9 April 1590

I have come to a conclusion about the Capitain of the Requin, aside from the men under my command, this capitain from the admiralty is a complete ghit. How this man received a commision to serve in his majesty's navy is beyond me. He sits in his quarters all day looking at his charts and maps. He is definitely not a man of action.

The Spaniard Torez is a little tolerable, although we've only fought once before the ships Capitain stopped the fight, he keeps to himself. I would have him join the compaignie if he weren't in the service of the King of Spain and a Spaniard.

I have spent time training with my men on boarding ships, the ships Capitan said it was necessary to learn the proper techniques to swing to the other ship. how this is possible from a row boat is beyond me. I decided that it was best that I go first show my men how it would be done.I grabbed the rope that was attached to the mast that was hastily placed into the row boat and swung myself to the Requin. I never knew how solid a hull of a ship could be until I hit the Requin's hull and bounced back into the rowboat. I wonder what was so funny that caused the Requin's Crew laugh.

8 April 1590

I have found that this expedition is a co-operative effort between the French and Spanish. This bit of information has been unleashed upon me when the capitain of the Requin introduced me to the Spanish liason to me in the capitain's quarters. Gilford Rimirez Torez has been ordered to assist me and the boarding party. Now I have an enemy working with me to capture pirates, How can this get any better?

If this is his Majesty's way of punishing me, why doesn't he just throw me in the Bastille. At least I know that would be tolerable than being here.

I don't know what is more annoying, the fact that I am at sea, or that I am at sea with an intolerable ships Capitain and a insufferable Spanish lout. I wish that I could purge myself of the both of them and continue this duty of capturing pirates, especially the Foggcutter and rescueing the beautiful woman held at the mercy of the Foggcutter's pirate crew.

6 April 1590

My compaignie has arrived in Calaises early this morning. I hate Calaises, to many Englishmen for my tastes; but the woman that I have seen , she was...she had... I had to meet her. I went to her and introduced myself, she slapped me (what a woman). I followed her to the ship she was travelling on, The Foggcutter; an English Merchant vessel.

Compaignie De Bleu was assigned to the warship Requin. we set sail at 2 of the clock today. The Foggcutter also set sail at that time. We were no farther out of port, when the orders were opened, that the Pirate ship Foggcutter opened fire on our ship. I grabbed a torch from a passing gunner,touched prime on a deck gun closest to me and returned fire on the Foggcutter. I then ordered all guns to be charged. The Captain of the Requin belayed my order, the fop captain said it wasn't my place to give orders on the ship, by then the pirate ship Foggcutter had escaped.

3 April 1590

The King has finished chastising me in front of the entire court. His majesty has ordered me and my compaignie to assist the admiralty with thier duties of hunting and capturing pirates. His majesty felt it wise that I should go to sea for a while to ease his tensions. I don't see why, all I did was within my duties to maintain order in the sector of my country from the attempted disturbance caused by an English lout sea captain. I hate the sea and I hate Ships. I want a horse between my legs, the wind in my hair, a pistol in my hand, and a city burning in my wake. I am a Musketeer not a sailor, I do the King's bidding on the land not the sea; but as a Musketeer I go where the King orders me to go. I had no idea that the French Navy had so much difficulty trying to find pirates, maybe they are going to the wrong ports?

I have been sent back to Calaises with my compaignie to be assigned to a ship as boarding marines. I hope this duty does not last long. I hope there is enough room for my horse and equipment.

Capitain Cordon Bleu Service with a Snarl 

Prolouge...

1 April 1590

I am Capitain Cordon Bleu. I was born in Bearn, a city in the Gasconny Region of France. I was born to my father, who was a commander of a compaignie of musketeers for the King of France and to my mother, whom was contstantly on guard to my actions, which to this day are legendary in Bearn.

At the age of sixteen years I was sent to Paris,at my mothers request (I swear I saw that woman doing cartwheels as I was leaving) , to enter my fathers compaignie in the hopes it would temper me into a gentleman. While in Paris and in my fathers compaignie (I never saw a Man turn so grey so fast), I gained a reputation as a soldier and a duelist. At the age of twenty one years, I earned my commission as a leftentant after saving the King's life in a battle against the hugonauts. I swept him into behind me on my horse when I noticed that his musketeers were busy keeping a horde away form his Majasty, and took him to safety.

I was commissioned to the rank of Capitain and given command of my fathers compaignie after he decided to retire, something about having saw to much action from a relative nearly giving him a coronary infarction. The compaignie has fared well under my command and earned many citations for duty above and beyond the call of duty. My father returned to Bearn releived to live out his retirement with mother.

In the spring of 1587, my path came across a so called English merchant calling himself Captain Jack Morgan, who stepped on and scuffed my new boot. "Captain" Morgan insisted that it was an accident (which I didn't believe as I am an honorable man), I insisted it was the fact that he was a dirty contemptuous English swine bent upon causing disorder in the french sector of Calaises. Of course my insistence was followed with a smack of my leather gauntlet upon his face and a challenge to a duel. We met with our Seconds in a secluded spot South and East of Calaise. As he was in a rush, we decided that the duel would be with pistols. We took to the field and commenced with the duel, We both took aim at each other, and fired. Both of our Seconds fell to the ground dead from gunshot wounds. as he had to leave that very minute he offered to make amends, to which I refused.

I haven't seen Captain Morgan until the middle of 1589, we resumed our Hostilities toward each other. The second duel we had was wrestling, as we were wrestling our seconds began to wrestle each other, somehow they both died. Our third duel was a drinking contest in the midst of our duel our seconds raised thier tankards in toast with us and drank to our deaths when they tipped back thier cups and fell back into thier chairs to the ground dead.

Our last duel was an artillery duel, as we had no luck finding seconds, everyone we asked refused to be our seconds. we set our Cannons upon hill tops with a small village in the middle. we loaded our respective field pieces, I was particulary proud of the loading of my cannon. I aimed carefully at the spot he and his cannon were at on his hill. I primed my cannon. I yelled at Captain Morgans hill, " Prepare to die you English Fop!" He responded, "Eat shyke, ya' rat arsed bastard Frog (What is shyke and what does it have to do with bastard rats and frogs?). We touched flame to the primes of our cannons, let the shots fly. His cannon ball screamed into the village and hit the bell steeple and rang the bell of the church, as my cannon ball flew right into a powder magazine of the village and and exploded into a huge fireball that could be felt for miles. My ears are still ringing from that blast. He returned to his ship and I was summoned by the King of France...