Mark your Calender for 2018’s Events
GREAT LAKES PIRATES January 2018
Timber Gray Wolf
Star~Dust
Head of Operations Designer, photographer
Motivator
Elise W’nstrom Editor
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Gold earrings were frequently worn by sailor to commermorate the first crossing of the equator of sailing around the world. Superstitious sailors believed that gold earrings had a magic healing powers, and that wearing earrings would improve eyesight and even prevent seasickness. Sailors also believed that the wearing the gold earrings proctected the wearer from drowning, or could be used as payment to enter Davy Jone’s locker. More practically, ut was used to pay for a sailor’s burial if he diead in a foreign land.
Captain Jameson von Greywolfe’s Rum Review - Bajan Rums A fine blend of Bajan rums that range from 12 to 20 years of age make up this amazing rum. Originally aged in the warm tropical climate of Barbados for ten years in one used bourbon barrels then transported to France to the Chateau de Bonbonnet. There it is blended by the Cellar Master then aged a second time for 2 to 10 years in casks that originally held the Cognac Pierre Ferrand. There is some skepticism in how long it is aged in the cool cellars of the Chateau. The 20th anniversary marks the 20th anniversary of the CEO Alexandre Gabriel, and the
extra old showcases the oldest Bajan rums reserves. The bottle itself is impressive and very masculine and kingly with the gold lettering and the wood topped cork. The typical cost of Plantation 20th anniversary extra old rum I’ve found is around 45 to 60 dollars a fifth, but this week I discovered a new package store in Braselton, Ga called Jax Package where they are selling products at a lower cost for the time being. I picked up this bottle for 39.99. The color is of a deep copper and reminds
me of stained cherry wood. The legs are quick to form and are thick and swift racing back to what remains of the spirit in the glass. The initial aroma is of bananas and caramel. There is a real aroma of vanilla and orange that stays in the breeze above the glass. The entry is how can I say it, Fabulous. A drink fit for the Pirate king. Orange marmalade sweetness accompanied by vanilla and caramel. It leaves a slick feel of butter scotch that just feels right. The drink tonight is since it’s an aged rum a Rum Old Fashioned of which I used brown sugar as my base a few dashes of aromatic bitters from Angostura and fresh squeezed naval orange juice add the as in. Garnished with a bourbon cherry and orange twist. Of course its Christmas weekend and who wouldn’t want another review, I know I do. So I’ll have another one coming tomorrow and if Santa thinks I’ve been good enough I’ll get another not tasted before bottle Christmas morning. With that said let me say me mates for everyone to stay safe, stay alert, stay alive, and drink responsibly. Till the morrow, down the hatch.
Captain Jameson von Greywolfe
The tales of ghost stories reach far, wide throughout time and used in modern day media/video games, one be the Octavius. The Octavius was an apocryphal, 18th century, according to lore it was a three mast schooner that was found west of Greenland by the whaler ship Herald on October 11, 1775. When five men of the Harald boarded the ship, they said that the entire crew of 28 below where frozen dead, almost preserved by the icy grave. In the captains
quarter’s the tale goes that the captain sat at his desk pen in hand. Also in the cabin was a woman holding a child under a blanket, meeting the same fate as the crew. How did the ship and it crew meet this deadly fate? According to the Captain’s log found under his frozen hands, the Ship had first left England for Orient, Chine in 1761. Successfully arriving, delivery their cargo and load new cargo for the return to England. Instead of returning
the way they came, the set sail for the Northwest Passage. The chose closed their fate as the vessel was trapped in ice north of Alaska. The ships last recorded position while the crew was alive was 75°N 160°W, about 250 miles north of Barrow, Alaska. In estimated from when the ship was taken out of commission and when it was found, it had been lost for 13 years. In many of the stories the same ship has been given different Names even different years, but each the number of crew, mother and child, and the captain at his desk has stayed the same. An example us the story being used is in the popular video game franchise Assassin’s Creed: III. The character Connor Kenway (native name: Ratonhnhaké:ton) is given a side missions be Peg Leg, that lead you to different Ghost Ships, one being the Octavius.
Capt. Timber Gray Wolf
Mark your Calendar, and get ready for the Event season to kick off for 2017. As the year goes on, we shall add more events and update any dates that may change.
2018 January
6th - The 12th Annual Renaissance Masqued Dinner and Ball • 3pm to Midnight • Sullivan’s Black Forest - 281 Heinlein Frankenmuth, Michigan 48734
27th- Brew and Build with Steampunk Eddie and Thomas Willeford • 6 PM - 10 PM
• Grand River Brewery, 117 W Louis Glick Hwy, Jackson, Michigan 49201
Febuary
23rd~25th - 3rd Annual Michigan Nordic Fire Festival • Lincoln Park, Charlotte, Michigan 48813
March
10th - Shiver Me Timbers
• Woodshire Place Banquet Facility • 6520 W Grand River Rd, Fowlerville, Michigan 48836
17th~18th - Kalamazoo Living History Show
• 9am t0 4pm • Kalamazoo County Expo Center, 2900 Lake St, Kalamazoo, Michigan 49048
24th - Indiana Pirate Fest
• 10am-6pm / 8pm-Midnight • BK Club, 721 S West St, Mishawaka, IN 46544
April 14th - Chicago Rum Festival 2018
• 12:30 PM - 6:30 PM • Logan Square Auditorium, 2539 North Kedzie Boulevard, Chicago, Illinois 60647
21st - Frankenfest (feast)
• Kicks off at 2pm • Bavarian Inn Restaurant, 713 S. Main Street, Frankenmuth, MI 48734
May
12th~13 - Buccaneer Bash
• 10am to 6pm • The Olde World Village, 13215 M 96, Augusta, Michigan 49012
25th~27 - South Haven Mermaid Megafest • The city of South Haven, Michigan
June
9th~10th - Mid-Michigan Renaissance Festival (kickoff weekend) • 11am to 6pm • Enchanted Forest, 7464 Frankenmuth Rd, Vassar, Michigan 48768 • Inclueds 16th~17th, 23nd~24rd, 30th~ July 1st
15th~17 - Steam Dream Expo
• Friday 6pm to 10pm, Saturday 10am to 2pm, Sunday 10am to 6pm • The Olde World Village, 13215 M 96, Augusta, Michigan 49012
July
7th~8th - Black Rock Mideival Fest (kickoff weekend) • 10am to 6pm • The Olde World Village, 13215 M 96, Augusta, Michigan 49012 • Inclueds 14th~15th, 21nd~22rd, 28th~29st
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What drew you to the dawn the fins and your driving inspiration?
Nicholette Driggs Interviewed by: Timber Gray Wolf
As a child, I did not take to water easy when I first took to water. Eventually I eased in and was in heaven. Once I got in, I would practice my fin flips and water handstands. When I cannot be in large water, I love to soak in the tub. My siren songs lure all the kitties to me!
Which of the Great Lakes might we find you swimming it My favorite lake to dip my tail in is Lake Michigan. During the summer, I enjoy frequenting the beaches form Saugatuck to Grand Haven.
What style of mermaid tail is your favorite to use and how many do you have? All of my tails are homemade! I have two beautiful fins. One that was constructed by my grandmother the other was a tail I purchased and altered to better fit my needs. That tail is the one featured in these photos.
What do you like the most about going to the events and what is one of your favorite so far? Alas, I have not attended many events as my siren self. I am eager to explore the different events throughout the Great Lakes area as I learn of them. I do enjoy Grand Rapids Comic Con, where I shed my tail and don an ewok costume. I also frequent pinup events throughout Michigan.
What might be your “day job” when walking upon dry land? I have a very rewarding job upon the land. I work for a public school helping families acquire resources, truancy work, and other things dealing with families throughout the district.
Is there anything you would like to share with our readers? I am so honored and excited to be Great Lakes Magazine’s January Siren!
Do you belong to a waterclan or a lone swimmer? I belong a few different groups. I have my amazing tribe of women who bring me great friendship and support. I am also one of the founding members of The Do Good Gals, a volunteer organization that with a vintage style, we provide our time talents and resources, to support causes that influence our community in a positive way. I also sing my siren songs on stage with the vaudevillian troupe, the Frivolous Follies.
We the Crew of the Silver Moon also know for the Silver Moon Imports. Our group enjoys a good sword fight and sharing that fun for your enjoyment. Take a look and fallow us on Facebook. Then if you see us at events feel free to come take a photo with us.
Been enjoying the Tails of Bazel or want to pick up from the start? Well look forward in the coming months we will be release a completed collection of all the entries into a single book, for both your reading pleasure and the opportunity to order a copy.
Entry 6 - Setting a Trap Journal of Bazel Clement Hopwood
We were finally out of Boston and on the way to England, which filled me with relief. Sitting in my cabin I stayed hidden, out of sight, as I did not want to be put to work again anytime soon. I looked through my notes and filed my letters to give to the Order once I returned to base. I kept trying to wrap my mind around the things I had witnessed on my short trip. It felt as I was in a daze for hours thinking of how to explain the death of two hunters and the full loss of my funds. At some point, I was not sure if it was the lack of food or the motion of the sea, started causing me dizziness. I decided it was finally time to leave my cabin. It could be as long as a two month trip home and there was no possible way to hide in that small cabin for so long. I sat down at one of the tables in the galley, watching a plate sliding back and forth with the motion of the ship. It had a small piece of bread and a piece of meat on it. I looked around, there was no one about; they must have sat it out for me. Inspecting the food I discovered it appeared something small had taken a bite out of both items; too small to be a human, a mouse? Pulling off the parts around the bits marks, I proceed to eat my morning meal, and saved some for later. Returning promptly to my cabin I noticed my door was ajar. Peeking through, no one seemed to be in there nor did I hear anything. Looking through my things to be sure nothing was stolen, I realized one my small pendants was gone. In my moment of panic I noticed bread crumbs. A mouse stole my silver pendant? I didn’t feel as though the crew had taken it, so I did not feel bad about asking if one might had seen it about. With most of them raising an eyebrow to when I told them I though a mouse stolen it, they chuckled and wished me luck of finding it. I leaned on the railing overlooking the open ocean and thinking how to find it. It would not be a problem to get a new once was I made it back to the Bunker. I’d just tell the Order it was ‘stolen...’ for the fifth time. At the time Daniel had walked up. I asked “Have you happen to see a small pendant in the lower haul? It would have had an Aquarain Star, a six pointed star on one side.” She thought for a moment “It happens I have not yet seen anything like that, but I hear you think a mouse has stolen it. If so, might set a trap to catch the theft”. I stood there
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for moment thinking, “how in the world am I going to do that on this ship?”. “You look like a smart fellow, look for some small things lying about, just be sure to take care of it when you are done” She replayed as she walked away. After spending a few hours collecting items I made a very makeshift trap. With a simple stick, a small wooden box, a thin long piece of rope and a glass jar to put the prisoner in; even to me this was never going to work, but what else am I going to do for hours. Thinking what to use as bait, my leftovers came to mind. Propping the box up with the stick; tying the rope to the stick and setting a piece of bread under the box; I then setting in wait. Felt like hours had past, and I nodded off a few times. I was about to give up for the evening as my stomach was rumbling, when a small brown mouse slowly moved out from between the barrels of ale. My hands gripped the rope with anticipation as the mouse moved closer to the bread. As I pulled fast on the rope, a flash of blue hit the mouse as the box came down. Quickly racing to the box, as it rattled and cries of the small mouse squeaked out. With jar in hand and lifting the box up I slammed the jar down quickly. I took a deep breath in victory: I had actually caught something! Looking down I look next to the jar to see a dead mouse, “What was in the jar under my hand moving then”. Peering around my hand I saw a blue snake coiled up, did a snake sneak aboard the ship before leaving the West Indies? Then I saw it, it was no snake. The small creature had small set of wings. It was a dragon of all things. I hear tales that dragons would steel shiny items, but a real dragon?! I looked around thinking what to slide under the jar; remembering a small notebook in my vest pocket, taking it and sliding it under the jar. I rushed to the upper deck to show Daniel that it was no mouse, but ran into Elise first. “Look what I found below deck” I said proudly. “Oh you found your mou . . .” she stopped as she saw what I had in the jar and the look she gave me. I stepped back and with a galp in my throat the hit my stomach hard. She reached her arm out palm up, with her index and middle figure guesting to lift the jar. Shaking like a cold wet dog I slowing lifted the jar not knowing what was to come next. The small dragon shot from the jar over to Elise’s arm and them up her sleeve, popping out around her collar and resting around her neck. Before I could blink, the cold touch of blade’s tip was at my throat, “Dare you lay another filthy finger on my dragons and you will be losing them.” She walked up to the bridge to where Captain Wolf glaring down at me . I no longer knew if I had chance of making it home if I were to anger either of them again. Story Writen by Timber Gray Wolf, Edited by Elise W’nstrom, Created by the joined minds of the Silver Moon Crew