The Pyrates pose by the new sign welcoming visitors to Port Royal. Red Stripe Good!!!! We think we drank the town dry of it.
We immediately took sail aboard the Schooner WOLF in the same waters the likes of Morgan, Bellamy and Blackbeard sailed once upon a time.
A beautiful day at the beach. This is the beach on the other side of Port Royal. In the far background, behind Black Skot, is one of the many cays that dot the area.
This is the completed lobby of Morgan's Harbour. A great place to stay within walking distance of all the historical points of interest.
Diosa poses with some of our many friends in town.
Touche and Sheila under full sail aboard the WOLF. Every day was a great day to sail there. The weather was terrific as you can see. We almost forgot that the buccaneers and pirates who made port here enjoyed sunny days as well!
Touche teaches the kids in town how to buck up and be a real trooper. He outdid them all in the pull up category.
The crewe poses at Fort Charles. While there we were in a documentary some filmmakers were doing at the fort. We were also in a commercial at the National Bank as we toured the Money Museum.
The Old Gaol. Here are the cells as they are now. The proprietor of the bar (which is just to the right) uses them for storage. They are reall small, probably not more than 3' wide by 7' deep.
These are the original cell doors. Yes, they are half barrel hinges, just like in the movie and you could just pry them up off the pins.
Some of the artifacts pulled up from the sunken city. Some weights, shackles, a bell for cows and the actual key to the stocks in the center of town.
On board the WOLF we did what we do best: we entertained the kids and residents taking a sail with us. Here, Hurricane and Diosa laugh it up with two younguns from Kingston who love Sponge Bob of all things.
Dinner by candlelight at the Fisherman's Club. Here we are with Julie and Captain Finbar from the WOLF. A three hour dinner, a three hour dinner....
Nope, the lens is clean and there's no lights out here to refract on an otherwise crystal clear night. These orbs were photographed as we passed the old hospital. The next shot, nothing. Freaky! And we weren't even drinking!