“The Initiation”

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In a land, far away, in a time even further than that; there was a tall, shamelessly charming pirate--with a glistening head-- that got bitten by the “Cordon Bleu” bug. O’ how ye loved to entertain, cook, and feed the masses. Morning, noon, and by night; he’d be at the open food forge concocting the next creme of de la creme to surpass the last.

This charming pirate – with the glistening head – met this wildly witty, well endowed, “Charmer” in her own right. The “Charmer” as she will be known from now til next, quickly noticed he was quite the grilling culinarian. 

The “Charmer” wanted to give him a special gift to celebrate the 27thanniversary, of the 20th full turn the moon did around the blue planet, for him; so, she got her needles and thread together to sew a fabulous chef’s frock out of smooth, strong, tablecloths. These distinguished cloths were pilfered from a rain forest village, which encompassed a great deal of the new-world, called the “Amazon”.

Luckily, she processed a sorceress like skill at thread embellishment. She added his name to the frock, with a title that would bolster any ego, and presented to him with a head piece of the same accord.

The shamelessly charming pirate – with the glistening head – adored the adornments so much that soon he began to only want to shower her with what he was cooking up.

The Shamelessly Charming Pirate-with the glistening head- was the Quartermaster of a vast, yet small, crew. This crew had a fiery first-mate, a Puerto Rican Prince who was persuaded by the “booty” to embark on a less than noble profession, as a pirate. This Princely Pirate, had quickly escaped a foreign land when he pilfered a King’s “booty”; a beautiful lady in waiting. Blonde and buxom; she possessed an intuitive incite; she was a “Visionary”. As such she was able to see her future was with the Princely Pirate and the crew. 

The Princely Pirate and the Visionary, knew they had had some spicey, seductive side dishes they could sauce-up to spruce the dinners by the seashores as they camped; so, they began to step into roles of serious significance around the food forge with the Shamelessly Charming Pirate—with the glistening head-- and the Charmer.

The Charmer knew that these two were the answer to her prayers; as the Shamelessly Charming Pirate-with the glistening head- began to embark on adventures that took him away from the food forge, on occasion. So, once again, she pulled out table tapestries from the rainforest of the Amazon, and patterned away, embellishing their culinary coats with titles befitting their high ranking stations.

Faster than a dragon could taste his crunchy meddling prey with Ketchup; they were “The First Four” of what would be known as the “Galley Gang”. 

By way of the sea, spread the rumor of the “First Four” and the fantastic feasts they were forging. Privateers from far and wide began to pack their “booty’s” and head toward to the peninsula procured and protected by this crew.  

Quicker than a Quaker had his face on oatmeal; two more joined the galley, a real “asshole” and his benefactor, a “Raven”.  The feasts of the first four had been fined tuned like a fine wine.

Alas a thrusty threesome of marine marauders, comes ashore. These three sailed the high-seas with tides of turbulence from the sky above. The first being of muscular stature and strong but silent nature. The second, like a raven rabbit would be, and the third, a kind pirate princess with a propensity to provide a piece of her mind if provoked.

They wanted to commandeer the cooking court for their own food course selections; the day ending the week of Saturday and beginning the week of Monday, to which we call Sunday.  And so, they did….  

Silent pirate was a master of cooking marauders; the would be raven rabbit was a flap-jack flipper and poacher of the eggs of the golden goose; and pirate princess made for a sexy side hostess providing sous-support for them all.  Relieving the first four to pillage, plunder, and pilfer from “Father Time’s” friend, “Mr. Sandman”.

Again, the Charmer recognized the significance of this turn of events, once more pulling from her lessening pile of fine textiles for making distinguished food fixer frocks and embellishing them with titles proving their positions of rank.

The “Galley Gang”, now established, had a greater number of pillaging plunders that came to crack crackers, with one another.  Knowing that the life a of sea thief can be short, apprentici (a-print-a-cy) had to be conscripted into life as “Chow Seaman in Training”; to ensure this legacy for the crew will last. 

Our first apprentici, were a “Meat Smoking, Slab-Patting” pirate and his mistress, secretly a “Countess” who laid bare all her assets to this pirate that would steal her booty. After there brief encounter in the waters of blue, they ran away together to live the life of sea-thieves; both possessing a unique ability to prepare greatness on the food forge. The Asshole and Raven have been lost at sea; so, the “Meat Smoking, Slab-Patting” pirate and the “Countess” were moved up the ranks to official Galley Gang positions.

It’s a Siren to Sea Devils who’s sensuous songs of love and woe got her snatched from a port in Rome; now stolen from her past, she learns the ropes, weathering the storms of a ships hungry cast. One other taken in the dead of night, a druid by nature with no freight, now assimilates to a routine of cooking for those with a nefarious gleem.

Who will be next to be pressed into the life of “Chow Seaman In Training”?

While most are recruited, plank walked or looted; one such pirate is here just to "do it".  Tall and strong, it didn’t take long, for us to find him dancing around nor realize he can't stop making sound. Talk to much he might; we can still use him when we fight.

Stowed away he did to be on our ship; now he is made to work and they won’t let him quit. Although, not official, he’ll will never receive a dismissal.  

Whilst the Galley Gang prided themselves on the mesquite whittles to make the best fiddles in the food forge; they decided to put those kibbles to the ultimate test. They stormed the palace of the mightiest king in Europe and kidnapped his “Royal Food Taster”. 

In keeping with all of the noble food tasters before her, this sensory scientist had an extraordinary pallet for gourmet cuisine. She chomped her way into the most precarious yet prestigious position in the finished food isle and committed to a life of serving sea surfs with her great skill. 

Nearing the last of the fine tapestry, the Charmer fashioned yet another cuisine inspired covering for this official new cooking companion.

This shall for now and til the end be an ever changing play; as it is lives, just like the pirates in this story. Ye can see for ye self, every day the cannons blasts; and sometimes, places in between those days and the others, we arrr here to last.