I don’t have a smart phone, so I guess I’m out of luck. I buy my phones for their milspec rating – mine is clear for vibration, dust, and impact. No dice on the moisture, though, which rather sucks for a pirate. But I couldn’t afford the phone you submerge. Plus, it was about the size of a submarine and looked ridiculous in my pocket on my belt. Click “read more” to see an additional video illustrating how this four-way war got started. Apparently, it was all the pirates’ fault. Figures.

Saturday morning concluded with a parade and pirate battle. This is a shot of Team Edward facing off against Team Jacob. It was messy.

While the St. Augustine Pirate Gathering is itself a two day festival held in a park just off-side from the historic district, things began semi-officially on Friday evening with a pub crawl through the taverns of the Spanish Quarter. I arrived just in time, but neglected to grab my camera and therefore don’t have pictures of the hordes of pirate-garbed crawlers. It’s a shame, too, because the sheer mass of pirates defies words, and indeed seemed to go on forever – a couple of hundred scoundrels, I would venture. I tagged along to the first bar, which was woefully unprepared for such an influx of pirates, although they did their level best. So too did the bar’s distinctly non-pirate singer, who made every effort to start throwing some “yarrrs” into his songs, much to the delight of his new, heavily armed audience. It was shaping up to be a fine start to the weekend, but being as I’d only just arrived I opted to cut my own participation short and call it a night.

Saturday morning saw the festival grounds fully decorated, and vendors making their last minute preparations. As the Festival DJ, I was stationed near the entrance so as to keep the pirate tunes flowing throughout the day. I did, however, manage to sneak away now and then (otherwise, how could I talk about the festival, eh?) The grounds were primarily taken up by vendors. A few were friends I’ve known from other festivals – No Quarter Given was there, promoting their new book The Book of Pirates. Tiger Lee of Hot Pirate Babes and Pirate Fashions N Fotos was selling garb and calendars, along with his lovely associate Caribbean Pearl. And then we had Robin St. Graves of “Acts of Piracy” selling his own swords, belt buckles, and other piratey bronzework. There were also many other vendors, with goods ranging from tropical signage to pirate and colonial miscellany (telescopes, keys, dining ware, etc.) The shopping was actually quite decent, and whether you were looking to get a start on a properly historical pirate ensemble, or to acquire a new leather cat-o-nine tails, there was plenty to choose from.

Before you criticize these nuns for smoking cigarettes, bear in mind it's only because they'd run out of cigars.

The far end of the festival held the beer tent, with entertainment throughout the day by The Brigands, Rusty Cutlass, and Nun for the Road (that’s right, a comedy group of singing nuns.) Nuns don’t often come to mind when I think of likely pirate entertainment, but in a town with such strong Spanish-Catholic roots as St. Augustine they seemed remarkably appropriate. The beer tent was also the location of the festival’s costume contests, raffles, and other goings on. However, entertainment could also be found elsewhere on the grounds, with Faire Wynds wowing the crowd with everything from magic to “singing” wine glasses, and For Love or Money bringing their sea music to any and every corner of the festival now and again. There were also performers from Pirates Dinner Adventure, who not only brought their skills at entertaining crowds, but also their own mobile pirate ship (actually, several folks brought their own ships to this festival. Why don’t *I* have a pirate ship on wheels to take with me? Oh yeah, I’m in Wisconsin ) And I’d be remiss if I didn’t also mention the festival’s “surprise” entertainer, Skip Henderson, who popped in unexpectedly, ready to share his classic sea shanties everywhere from the No Quarter Given booth to my own DJ booth – definitely an unexpected treat.

The crew from Pirates Dinner Adventure strut their stuff from the deck of their mobile pirate ship. Yeah, most ships are mobile, but this one travels on land. Like a land boat. Yar.

Saturday’s crowds started slowly, but quickly picked up numbers as noon rolled around, and the festival spent the better part of the day truly bustling. Saturday evening, however, saw the public depart and make way for the Buccaneer’s Bash, thus allowing us pirates to be amongst our own. Dinner was catered, and although some last-minute difficulties saw it be a little later than expected, the meal of pork, corn, and potatoes seemed quite appropriate for a bunch of hungry pirates. Entertainment was again provided by The Brigands, who were finally able to let loose some of their ‘A’ material (meaning not family appropriate), along with Nun For the Road. Also in attendance was the St. Augustine Royal Family who, as I understand it, can indeed trace their roots to Spanish nobility. They were scheduled to give out Letters of Marque that night, but I somehow missed this part of the festivities – maybe I was too deep in my cups at that point, or maybe it happened before I arrived. Either way, I missed it, and therefore can assure my dear readers that I have NOT been granted a letter of Marque, and am indeed still a free and independent pirate

The Bash concluded with more music from the Brigands, and some increasingly raucous dancing amongst the brethren. At the Bash’s conclusion, several of us swung by Tiger Lee’s Pirate Fashons Shop/Studio for a quick tour (a definite MUST SEE if you’re in the area), and then on to the pirate encampment a short walk away where the debauchery continued ’til the wee hours.

There was plenty to drink aboard the Black Raven, but not much to eat. Caribbean Pearl remembered her zombie training though and feasted on Spike's BRAINS.

Sunday the festival began much like Saturday had, albeit with most pirates boasting a little less spring in their step. The sunny weather and fresh-faced patrons soon wiped away any option of napping the day away, though, and before long things were again in full swing. Sunday afternoon things wound down, with several of the vendors packing up a bit earlier than would seem proper, getting ready to bug out at the festival’s conclusion. However, thanks to Captain Mayhem of The Black Raven, hardcore pirate enthusiasts had the chance to make one last go of things with an evening pirate cruise. Mayhem, Blackbeard and company played host to the mostly pirate audience (with a few civilians who seemed unsure of being so wildly outnumbered), entertaining us with magic, jokes, songs, and frequent encouragement to visit the bar. It was an excellent way to conclude the weekend, and if they make the cruise an annual event I’d highly encourage any and all pirates to join in.

The St. Augustine Pirate Gathering definitely has a good thing going. They have incredibly support from local pirates, a great location, and some fine entertainment. I had a great time DJing the entrance, which was the first time I’d been used in such an ongoing, “background” sort of capacity, but thanks to frequent visitors from listeners the days really flew by. And the evenings – well, those are the parts of any festival that make it truly worthwhile for the diehard pirates, and the Gathering provided three very memorable evenings all in a row!

The Brigands, surprisingly, CAN do a family friendly show (when properly bribed).

The beautiful thing about hosting a pirate festival at a museum is that it’s already largely predecorated. Actually, that only works if it’s the right sort of museum – Burlingame Museum of Pez Memorabilia, for example, might be a poor fit. But the National Civil War Naval Museum provided a splendid backdrop for 2010 Southern Pirate Festival, which their website accurately described as “One Day of Family Fun & History” followed by “One Night of Debauchery.” Truly, something for everyone!

This festival had monkeys! Seriously, monkeys!!!

While performers, reenactors, and other participants in the festival began to filter in (and hit the rum) throughout Friday night, The Southern Pirate Festival this year was constrained to a single day. Beginning gently on Saturday morning, patrons were quickly drawn to the vast assortment of goings on in the field behind the museum (indeed, those of us inside saw nary a soul for this first while.) The outside of the museum consisted of a pirate encampment complete with weapons demonstrations, historical education, and of course vendors selling everything from swords to mugs to Hot Pirate Babe Calendars (available for purchase directly from calendar photographer Tiger Lee and the lovely Caribbean Pearl.) Cannon’s were also fired sporadically, which surely woke up any sleeping populace for miles around (Civil war cannons being a good deal larger than the smaller, Golden Age many of us are accustomed to.) There were also a couple of pirate invasions, which I sadly missed as I was distracted elsewhere, largely with my DJ duties inside the museum.

For those unaware, the Civil War Museum isn’t so much a collection of displayed goodies as a recreation of the era’s dockside experience. Indeed, one entire room is meant to recreate exactly that – a civil war dock complete with water, sky, and a docked battleship. And while the ship in question is an 1800′s ironside rather than a 1700′s trimasted spanish galleon, it would be the poor sport that saw fit to complain. Other parts of the museum mimic the belowdecks of a ship – crew quarters, captain cabin and the like. And then, of course, is the main stage which bears a striking resemblance to the deck of the USS Monitor – my home for much of the day (family fun) and evening (debauchery).

Billy Bones instructing a younker on how to strike a piratey pose.

Festival entertainment could be found throughout the day on the main stage, as well as an outdoor stage on the festival grounds and other select locations within the museum. The Brigands cranked out several shows, sharing a quasi-period, irreverent take on pirate and shanty tunes. Willoughby Caught took what on the surface seemed a gentler approach, although careful listeners would be aware that her music isn’t always as tame as it might appear on the surface. Billy Bone’s Pirate School was a new one by me – but his witty banter and easy way on the stage made him an instant hit with the children and their parents alike.

The Undead Buccaneer's Ball had many a spooky pirate. And booze.

The daytime activities were plenty fun, but as is often the case, it was in the evening that the public bowed out, and the pirates could properly party amongst themselves. The Undead Buccaneers Ball featured dinner, drinks, and dancing. The main stage was shared again by The Brigands, Willoughby Caught, and myself. The schedule was a bit overbooked and a tad chaotic, but everyone managed to have a great time, complete with costume contests, announcements and honors, and even some impromptu poetry from Billy Bones. I myself was able to play some extremely varied DJ sets, including a segment of pirate house paired against some more “traditional” pirate-core.

Willoughby Caught sings along to her own music while DJ Bilgemunky gets his groove on.

The Southern Pirate Festival was a fantastic day. Local public and pirates alike shouldn’t hesitate to attend next year. Long distance pirates would also do well to keep this one in their sites – the small vending area and one-day format might prove a bit small to justify a longer journey, but the right elements are all in place, and there’s already talk of expanding for 2011!

The con was held at the Mariott in Denver. A swanky enough hotel, with a surprisingly friendly and accomodating staff considering the nature of their unwashed tennants and convention goers. For the purpose of the con a wing of the hotel was reserved – vendors were lined up in the hallway making for a slightly cramped (but not overly so) shopping experience. Wares included many piratey odds and ends – jewelry, replica weapons, jolly-roger novelties, and so forth. Larger scale clothing items weren’t much represented, although one vendor did have some pretty swanky straw pirate hats (I forgot to get a card, but I’m mighty suspicious it was these folks.) The festivities opened at 12 p.m. (ish), with myelf and Captain Jack McCool providing some opening statements to put everyone in a piratey frame of mind (not that most needed any help with that.) Once the convention was started off proper, the afternoon became a blur of pirate activity. No fewer than 12 pirate forums/seminars were in the offering, with subjects ranging from pirate myths to lady pirate attire and voodoo. My own two forums, A Crew Full of Jacks: The Pros and Cons of Disney’s Influence on Pirate Culture and A Clean Pirate is a Sissy Pirate: Words of Wisdom Before Beating the Crap Out of Your Pirate Wardrobe went very well, although Crew Full of Jacks proved surprsingly shifty to stay on course (I should have brought a compass.)

For those in a less scholarly frame of mind, the Tortuga Tavern and adjoining activity room offered the chance to drink and hang out with fellow pirates, as well as participate in a trournament of Liar’s Dice and a shanty sing. Or for those wishing to truly veg, the ConSuite no only made available a host of munchies, but also various pirate films screening throughout the day.

A busy afternoon having come and gone, the evening was highlighted with the Undead Buccaneer Bash. Dinner was served in the hotel ballroom, featuring a selection of jerk chicken or mahi tuna, along with coconut rice and fried plantains (a very suitable meal for any pirate. ‘Cept the veggie pirates, I suppose. Lucky for them rum is vegan.) Entertainment was first provided by Mondragon, who’s celtic/folk music encompassed a healthy dose of maritime and drinking songs. Next up was Pandora Celtica, who took a somewhat more humorous, offbeat approach to their a cappella performance. These first two acts were very fun – a bit on the well polished, Ren-faire side of pirateyness, but still quite good. Third up was my own self at the DJ booth, bringing my best dose of whole-hearted “pirate” to the equation, entertaining requests for Alestorm, Pirates Charles, and a sizeable selection of pirate electonica dance. Widow’s Bane concluded the musical entertainment with their unique undead-hobo-folk songs – very few of which were overtly piratey, but certainly in keeping with the pirate (and of course, undead) spirit of the Bash. Aside from food and music, the Buccaneer Bash also featured a costume contest (with awards for general and undead pirates), as well as the conclusion of an all-day competion for the Convention’s King/Queen (the competion being comprised of soliciting donations for charity.)

BrethrenCon 2010 definitely made for a very compact day – my greatest complaint is that I couldn’t be in two (or three or four) places at once, as there was just so much going on (which is always a good sign.) While its single day format and mostly local musical talent might not yet make this convention the “must attend” event for pirates nationwide, I think it’s definitely one to watch. Colorado pirates should certainly rejoice at having such a fantastic convention at their own doorstep, while long distance pirates should pay close attention lest miss out on Denver’s transition into a new pirate haven.

Liverpool Daily Post – News – Liverpool News – Mersey Pirate Muster brings 4000 pirates to Liverpool waterfront

I only have two questions, though. 1) What was San Fransisco based pirate-band There Be Pirates doing helping England trounce their own hometown’s recent record? One could almost accuse them of acting like, well, like pirates. OK, so no real news there. But 2) and FAR more important, with so many thousands of pirates in the US and UK alike, why aren’t more of them tuning into Bilgemunky Radio each week? Seriously, forget eyepatches and peglegs – if they’re not Bilgemunky fans, then they’re just posers.

BUT, we also now have some shots of Blackbeard’s Ship, the Queen Anne’s Revenge. And I’ll be honest, it’s good to see a “real” pirate ship after two films of The Flying Dutchman and it’s ghostly “I just made out with a sea slug” look. So check it out:

Although there’s surely no historical evidence to back it up, the devil-skeleton figurehead is a fine touch as it nicely captures the tone of Blackbeard’s famous flag. What, you can’t see it in the above shot? Quit complaining and just click the link below for more.

Pirates of the Caribbean 4 Blackbeard’s Ship Spotted | TheHDRoom

Seriously, how could you NOT want to party with these folks? You're buying the first round. Photo by Poppa Ratsey, without whom none of us would remember anything about most of these events.

The festivities began “unofficially” on Friday night with the Order of Leviathan Devil’s Dozen Induction Ceremony, which I’ve already discussed extensively. It was a fine, fun time, and an excellent way to start the weekend. Immediately following was Swashbuckler Soiree, only a few blocks away. Where the Induction Ceremony was strictly a pirate audience, the Soiree was a mix of pirates and non-pirates, although most of the non-pirates still did their level best to look pirate-party-appropriate. Local restaurants provided an excellent assortment of food, and music by The Brigands and Inishowen added to the festive atmosphere (The Brigands are a band that I’ve actually played on Bilgemunky Radio for some years now, but I gotta say that if you’ve never seen them live, you’re missing half the fun – no CD can capture the energy of their live performance). While the Soiree lacked the Induction’s exclusive pirate atmosphere, it did allow for a more casual opportunity to meet up with friends before the festival began “in earnest” the following morning.

Being a privateer day, Saturday was the true bulk of the scheduled events. 30 or so vendors were set up in the town square, while the HMS Bounty and the Pride of Baltimore were docked alongside. Two outdoor stages hosted a range of entertainers, including The Brigands, Captain Thomas Flint, the Valhalla Pirates, and some Q&A time with Vince Lozano and Treva Etienne of Pirates of the Caribbean. There was also a first-rate historical encampment, although it was just removed enough from the casual line-of-sight that I worry not all patrons knew to visit it.

As festivals go, Fell’s Point is decent. The vendors were sadly lacking for anyone with much experience in the pirate circuit, being mostly geared to the local family sort of shopper (inflatable swords, scented candles – that sort of thing.) There were a few exceptions worth note, including the Pirates Magazine Booth which featured the wares of several worthy pirate artisans (Baltimore Knife & Sword, Quicksilver’s Pirate Pots, No Quarter Given, etc.) However, what the festival grounds might have lacked, the simple magic of having a few hundred pirates in a waterfront town with a large number of local watering holes more than made up for. Drinking rum all day is great fun, but even more-so when done alongside other piratey sorts that you haven’t seen in years, or are only meeting for the first time.

Bilgemunky and Treva, after a few too many. Photo credit to Kendra Guffey, who likely hoped to extract some sort of blackmail.

Daytime festivities were largely drawn to a close by a ship-to-ship battle between the Bounty and the Baltimore. Being as I was crewing the Baltimore, I can’t say how the skirmish looked from ashore (but I imagine it looked like we pirates handed the navy their royal buttocks on a platter.) Upon docking, precious little time remained to scrounge up some dinner before the evening Pub Crawl began in force. According to the schedule, no less than 17 local bars were participating with drink specials – many of them involving Pussers and Goslings (two of my all-time favorite rums.) The crawl had no central leadership or structure, so pirates were left to wander from bar-to-bar as they saw fit – my own group hit maybe three or four before we began to wonder where the evening had gone, and found ourselves merging with other folks in the middle of the town square to finish off the night (and our bottles) with pirate song, random chatter, and candid pictures that will surely haunt us for the rest of our days.

Fell’s Point Privateer Day (Weekend) was indeed a blast, although I’m unclear as to where the official Festival ended and the Pirates Magazine/Order of Leviathan supplemental events began. For the purposes of 2010 one could merge into the next and it would hardly matter. But last I heard, the Order of Leviathan may well migrate between events for future Induction Ceremonies, and this could spell the difference as to whether Fell’s Point is a must-hit event for the long distance traveller. It was indeed the day and a half of partying that made the weekend so grand, and might well be lacking should Pirates Mag and Leviathan turn their attentions elsewhere in 2011. Or perhaps not, if Fell’s Point manages to expand their format on their own.

Whatever the case, Fell’s Point is definitely one to watch – 2010 was overflowing with piracy, rum, and great times, and it will be worth monitoring how 2011 shapes up over the coming year!

And you thought George Lucas had a knack for violating your inner child. It seems he’s a saint next to the mouse. There’s a chance this is all a joke, but Disney has hardly earned my benefit of the doubt in such matters.

You better not pout – MiceAge.com.

Curses to Scarlett Harlott, who made me aware of this article and thus depriving me of sleep for the next week or two.

The ceremony was held at Slainte Irish Pub in Fell’s Point, a reasonably sized venue, but still only just-this-side of big enough to accommodate the hordes of pirates in attendance. Pirates from around the country swarmed the bar, most dressed in the best of pirate finery. Surely the Devil’s Dozen Ceremony was the primary draw, but that the whole event was sponsored by Pusser’s Rum certainly didn’t hurt either (and a big hand for Pusser’s – very few pirate events are sponsored by a *true* rum!) The evening’s Master of Ceremonies was José Menendez, who did a fine job keeping the affair entertaining. First introducing Talderoy to present the concept of the Order of Leviathan to the attendees, he then introduced the twelve inductees themselves. The night’s honorees indeed lived up to the concept of “accomplished” pirates, including Cascabel (legendary black powder guru), Stynky (proprietor of The Pyracy Pub), Jeff MacKay (look up – there’s an even chance you’re wearing one of his fine hats right now), Michael MacLeod (of No Quarter Given) and many others of equal note and/or notoriety. Each in turn was invited up, presented with their own custom Order of Leviathan Ring (courtesy of Skinny Dog Designs and Talderoy), as well as a “warning shot” ceramic rum cup, complete with their name emblazoned on the side (courtesy of Quicksilver’s Pirate Pots). Prior to taking their seats again, each new member of the Order was asked to speak the name of their own nominee for the night’s wildcard event – the selection of a 13th member of the Devil’s Dozen, who could be chosen by the inductees from any pirate present.

Once all twelve members had been duly recognized, it was time to narrow down the 13th nominees. While longtime pirate reenactor/performer (and member of the original 24 nominees) Braze held a clear majority of the nominations, the process set in place also required a tossing of the dice, so as to level the playing field. It was a well-intended concept, but soon led to a surprise upset as a lucky roll saw underdog Jewels (of the Lucky 13) win the 13th spot. This left the clear favorite of the initial dozen with little choice but to step aside and hope for better luck next year. Or so it would have been, save that the Dozen then voted unanimously, on the spot, to induct Braze as their peer anyway, thus making the founding year’s Devil’s Dozen chime in at an even 14.

While I fully understand the Devil’s Dozen wishing to see their desire for Braze’s induction honored, this last minute shift in procedure did strike some of us in the audience as rather arbitrary. After all, is the Order of Leviathan to be an organization whose membership is selected by the pirate community at large by set rules, or will the process shift with the whims of the Order? I think it a valid question, but in all fairness not one of the voting members had been in the Order for more than ten minutes at this point. Combine this with the fact that the Order itself is too new to have any established precedents or bylaws, and it’s easy enough to view this as simply a well intended if somewhat awkward effort to fine-tune the induction process midstream. Hopefully the process will be more refined by the time the 2011 Ceremony is upon us.

Braze, as the final inductee for the night, was presented with a ring (quietly contributed by another Order of Leviathan member) and a “warning shot” from Quicksilver (who had rather fortuitously made mugs for all 24 original nominees.) Inductions completed, the next order of business was for each of the “Dozen” to take turns at dice to determine who would win one of two highly enviable custom-made cutlasses, one contributed by Sword&Stone, and the other from Baltimore Knife and Sword. While surely engaging for the participants, it was here that the audience began to turn a bit less towards the ceremony, and a bit more towards the party at the bar. I don’t think it was that the audience wasn’t interested, but rather that – short of a jumbo-tron – watching folks roll dice from afar is a tad difficult to follow. But chock it up to the resiliency of a great party, the easy-going nature of pirates, or the magic of abundant supplies of Pusser’s Rum, no one seemed to mind making their own fun while the Dozen duked it out.

Once the two swords had been won by their *very* happy new owners, the final event of the night was the presentation of the Pirates Magazine 2010 Pirate of the Year Award. The honor of presenting the award fell (rather suddenly and unexpectedly) to me. Sadly, by this point of the evening things were running behind and this final presentation was little more than an aside before the cake cutting. As such, Pirate of the Year Tony Swatton didn’t receive the stage time or the recognition he deserved. The audience was left with no real grasp of the criteria associated with being selected as Pirate of the Year, or of the many fine works Swatton has done that make him such a worthy recipient (but I imagine this will be duly remedied in an upcoming issue of Pirates Magazine.)

The event was capped off by the cake cutting – a rather impromptu affair as by this point the many pirates in attendance had begun to exercise their restless nature. The cake itself was a splendid thing – a treasure chest overflowing with weapons and doubloons, all made from some sort of candy material that proved surprisingly resistant to cutting (even against the sword of Talderoy, who lent me his blade for just this purpose.)

All told, this first Devil’s Dozen Ceremony was a distinct success. There were a few hiccups in the presentation itself that may have made it difficult for the audience to engage in the ceremony as fully as they otherwise might have, but this was counterbalanced by the overall fun of the event, which is really the key feature at most any pirate gathering. It’s my understanding that, even as I write this, names are already being considered for the 24 nominations for the 2011 Devil’s Dozen, and I’m definitely looking forward to seeing how this second year develops, as well as how the Order of Leviathan grows into itself over this coming year!

• Eddie Applegate – The Patty Duke Show, Gunsmoke, & Exorcism
• Stacy Burke – Playboy Playmate & The Girls Next Door
• Terrell Clayton – Spider-Man 3, Six Feet Under, Lakeview Terrace, & Dragonfly
• Ed Gale – Howard The Duck, Child’s Play, Spaceballs, Phantasm 2, Bill And Ted’s Bogus Journey, Demon Island, Weird Science & Land Of The Lost
• Kathy Garver – Family Affair, Spider-Man And His Amazing Friends, & The Princess Diaries
• Donald Glut – Author of Star Wars The Empire Strikes Back, Masters Of The Universe, He-Man (TV Series), The Frankenstein Files, Carnosaur, also starred in King Kong.
• Ron Lester – Not Another Teen Movie, Varsity Blues, Good Burger, & Popular
• Patrick Muldoon – Starship Troopers, Stigmata, Wicked, & Melrose Place
• Lorielle New – Grindhouse, Postal, Dead Doll, & The Pitt And The Pendulum
• Robert Rasner – Saved By The Bell, The Cable Guy, & Thr3e (He also performs magic tricks for fans at his table)
• Jennifer Rhodes – Charmed, Heathers, Night Of The Demons 2, Ghost Fever, & Nightingales
• Charlie Robinson – Night Court, Beowulf, & Home Improvement
• Tim Russ – Star Trek Voyager, Samantha Who, Live Free Or Die Hard, iCarly, & Spaceballs
• Greg Travis – Starship Troopers, Watchmen, Halloween 2 (2009), Night of The Living Dead, Mortuary, Showgirls & Toolbox Murders
• Taylor Wayne – Supermodel, Also starred in Entourage & Little Nicky
• Jim Winburn – Halloween (The Original Michael Myers)
• Audra Lynn – Playboy Playmate 2003 (Will be wearing a Pirate Outfit from a Photo shoot she did)
• Bill Blair – Babylon 5
• Lisa Wilcox – A Nightmare On Elm Street 3 & 4 and Star Trek Generation
• Cassandra Hepburn – Hell Ride, 2001 Maniacs, & Medium
• Don Marshall – Star Trek & Land Of The Giants
• Larry Flash Jenkins – Fletch & Ferris Buellers Day Off
• Chanel Ryan – Supermodel that has appeared in BASEketball & George Wallace
• Deon Richmond – Not Another Teen Movie, The Cosby Show, Hatchet, Van Wilder, Scream 3, & Sister Sister

Seriously? SERIOUSLY??? In some ways, Pyrate Daze sounds like a fine time – especially for those pirates with some steampunk in their blood. But celebrity guests from Night Court? Star Trek? King Kong??? Is this still a pirate convention, or a mixer for washed up C-List celebrities? Somebody is seriously on drugs.