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Captain Jody's Treasure Island

What would you do if your ship came home,Diamond
If your ship came home from the sea:
A galleon trim bestriding the foam
Like a war-horse fierce and free?
What would you do when she rode into port
With the gold and silver and diamonds she brought?

An Emerald CrabI'll sail away with the captain bold
Far under the sun and stars
To wonderful lands where the sea, I'm told,
Is frozen in icy bars;
Where hungry wolves patter and howl and fight
'Neath the moon hung aloft like a lantern night.

I'd sail afar with captain and crewGold
To islands in tropical seas;
Where never a rain-storm nor tempest blew,
Where riped fruits dropped from the trees,
And all day long the little the little waves sighed
As they scampered away at the call of the tide.

Silver and diamondsThat's what I'd do if my ship came home,
If my ship came home from the sea;
For, oh, I would love to voyage and roam
With my good ship's company'
And the gold and silver and diamonds too
I would pack them all up in a bundle for you!

 Captain Jody's Treasure Island


British Merchant and Fishing Vessel

"Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers,
       With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas ?"
"We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter,
Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples, and cheese."

"And where will you fetch it from, all you Big Steamers,
And where shall I write you when you are away ? "
"We fetch it from Melbourne, Quebec, and Vancouver -
Address us at Hobart, Hong-Kong, and Bombay."

"But if anything happened to all you Big Steamers,
And suppose you were wrecked up and down the salt sea ?"
"Then you'd have no coffee or or bacon for breakfast,
And you'd have no muffins or toast for your tea."

"Then I'll pray for fine weather for all you Big Steamers,
For little blue billows and breezes so soft."
"Oh billows and breezes don't bother Big Steamers,
For we're iron below and steel-rigging aloft."

"Then I'll build a new lighthouse for all you Big Steamers
With plenty wise pilots to pilot you through."
"Oh the Channel's as bright as a ball-room already,
And pilots are thicker than pilchards at Looe."

"Then what can I do for you, all you Big Steamers,
Oh what can I do for your comfort and good ?"
"Send out your big warships to watch your big waters,
That no one may stop us from bringing you food.

So many Big Steamers were sunk during the 1st World War and may of the sailors were drowned.

"For the bread that you eat and the biscuits you nibble,
The sweets that you suck and the joints
that you carve,
They are brought to you daily by all us Big Steamers -
And if anyone hinders our coming you'll starve ! "

Fish Jumping
Fish Jumping

Diddilydeedot's Dreamland .

Come with me to the sea, to the sea
                  Have shipwrecks, find Mermaids,     ask  Pirates to tea.

or maybe listen to The Yarn of the Nancy Bell,
as told to you, as you look at the lovely pictures.

The Yarn of the Nancy Bell

'Twas on the shores that round our coast

From Deal to Ramsgate span,

That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.

His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
And weedy and long was he,
And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
In a singular minor key:

"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."

And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
Till I really felt afraid,
For I couldn't help thinking this man had been drinking,
And so I simply said:

"Oh, elderly man, it's little I know
Of the duties of men of the sea,
And I'll eat my hand if I understand
However you can possibly be

'At once a cook, and a captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."

Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which
Is a trick all seamen learn,

And having got rid of a thumping quid,
He spun this painful yarn:

"'Twas in the good ship Nancy Bell
That we sailed to the Indian Sea,
And there on a reef we came to grief,
Which has often occurred to me.

'And pretty nigh all the crew was drowned

(There was seventy-seven o' soul),
And only ten of the Nancy's men
Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll.

'There was me and the cook and the captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig.

'For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink,
Till a-hungry we did feel,
So we drew a lot, and, accordin' shot
The captain for our meal.

'The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate,
And a delicate dish he made;
Then our appetite with the midshipmite
We seven survivors stayed.

'Next we murdered the bo'sun tight,
And he much resembled squid;
Then we wittled free, did the cook and me,
On the crew of the captain's gig.

'Then only the cook and me was left,
And the delicate question,"Which
Of us two goes to the kettle" arose,
And we argued it out as sich.

'For I loved that cook as a brother, I did,
And the cook he worshipped me;
But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowed
In the other chap's hold,you see.

"I'll be eat if you dines off me,"says TOM;
'Yes, that,' says I, 'you'll be, '
'I'm boiled if I die, my friend, ' quoth I;
And "Exactly so," quoth he.

'Says he,"Dear JAMES, to murder me
Were a foolish thing to do,
For don't you see that you can't cook me,
While I can and will cook you!"

'So he boils the broth, and takes the salt
And the pepper in portions true
(Which he never forgot), and some chopped shalot.
And some sage and parsley too.

"Come here,"says he, with a proper pride,
Which his smiling features tell,
"'T will soothing be if I let you see
How extremely nice you'll smell."

'And he stirred it round and round and round,
And he sniffed at the foaming froth;
When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals
In the scum of the boiling broth.

"And I eat that cook in a week or less,
And -- as I eating be
The last of his chops, why, I almost drops,
For a wessel in sight I see!

"And I never larf, and I never smile,
And I never lark nor play,
But I sit and croak, and a single joke
I have--which is to say:

"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig!"


The Yarn of the 'Nancy Bell'" Is  a series of humorous verses published between 1862 and 1871, with many illustrations by

the author signed 'Bab'  which was the nickname of the wonderful Gilbert  who with Sullivan wrote and musically

orchestrated the amazing "Gilbert and Sullivan's Savoy Opera's."

Oh my goodness children, as soon as you reach the age of eight, try to go to see one of their comical shows.

"HMS Pinefore" or "Pirates of Penzance." When ever they come to my local theatre in Mold,

I always go with my daughters and grand daughters. I think this Yarn reminds me of the wonderful "Mervyn Peake,"

who when he illustrated "Alice through the Looking Glass," his drawings were declared too frightening

for a childrens book, and Gilberts' "Nancy Bell" was declared to Cannaballistic to be put in the forthcoming

edition of "Punch" who in my mind published things much worse then, as they still do today. Brilliant.

Captain Jody's Treasure Island
by J. J. Bell

For many a year I've watched the ships a-sailing to and fro,
The mighty ships, the little ships, the speedy and the slow;
.And many a time I've told myself that someday I would go
Around the world that is so full of wonders.

The swift and stately liners, howthey run without a rest!
The great three masters, they have touched the East and told the West!
The monster burden - bearers - oh, they all have plunged and pressed
Around the world that is so full of wonders!

The cruiser and the battleship that loom as dark as doubt,
The devilish destroyer and the hateful, hidious scout -
These deathly things may also rush, with roar and snarl and shout,
Around the world that is so full of wonders.

My lord he owns a grand white yacht, most beautiful and fine,
But seldom does she leave the firth lest he should fail to dine.
I'd find a thousand richer feasts than his - if she were mine -
Around the world that is so full of wonders.

The shabby tramp that like a wedge is hammered through the seas,

The little brown-sailed brigantine that traps the lightest breeze -
Oh, I'd be well content to fare abroad the least of these
Around the world that is so full of wonders.

The things I've heard, the things I've read, the things I've dream might be,
The boyish tales, the old men's yarns - they will not pass from me.
I've heard, I've read, I've dreamed . . . But all the time I've longed to see -
Around the world that is so full of wonders.

So year by year I watch the ships a-sailing to and fro,
The ships that come as strangers and the ships I've learned to know.
. . .  Folk smile to hear an old man say that someday he will go
Around the world that is so full of wonders.

Wow, isn't that absolutely wonderful. Gosh that was lovely to write out,
I could almost feel I was on the sea with him,
 or standing on the shore watching them coming into the harbour in Milford Haven.


John Joy Bell (1871-05-07/1934-11-14), known professionally as J J Bell, John Joy Bell, wonderful Poet

was a journalist and author.Born in Hillhead, Glasgow, Bell was schooled at Kelvinside Academy and Morrison's Academy.

He attended the University of Glasgow, where he studied chemistry. After taking up journalism, Bell worked for the Glasgow Evening Times, and as sub-editor of the Scots Pictorial. His articles depicted the life of working-class Glaswegians, and were often written in the vernacular. He created the character of 'MacGreegor' for his Evening Times articles, and the stories were so popular that they were published in book form, and later made into a film.

Bell has often been criticised for being overly sentimental and kailyard, however, it is also said that his vernacular was an accurate reflection of the reality, which is partly what made them popular. In recent years though, Bell's books are increasingly forgotten.

Beautiful Stones
Captain Jody's Treasure Island

Sir Henry Morgan

Sir Henry Morgan

  Morgan was born in Wales in 1635. Not many pirates earned the title "Sir" since they were considered to be criminals. But Henry Morgan did. He was knighted in 1674 by King Charles II, after a pulling-off a daring and spectacular raid on one of the richest cities at that time - Panama City. He was one of the bravest, most intelligent and successful swashbucklers in all of history.

Captain Morgan spent amuch time in the islands of the Bahamas. He would wreak havoc and he buried a great deal of treasure. Morgan's Bluff, the highest point on Andros Island, is named after Captain Morgan.

Captain Jody's Treasure Island


One Wish

     Jasper turned to the bristly sailor who stood in the center of the deck, expertly coiling a rope in his muscular hands.  "Is it true that if you steal a mermaid's girdle, she must grant you a wish?" 

    The sailor shrugged.  " 'S possible.  I've been up `n' down this spot dozens o' times an' not a hint o' a woman or even half o' one."      "But Square Cut Bay is famed for mermaids throughout the world!  Half my reason for taking this route around Calithwain instead of the shorter overland trip was to feast on their beauty with my own eyes.  and maybe," Jasper added, nervously licking his lips, "just maybe have a wish granted to me as well."

     A cluster of sailors who'd apparently been listening in, burst into hearty gales of laughter.  Jasper glared at them.  "You may think I've no sense, wearing the robes of a scholar instead of your rags or a soldier's armor, but I know what I've read.  I'm not big or strong but I'm wise.  Calithwain is different; everyone knows magic abounds here.  There are ways to steal a mermaid's girdle, and then you can just go about begging for jobs if my wish is to own all the merchant ships in the country."

     "Or you could wish for the mermaid to marry you," a sailor pointed out.  Jasper found himself grinning triumphantly. Finally they were taking him seriously.  "Aye, I could.  Or court any girl on the land with the treasure I'll win."

     "Of course, she'll have a time walkin' up the aisle with her tail flopping about," the sailor finished. Jasper stalked to the rail, staring out into the black, murky ocean.  The moon's reflection on the waves gleamed just like a piece of silver. Jasper would be seeing silver pieces that large and more once he found the mermaid he searched for. All of his books said that this was the place.  For all he knew, a mermaid might be swimming under the boat even as he stood there.  Wouldn't that surprise the men who had moved on to even stupider jokes now, such as how many mermaids it took to light a candle. The next day, the ship stopped to take on water and supplies at Fisher's Village. Jasper wandered away, after making certain that the ship wouldn't leave until sunrise the next morning.  Fascination with mermaids or no, he had a job waiting for him cataloging books in Lotorinum, and couldn't delay it only to search for an elusive and possibly mythical mermaid.  As he walked along the pier, thinking thoughts of mermaids and wishes, not to mention the arrogant sailors, he heard a splash off in the distance.  Probably a fish.  Yet he moved closer to the pier's edge, staring into the mists hard enough to part them and reveal his elusive quarry.  

    After a moment, Jasper stepped back.  It had been a fish after all.  He resumed his walk, deciding to stroll into the inn and have some food that hadn't been rotting in a barrel for weeks before consumption.  There was another splash now, closer to the pier.  But there was hardly any point to straining his eyes looking for another--

     A feminine giggle cut through the soft murmur of the waves and Jasper's head dropped like a load of rocks.  There, beside the pier, a lovely head bobbed above the level of the water. Soft, green-gold ringlets, blue eyes deep and wide enough to drown in.  Her grin seemed warm and amused, lips parted slightly to display even, white teeth.  Her skin was a warm, honey brown that glistened damply in the sunlight.  All he could see was her head and bare shoulders but Jasper knew, with all his heart and soul, that this was no village maid out for a swim.  A living, genuine mermaid floated beside the very pier that he stood on.     

"Hello," she said, giving him an artful smile that made his  heart skip a beat.  She was breathtaking, no question of that.
Jasper regretted that he looked like a tall, brown-haired beanpole in his old fashioned robes.  For a moment, he found himself fantasizing about wishing her to be a human and his wife. But no, mermaids were tricky creatures, and wealth a far more secure choice.  Finally he realized that she was waiting for him to answer.  He should say something that would show off his incredible knowledge and learning and leave her captivated. Perhaps she'd even choose to wed him without his wasting a wish.  

  "Er, hello."  Jasper winced inwardly.  Hardly the most original thing he could've chosen to say.  Still, the mermaid hadn't left yet.  "Come swim with me," she said. 

"The water's lovely.  Just take my hand." Jasper's smile was wholehearted now, for at last he was on familiar ground.  Mermaids sometimes tried to drown people, and were far stronger than they looked.  If he took that lovely, delicate hand, he would be completely at her mercy.   "All right," he said.  "Reach up a little higher." The mermaid rose slowly out of the water.  She was high enough that he could see her pink clamshell top that clung to her upper body.  Below that was her bare stomach, encircled by an intricate webbing of tiny gold and purple seashells, none of them larger than a fingertip.  Jasper reached out and lightly took her outstretched hand with one of his own.  With his other hand, he reached out lightning fast and snatched away the girdle of shells that hung around her waist.  He let go of her and stood, smiling as he held her girdle far out of reach, gleaming in the light. "You owe me a wish."  

    "So I do," she said.  The mermaid didn't seem angry with him; she smiled and actually seemed amused.  Amazed by his cleverness, he supposed.    "And what will you wish for?" she asked. He had pondered the question for months.  Years in fact.   "I want a pile of gold as tall and wide as I am."  Simple, direct, and above all practical.  She laughed.  The mermaid giggled a bit at first, then finally burst into spasms of laughter, rolling in the water and clutching her perfect, smooth stomach as if it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.
     "What?  What is it?  Can't you grant me that?"
     Finally, the mermaid finally managed to compose herself.
"The question is, why would you want it?"
     "I'd be rich.  And then I could devote myself to studies and travel as I've always wished.  I could see all of the magnificent sights that I've read and dreamed of.  Like you."
     She smiled prettily at the compliment.  "But you'd have no way to transport it.  Would you carry it coin by coin onto the ship?  Gold's heavy, you know.  Or ask the crew to help and trust them not to steal?"
     "Well, I-"
     "If you had any sense, you'd wish for a house filled with gold, and then you'd have somewhere to store it."
     "That's a good idea.  I wish-"
     "But why just a house?  I could build you a palace.  Make you a king, even.
     "You could?  Kings can have everything in the world!"
     "Of course.  But then I suppose you wouldn't have much leisure to study.  And if you were a king who spent all his time closed away with books, the people would probably revolt."
     "Oh.  I suppose I could wish for wisdom."  This last suggestion was a bit halfhearted, and the mermaid seized on his indecision immediately.
     "But even if you asked to be the wisest person in the world, the next baby born might have more than you.  And don't you have
enough wisdom already?  For instance, I'm sure you're smart enough not to wish for fame."
     "Fame.  You're right, of course.  I'd never get anything done if people flocked from miles around just to see me."  Jasper scratched his head.  He was starting to run out of possibilities.
"Perhaps I should choose something unique, like a magic wand."
     "Carefully now.  Magic rarely works in quite the way people expect.  And worse, people with magical items generally become
overconfident.  Magic trinkets have a tendency to fizzle out when they're most needed, leaving you dead, or worse.  Jasper could feel the crease in his forehead deepening.
"I'm sick of all these games!  What would you wish for?"
     The mermaid beamed; there was no other way to describe it. This was a long distance from her amused giggle or careful smile to trap a man and drag him into the water.  For one, perfect moment she actually seemed to glow.  It was as if she'd waited her entire life for someone to ask that question.  She hesitated, as if trying to come up with the most perfect way to describe the thought echoing in her lovely head.  "An indestructible book of stories, that could survive storm and flood, and filled with the most wondrous, magical tales in the history of the world."
     "Stories are the most precious thing that people have.  A book of such stories is far more valuable than gold, kingdoms, or even wisdom.  A person who could share such stories with others would be loved and cherished far more than any mere scholar ever
could be.  As a wise man of the world, I'm sure you know this in your heart."
     "You really believe that?"
     The mermaid nodded silently, face still shining like a ray of sunshine at her description of the perfect wish.
     "Then that's what I'll take.  I wish for the perfect storybook, one that is protected from all damage and contains."
     "The most wonderful, enchanting tales ever read," the mermaid prompted.
     "The most wonderful, enchanting tales ever read," he said.
     "Done!" the mermaid said happily.  With a flourish of her hand, a beautiful book appeared in her outstretched palms, covered in gold curlicues and the most cunning little pictures. Its red leather cover was tough and indestructible, yet refracted the sunlight like a living thing.  It was as wide as half a table, and must've weighed a great deal.
     Jasper stretched out his hands for it.  The moment he'd made his wish, the girdle has vanished from his hands, leaving them free to accept the immense volume.  "Thank you," he told her.
     "No, thank you!" the mermaid said.  With a saucy flick of her shining, green tail, she dived into the sea, and vanished from sight, leaving barely a ripple.  Only after she had completely disappeared did Jasper realize that she had never given him the book.  He stared disappointedly at his empty hands. His books had told him of mermaids' strength and beauty, but had failed to mention their exceptional cleverness.
     "Hey, scholar, caught any mermaids yet?" a sailor's voice called from the tavern.  Jasper shook his head.  "You were right," he said.  "They're only a myth." 

"Oh thank you, Aunt Pearl, it's lovely," cried the little mergirl as she rushed to embrace her favorite relative.  The book of magical stories now occupied a place of honor between the most beautiful china doll ever seen and a glittering, bouncing ball that would always return to a person's hand.  Other, less useful items such as giant lumps of gold or half-spent potions of invisibility lay piled in the corners.

      "I'm glad you like it, darling," her Aunt Pearl said.  "If we are the ones granting wishes to everyone greedy or lazy enough to steal our girdles instead of finding an honest job, we may as well reap the benefits of it.  What a pity only humans can make our wishes for us.  I'm just glad they're so easy to fool, all because they want far more than is good for them.  I hope you'll remember that."

     "Yes, Aunt Pearl," the child said dutifully, as she thumbed through the pages of her new storybook.  The girl didn't understand how greedy and foolish humans were, of course.  But she would someday.  Soon enough, she'd be swimming to the surface and tempting mortals with her girdle to bring treasures to some other little merboy or mergirl.

The End

gold fishesgold fishesgold fishes

Mary Read

Mary Read - a London born  Pirate - ess

  Born in London, Mary Read led a man's life. She was even raised as a boy. She ran away when she was about 13 to board a man-o-war ship. A few years later, she enlisted in the army, met a soldier, fell in love and opened an small hotel. When her husband died she began to dress like a man again and went back to sea. Her ship was captured by the pirate Captain Calico Rackham and that's when she met the female pirate Anne Bonny. Mary Read was not yet a pirate but she became friends with Anne Bonny and decided to joined John Rackham and Anne to became one of Calico's pirates.

Read was later captured along with John Rackham and Anne Bonny but she escaped hanging due to her pregnancy. She died a short time later though of disease and fever, while still in prison.

Captain Jody's Treasure Island
The Big Ship

The big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh
The ally-ally-oh
The ally-ally-oh

Oh, the big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh
On the last day of September

The captain said it will never, never do

Never, never do, never, never do
The captain said it will never, never do
On the last day of September

Shipwreck in the sea of lightsWe all dip our heads in the deep blue sea
The deep blue sea, the deep blue sea
Oh, we all dip our heads in the deep blue sea

On the last day of September

The big ship sank to the bottom of the seahe said he was
The bottom of the sea, the bottom of the sea
Oh, the big ship sank to the bottom of the sea
On the last day of September

Oh, the big ship sails on the ally, ally-oh
The ally-ally-oh
Fishes in the waterThe ally-ally-oh
Oh, the big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh
On the last day of September

little boats

Little Boat

 There was once a little boat,
 There was once a little boat,
There was once a little boat,
So little, so little,
That it couldn't sail away.
little boats

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven weeks passed,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven weeks passed,
 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven weeks passed,
And the little boat, and the little boat,

little boats
 Barco Chiquito

Había una vez un barco chiquito,
Había una vez un barco chiquito,
Había una vez un barco chiquito,
                            Tan chiquito, tan chiquito,
Que no podía, que no podía, que no podía navegar
little boats
Pasaron una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete semanas,
Pasaron una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete semanas,
Pasaron una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete semanas,
Y el barquito, y el barquito,
No podía, no podía, no podía navegar.

little boats

Calico Jack, John Rackham

John Rackham was also known as "Calico Jack" because he wore multi-colored calico coats and britches.
He was not one of the most notorious pirates and is best known for his association with two famous female pirates - 
Mary Read and Anne Bonny

John Rackham stole Anne Bonny anyway from her husband and they fought together in many battles at sea.

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