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Born
a long time ago in the far distant past, the captain is
known to have been involved in things such as smuggling, womanising,
causing
great mischief on the high seas and even dabbled in politics for a
time. (The
involvement in politics led naturally to a career in piracy).
He spent a period of time in the Caribbean especially around the Dominican Republic cruising the islands terrorising the locals with bad jokes and even worse singing.
The Captain gained the name from his habit of spilling his guts whenever he sees any blood. Although he would have you believe it was through his sword fighting skills and how many ships he boarded during his many (often imagined) adventures.
Why not join him for a treasure hunt or give him a soaking during soak the pirate events.
Cannon Balls Jesse
After stowing away on a ship bound for the West Indies in search of a more exciting life, she was discovered when pirates took the vessel. Rather than walk the plank she opted to join the scurvy screw aboard Captains Blood and Guts ship The Black Parrot.
Most of her crew and captain were lost but she survived. She learned to fish by throwing cannonballs at the fish whilst balancing precariously on one leg on rocks high above the sea. However for the first few weeks she nearly starved to death as the only thing she succeeded in doing was giving the fish a few headaches rather than stunning them, as was her intention.
I was born, the youngest of 22 to a poor family in Dawlish, Devon in 1620. My full name is Donald Harrington Moustache and my father Ginger Moustache was a distant relative of the pirate Blackbeard.
A terrible disaster occurred when I was 12. A freak wave breached the sea wall and engulfed out house. I was attending a massive music event in Newton Poppleford at the time and returned home to find my entire family had drowned. this affected me greatly and began my love/ hate relationship with the ocean.
I ran away to sea and gave my name as No Ties Don but the skipper misheard me and ever since that day i have been known as No Eyes Ron.
I became a much feared pirate. just a glimpse of my massive frame and long straggly ginger hair was enough to make hardened sailors commit suicide.
I sired a large family, so much so that nowadays there is a Moustache in practically every village in the land. Come to Brixham and - if you are brave enough - venture up Bolton Street to David's Health Food Shop. Here is where you will find one such specimen - a brute of a man with a fearsome scowl and a blood curdling chuckle. He will try to sell you all manner of things - do not resist as he has a frightening array of plastic guns and plastic cutlasses and will have no hesitation in using them to clinch a sale! You have been warned!
Glass-eyes Gibson a.k.a. Peru Pete (due to a prediliction for using the pre-sacrificial crystal earrings of Peruvian llamas as eyes following the loss of his own sight due to an erroneously executed "eye-ball and pasta" recipe) is mostly to be found exercising his crystal gazing in Brix-boox, the town bookshop, poring over old charts and documents in his endless search for a source of new eyes.
Born 1827 of Batavian twins Lavinia & Thamsin Archibald, and Hengist "three-legs" Havelock in the seaweed mining community of Slipshod, Uzbekistan, Gibson first came to fame for his single-handed assault on the Turkmenistan vessels plying the arid Kara-Kum desert. With his great haul of dried grape skins he made his escape to Turkey via the Caspian sea on a raft of hand-crafted Yak butter and by the time he arrived in the Mediterranean his sailing and navigational skills were second to none. His reputation as a merciless pirate was indelibly imprinted in the annals of modern history following his 80-year career pillaging the cities and ships of the northern Med and his singular habit of suffocating victims with grape skin pillowslips.
Arriving in Lyme Bay in the early 1930's Gibson at first pursued a peaceable and largely legal second career in the bespoke lobster-pot industry. However WW2, the demise of the British fishing industry and the collapse of dried grape skins futures market (at that time one of the preferred PPP's) cruelly thwarted his plans for a quiet retirement and Gibson was forced to revert to his old ways of terrorising tourists and suffocating victims with his considerable stocks of, now worthless, dried grape skins.
His feared ship the "Black Grape" is usually anchored in the lee of Thatcher Rock in order to evade the notice of the excise-men, but also to afford ready access to the Torquay clubs and beaches with their vast reserves of grockle cash and bling offering tempting work for bold (if somewhat ancient) pirates.
As a babe, I was saved from a wreck off Berry Head and brought up by a farmer and his wife. They always said that although I loved cowtown and the farm, the sea was my joy. When I was 14 I dressed as a boy and went down to fishtown and got hired on a ship, a fine merchant man - and that was my first trip.
After many adventures - by pirates we were siezed. I was sold at market and became most prized as I revealed that I was a girl. Bu the Sheik I was bought and lived in his harem, as one of his wives. Life wasn't too fraught! They taught me to Belly Dance - we didn't really have much else to do all day.
It got so boring that I persuaded them to run away. we escaped one dark night and captured a boat. We sailed the high seas, the only girl pirates afloat. After much excitement, we came home to the bay. We all married fisherman, but this I will say - If you come to Brixham on a Thursday in Summer, there you might catch me, the Pirate Queen, telling a rhyme on the Quay - or even Belly Dancing in the afternoon. What fun! Come and join in and you can enjoy the sea and the sun.