One of the liberties that pirates hold in the highest regard is that of the Pirate Creed. Among the order of the creed are listed the founding principles that every pirate agrees to abide. And number nine is, Dead Men Tell No Tales. In a coconut shell, this means that any and all information regarding your activities within the creed are not ever discussed outside the creed. This pertains to the more obvious and somewhat ambient surroundings of one’s life such as personal family members and friends, to the not so obvious associations a pirate may have at other……ports-of-call (tracker sites). One does not…carry on…in an off-the-cuff banter about their activities within the pirate community around their dinner table, or at social gatherings. It is improper form and could land potentially dangerous attention, from avenues of horrible opportunity one least expects. Information travels from person to person until it eventually lands on the…..wrong person. Likewise information experienced at one tracker, should never be loosely divulged at another tracker. That is so totally against the way pirates operate. The advantage comes from being “in the know”, and your enemy NOT being in the know. The more you read and listen the more you know and the stronger you become, the more you talk and type, the weaker you become, and the stronger thy enemy. Fate always has a way of dealing it’s hand, and if you are in debt, you’ll be forced to pay up…..
“…..pay up mate it’s late and I can’t run the inn just round the clock can I?” the bartender barked at the first mate who had been drinking for three hours now. Oct 1677 on the East Jamaican coastal town of Morant Bay the captain of the pirate brigantine known as Mintz had recently come into possession of a map disclosing the location of a sunken sloop that was rumored to have held the entire wealth of a convoy that was lost at sea earlier that spring. He informed his men of his discovery and that they would be needing their best divers to locate the wreckage and initiate a haul up to the Mintz. “Yeassh yeasssh whatever, be a good lassy and pour old Bisby another lil shot would ya?” Bisby slurred as he twirled his cup around his finger. “I got a big day tom….tomo…tomorrow and I need me head cleared by good rum.” “Oh really?” inquired the barmaid, “A big day swabbing decks have ye?” she asked. “Aye nay, I’ll be diving to depths no one in thish room would believe, best left to the qualified don’t ya see?”
Even the most innocent of conversations about your activities outside the realm they belong, can trigger interest from parties that have no business….in your business. This creates a security risk to you and those in your creed. It can be a practiced art for those who know themselves and know their tongue can be loose, to focus on keeping information withing the circles. Information you believe is so insignificant, and so indirect, can actually clue the educated over hearer and they can fill in the blanks for the full story. As in our story, Bisby hasn’t mentioned anything about maps and treasure, but indirectly he has mentioned something. Information should not be mentioned at all. In Bisby’s case, his ramblings are overheard by the two crew members in the corner from the pirate galleon known as PaleMist. Oh, have I not yet told you about those guys…..
“…guys….you need another round?” asked the barmaid. “Yes, yes we do and uh…..how about a round for our friend over there you were talking to.” said the PaleMist crewmen. “And when you deliver it, send ‘em on over would ya?”.
You ever met someone who was extremely friendly to you, and you shared stories and secrets, and…..invites. Then later they seemed kinda distant to you. Not unfriendly but, not close either, just enough to make you feel used….poor Bisby.
Near midnight October 14, 1677 in the Colonado Cove in North Jamaica the galleon PaleMist slipped undetected within boarding range of the Mintz and her tired wary crew who had been busy with diving maneuvers all day. The boarding party had easy work with half the crew tired and asleep and the other half drunk. The entire Mintz crew was killed within five minutes, except for Bisby. When the crew came upon him two of the PaleMist pirates identified him as the idiot informant master diver. They shackled Bisby wrist and ankle and told him to come up once he found the wreckage, and pushed him overboard. At this point, NOW Bisby has proper pirate creed. Dead men tell no tales……..
-Alysen Ravakkdottir


