We are seeking a total of £6.4 mil GBP
Imagine this: As told from the person on holiday.
Waiting with my hubby on the pier I am looking out at a magnificent Tall Ship, a British man-of-war she is, lying at anchor. Whilst awaiting the launch with several others, a few men dressed in period clothing, ship their oars a few feet away. Only moments pass when we are told to come aboard for our transport to the B&B lies at anchor yonder, seeing the man pointing to the grand vessel. Without hesitation the lot of us ecstatically clamber into the first of two longboats. Immediately the men in our party, as do a few women, pick up the oars as instructed & begin rowing to the ship. As we approach the ship, several of us begin singing that familiar tune, Yo ho ho & a bottle of rum.
Once aboard, very excited, I and a couple others ask the Captain if it’s possible to help set the sails to which he replies, "but of course, see the boatswain for your orders, First however you best change your attire." And ‘tis here when I learn that a change of cloths is in order, & off to the ship’s wardrobe we go. All of us. All manner of sizes, colors & styles are before us & though calm as possible, us women folk, as no doubt are the men, are in a fracas as to who gets to wear what.
Now changed & on the open deck we, under the boatswains tutelage, heave on the heavy sheets (rope,) pulling the sails to their prescribed location. Now at sea & sailing well, the lot of us are relaxing, just enjoying the gentle motion of the ship upon the water. We have seen several tall ships this day, but one in particular seems to be getting frightfully close. Then, all of a sudden, cannon fire rings out. Everyone, as the crew springs into action, rallies to the starboard railing, shouting out all manner of fearful metaphors, when a man dressed as a pirate lands upon the deck. Still holding the rope he is, and for unknown reasons (though I did say when making my reservation, being young & fit, that I would be a willing participant) grabs me by the waist, using me as a hostage. Within minutes, the British surrender, & with the aid of graphing hooks the ships are brought together. More pirates, cutlasses in hand, swing on board as others come by way of the gang plank, which is now in place. My pirate however, eager to show to his Captain, his personal prize, takes me to the Pirate ship as hostage.
After about ½ an hour all the passengers, either by gang plank, longboat or cargo net, along with everyone’s carry-on bags, are safely on board a spectacular pirate ship, heading for the Pirate’s Den (the Bed & Breakfast) where we shall be held, though treated with the utmost respect, until, as goes the holiday, we are ransomed, whereby, so we are told by the Pirate Captain, we are returned to whence we came.
After two days, & nights, we make landfall. Making our way to shore via longboat where a carriage takes us hither, up the winding road to a gothic edifice. It’s like being in the middle of a pirate movie. Entering the foyer which is lit by wall torches we see before us, as we lay off our things, who we soon learn is Mistress of the Lair, who along with That Great Pirate, Bartholomew Roberts, welcomes us.
Our tour, if you want to call it by such a mundane word, beings at the bar, where, though some choose to investigate the inn under the guide of the Great Pirate’s Woman, those of us who remain, are served a tankard of grog. Dinner is soon we are told, and after being shown to our rooms, we return after a brief spell to be seated in the great dining room which is well lit by three massive chandeliers. Slowly, as the serving wench begins to take our order, the lights dim & the red curtain across the room opens to reveal a stage with a beach & a ship set. Part of the ship is a useable 3D set which has on board a small group of actors, who, after being joined by a couple others from the bar, put on a play about their lives as pirates. Dinner is not only ample, but delicious, and the serving wench always ready to get whatever we need, including a drink from the bar.
Well, it’s been a great first day here & it’s off to bed we go. Our room is outfitted, as is the entire establishment, in brilliant color. Tapestries & Area rugs abound. The atmosphere, amid the oil lamps, wall scones & other pirate trapping, some which date to the days of Knights & their Ladies fair, make for a scrumptious holiday. I by the way, wanting a T.V. to go to sleep by, is brought in be one by the chambermaids. It’s small, but in color, & with it is a DVD machine and an assortment of movies to watch. I can hardly wait till morning…
Prisoners (or rather our guests) are transported to the shorefront located B&B where they will wine & dine among pirates. During their stay (2-11 days) they will dine amid our rotating Dinner Show, have the opportunity to be escorted on picnics at the Bishop’s Palace where they can visit St. David’s Cathedral & Museum on one day & Pembroke Castle (birthplace of Henry the VIII) another. Each day of the week holds a different tour, including a trip to Little Newcastle, the famed birthplace of the world’s ALL-TIME most successful pirate, Bartholomew Roberts. This and other exciting tours are available at very affordable rates. Each day holds for our guests an 18th century picnic lunch. When checking out of the Hotel they have their choice, all arranged in advanced, they can either be returned to whence they came as they came or depart on their own.
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