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.

When on land he can often been found in Brixham, England crossing swords with small pirates as he tries to impress the local wenches.

Why not join him for a treasure hunt or give him a soaking during soak the pirate events.

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 Captain Blood and Guts ship, The Black Parrot.

Cannon Balls Jesse, formerly Lilly James of Brixham, got her name after she was marooned on a deserted island during a storm in the Atlantic just north of the Azores.

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.

Eventually she was rescued by the dishy fishy tribe of the little known island in the South Atlantic of Jesse Jesse. She was taken in and eventually boarded a merchant ship bound for England.

She arrived back in Brixham at the end of the last century and immediately got back into her piracy habits after joining the Buccaneers.

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 our 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. The Sheik I was bought to 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.

My name is Calypso and I come from a family of Sea Gypsies. My ancestors had a camp on a tiny island called "Saboa" where I was born. They liked to touch land sometimes!

I was captured by a "slaver" when I was a young girl, the ship was heading for the "Americas", but a pirate ship `scuppered` their plans! and I became a Sea Gypsy-pirate.

For me "vittals" I dance for the pirates (Sea Gypsies make their way over the world dancing. Over the blue. dancing and collecting gold). On the pirate ship I have to dance for me supper too! We all share the gold so I work hard for the pirates.

They are the best at what they do. I would have liked to have a few more coins for me belt, but Pirates are me family now.....

Greenbeard is a famous Brixham Pirate, a truly nasty piece of work. His ship, the Black Mackeral, is shaped like a coffin and Greenbeard is clever as disguising himself to be as a little old lady or member of the Royal family. Unfortunately, he is blessed with enormous feet so it is fairly easy to penetrate his disguise. He loves jewellery and is very much a womaniser. He gets his name from his green whiskers, but from time to time he shaves them off to confuse people.

He is often to be seen on the Quay on Pirate Thursdays, and has been known to drag pretty young girls screaming with terror to his ship. However, he is terrified of reptiles, so if you are a pretty young girl and are planning to visit Brixham, it would be a good idea, for your personal safety, to bring a crocodile with you. Make sure that if you are booking accommodation in advance that you select an understanding landlady and don't forget that crocodiles don't like to go far, they prefer a short snappy walk, and that when reading them a bedtime story they like a really long tale.

Jack was born in Birmingham into a large family. His mother was a preacher's daughter and his father was a magistrate. He never got on with his father and was always rebellious when he was young. With one last argument at age 15 threatening his father, he was thrown out of the home. It was at this point that he found himself involved with a right band of undesirables. After a few months with them, he decided that they needed organising into a gang, and after much discussion and maneuvering on his part, he was elected to be their leader. Whenever anyone argued with his decisions, he would fix them with an icy stare. Jack has Grey/ Blue eyes which people said were like Iron or Steel. Those who were met by this Steely glare soon found themselves meeting unfortunate "accidents", though nothing could ever be pinned on him. This is how he came to be known as Steely Eyes Jack.

Then one day, He met a girl and fell in love with her. He wanted to marry her, but knew that he couldn't as he had not enough money, while she and her parents were well to do. He and his gang began a crime spree, but that landed them before the courts. Luckily for him, his father turned out to be the magistrate and so instead of the gallows, his gang and he were instead sent to the prison colonies. However, on the voyage, he managed to free himself and his gang as well as all the other prisoners. Swiftly, and in the dead of night, Jack and his gang overpowered the guards and took over the ship. But instead of killing everyone, he showed his softer side and gave them a choice to join him or be put ashore on the nearest island. A few did join him, but most opted to be put ashore.

He and his crew became very successful as Pirates and were soon very wealthy. By making sure all the spoils were shared equally among the crew, he managed to ensure no mutiny would occur. However, those who angered him and received his famous steely glare, knew they were in trouble! After some years, he met up with Captain Blood 'n' Guts and they made a pact to share all they plundered. Even to this day, you can still see them together when they come to Brixham. Jack never saw his true love again, but he always kept her locket close to him.

I was born in Essex in 1780 in a village called Wickford, and was one of seven children, six of whom were boys. Not being a boy I was a big disappointment to my father who used to beat me. So at the age of ten, in the year of 1790, I dressed up as a boy and ran away to sea on a sailing ship from Benfleet in Essex. Posing as a boy I served on various vessels as a cabin boy for several years, scrubbing decks, peeling potatoes, washing clothes and the like. When not on duty I spent a good deal of time up the main mast in the "crows nest" so as to get some privacy from the other crew members. As I grew up I became an experienced seaman but it was increasingly difficult to keep up my disguise as a man. I had to wrap up my bosom tightly in bandages which was very uncomfortable.

One night after serving at sea for many years, I was in my customary place, resting up the main mast in the "crows nest" when a mighty storm blew up. The ship was wrecked and I ended up as the sole survivor, in the sea tangled up in the remains of the mast and rigging, fighting to get my breath and save my life. Eventually I lost consciousness but came round some time later to find that I was still alive, clinging to what remained of the mast and rigging from the shipwreck. I managed to survive, without food, on water alone, which I was able to collect by draining rainwater from a rag of sail which fortunately remained attached to the rigging. It was a very small amount of water, barely enough to survive. I knew that on no account must I drink sea water as that would finish me off.

I think it must have been some seventeen days or more days that I floated there, still clinging to the wreckage, and I had almost given up hope of surviving when I was lucky enough to be picked up by a ship bound for Jamaica. At first I thought the ship was a normal merchantman, but I soon discovered that there was nothing normal about this boat. In fact she was a pirate vessel fresh out of Brixham, Bound for the warm waters of the West Indies and the Caribbean looking for plunder and booty in those rich trade routes.

On board the pirate vessel I met and was befriended by a seaman named Pete Maloney, the ships cook. He took me under his protection. When he discovered I was not a man he kept my secret as seamen though it was bad luck to have a female on board ship. After spending a year or so in the Caribbean, the ship and crew set sail back to Brixham in Devon, England, heavily loaded with gold, precious stones and other plunder. Fortunately the crew still accepted me as a man, otherwise they would probably have made me "walk the plank" to drown.

Back in Brixham the crew shared out the plunder. Some were sensible and went back to their homes, relatively rich men, but others spent their money drinking grog and wenching in the local grog shops. Whilst this was going on Pete and I crept away with our share of the takings and were quietly married in the nearby parish church. Pete vowed to give up piracy and with his money purchased a share in a Brixham sailing trawler. On fishing trips I often went out with him and helped to clean and gut the fish ready for the market. That is how I got the name "GUT- OUT LIL". I had adopted the name Lillian in place of my former cabin boy name Will.

Sadly, after many happy years together Pete went to sea without me and his boat never came back. Not a day goes by when I don`t look through my telescope out to sea, hoping to catch sight of Pete`s sails coming home again, but there has been no sign of him for a long time. I can but believe that he is in the seaman`s heaven known to sailors of old as "Fiddler`s Green".

Because of my own unhappy childhood I have a soft heart for children. If I see a child in need I will often give them a doubloon (piece of gold)