide. Celebration must be had while the having is yet available. Today we drink and eat and revel in the knowledge that tomorrow we may never see. As we sit by the firelight drinking our Pirate ale and reliving the tales of our adventures it has come to mind that more is necessary. More of what? Well asked indeed! MORE of All, say we. More is what was had.

Our night began with food and ale, as any good gathering of Pirates would, so as to steady the aim and ready the blades (or so goes the theory). We did open our island to the whole of Sosaria, but for us if two or three are gathered there be a party! So long as food was hot and ale flowed deep we would be happy no matter who appeared (even a Navy dog or two). For our 'special' guest the Savage ale is reserved. A bit of dancing, a lot of jawing of fish tales and adventures gave way to the need to shed some blood, and it didn't matter whose or what's.

Deep in the stores of the pirate keeps were found treasure maps and bounty to be dug. As the 'sacrificial' Pirate, Swabs, unearthed the treasure many riotous creatures bounded from their slumber. Blades and arrows met with vicious results as they fell again and again relinquishing their treasures to our hands. As the wounds were mended, loot collected and the bodies of vile creatures dumped unceremoniously back into their holes we did discover more ale was needed. More ale and another map! This cry rang out again and again through the night. A great deal of holes did litter the Island, so much so we began to take on water. One must wonder if an island would sink by this turn of fortune, if should occur we'll not be telling but merely fillin the holes as fast as we can.

More entertaining and visits from PaxLair dignitaries bring our senseless bloodshed to a brief recess. New additions to the Island sky line were shown with pride. The jail being that of peculiarly high interest to Admiral Roland Martin, perhaps he be eyein up his cell block to take in decorations for when he is apprehended for too much ale and even more gum slapping. Governor Winfield, Winmere and the Duchess Van Horn among others graced our somewhat humble abode. The Duchess found our sand too tempting to resist and made sand castles only to watch them disappear with the tide or crush underfoot as a giant in the tiny realm. She then discovered that driving a green thorn into the sand as a standard for the castle only caused a great chasm to appear and take us all into the depths therein. This did give way to a rather intriguing discovery. Deep under the island of Baldmore lie solen tunnels of unknown age or origin. More great adventure was had chasing ants and ant lions all about their underground caverns before t'was yet discovered the need for more ale!

Strewn amongst thirst for ale, adventure and treasure were many nets needing to be thrown. Pirates, after all, are most comfortable on the sea and to be without water under our feet causes one the 'bends'. Lining the ships collected as a bridge across the seas we were able to extend the reach and speed at get away quite considerably. Budswoman and others who owned fishing nets did bring up a sorted spectacle of deep ocean creatures that did soil our sand and ruddy the waters with blood and ick. More bloodshed satisfied to the point where even Admiral Roland was safe, for the moment. The fish off our shores were well fed this day!

Well spent and full of ale our DAGR celebration rang of success. The Navy dog survived without incident, and even sir Nevyn seemed to enjoy himself, although methinks something is afoot with that character we'd be wise to keep our eye on him. Fire works ended our night of riotous jubilee and staggering to our ships and secret stores to take stock and inventory our clan melted into the sunset satisfied that we were yet safe another day.