|The Haunted Swansbrough Manor|
For those of you who have been with me awhile, you know that every year we have the opportunity to help our neighbors build a couple pirate ships to haunt their Swansbrough Manor. It's great fun with visitors coming from near and far. There's lots of candy, costumes and families having a good ol' time.
|Davy Jones' crew escapes.|
This week I thought I'd do the annual re-post of my original article and show some pictures of what we get up to. Last year was my first time in the swamp, so if you have any interest in voodoo women hanging out in huts, you need to check out the website or browse the cool pictures on their Facebook page.
They Might Be Pirates
|Treasure room within the Black Pearl|
I fell in love with pirates as a child. Perhaps it was a blend of Peter Pan and Robin Hood, but I always had a soft spot for those ne’er-do- wells. Sea fiction like Patrick O’Brian’s classics inspired me to create a story about a pirate turned hero, The Privateer, published in the spring of 2009 as an ebook and due out in print next February.
|The Black Pearl juts out from the Manor.|
|The roach-covered cake accompanies the jilted ghost bride of the manor.|
As October blew in so did a cemetery, not to mention, a pumpkin patch and a mausoleum. The pirate ship shined nightly with a soft yellow glow--just enough to see the cannons. I often wondered what kind of neighborhood I had moved into.
|Last year's dreadlocks for my Voodoo gig.|
A sea-loving historical writer could not ask for better companions living next door. They mind their own buccaneering business, and only fire their cannons one night a year (at the hundreds of visitors who come to tour their shipyard).
Who needs a fence to look over? A pirate ship works just fine for me.
Happy Halloween Holidays!