|How I became a Pirate|
|At the age of thirteen I built a wooden boat in the back yard and ran away from home, that was my first Shipwreck.|
|I then managed to run away again and got into the Vindicatrix sea school at Sharpness, I was refused for being half an inch too small but after knocking at their door and standing at the gates they got bored and let me in.. After passing through the Vindicatrix I signed on as a Deck Boy or 'Peggy' onboard the Blue star line's pride of the fleet, the 'English Star' bound for Australia and NZ.
Around the World! My life of Dreams had begun. pened that changed my life.
|The English Star passing Capetown.|
|The English Star. Royal Docks London, one month before I signed on.|
|I was 15 years old, what happened to me on that first voyage could fill a book and one thing happened that changed my life.|
|It was a foggy October day when the English Star sailed down the Thames, She stopped on route in the Canaries, Capetown, East London, Port Elizabeth and then Durban, it was in Durban that for the first time I disembarked the ship.
My first step on a foreign land, black people were everywhere, at home I had never seen a black man. I had never drunk beer either, the crew took me to a bar and made me drink a beer, I got sick, I got drunk, I got lost running back to the ship. I ran through a 'blacks only' area, I asked, 'where is my ship?', the black people either shouted at me to go or ran away from me, I didn't understand.
The police came, I was picked up, I was thrown in a cell of cockroachs for three days then put before the magistrates.
'Aparthied?' what does that mean?' I asked as the 5 policemen took me away behind the court where I was stripped and they gave me my punishment. It was six strokes of the Cat. (I have never understood why they always give six strokes because after the first three you feel nothing anymore.) The last stroke is the memory creator and the moment can be recalled as a strange 'life moment' with a combination of Screams, laughter, Blood, Pain, Police, Doctor, Iodine, more laughter and more pain. And all the time the same thought, 'how did I work this?'
|This is one of the signs I didn't see.|
In the meantime, my ship had sailed, it was now in Mozambique.
Without a wash and filthy from 4 days in the same clothes I was taken to Durban airport, always hunched and couldn't sit down. I was there Blacklisted from ever returning to South Africa and put on a DC6, I had only seen airplanes in films! (oh the pain, oh the plane,.)
When I finally got back to my ship the Captain tore into me and fined me my entire salary for the rest of the voyage which was going to be another nine months.
It would take too long to write here or try to explain the incredible story of my Marine life from that moment on, I was living my dream but it was all going somehow wrong, this wasn't how my dream was meant to be. I wanted my dream so very much so I continued to live the dream. To live a dream, 'come what may', can project a person through life at a rate of knots that is sometimes faster than one can imagine or sometimes fully understand.
A dream creates the will to learn, the need to know can be the finest of teachers. I was soon a fine Seaman, so good infact that I became known and eventually requested. In this respect I was asked to join a small Swedish Tramp working the Baltic and North Sea ports. When living a dream one tends to concentrate solely on the dream, so it took me quite some time to realise I was in fact onboard a Pirate ship. I was taken on initially as Quartermaster due to my Gotha Canal Pilot experience and my storm ability.
One night the Captain was alone with me on the bridge, he came to me smiling, put his arm around me and said, “You are the one, I choose you, I have waited for you.” I had no idea what he was on about until he added, “I will teach you all you need to know!” Wow ! I thought, now that's cool.
He sent me to the Academy and for the next three years or so he did teach me what I needed to know. He also explained to me who I was, who we Peiran are , our History and what we must do.
| I became a Peiran, a Pirate. A small, very insignificant Pirate but a Pirate.
It cannot be put into words or books, no Marine Academy or University could come close to the teachings I received and the capabilities I learned and mastered.
How to speak and to listen to the Sea, to know her, to know what is beneath her, how she feels, how she is going to move, to become one with her and to have love and empathy and allow her to enter you and keep you safe no matter what.
To know the presence of sea Creatures and comunicate and to know where you are without instruments and so many wonderous aptitudes that are far apart from what is considered 'normal' Pirate activities.
I've 'undertaken' missions on behalf of; Royalty, Shieks and Politicians.
I've 'assisted' in missions involving; President of the Philippines, Philippine Congress, MLF (Muslim Liberation Front), New Peoples Army Communist Rebels, Muammar Al-Ghaddafi, Goverment of Nigeria, the family of Prime Minister of Vietnam, CIA and various unmentionable orgs and gangsters.
Missions varied from Investigation, logistics and capturing ships (2) and most things inbetween.
|With President Joseph Estrada of the Philippines.|
|There are good doctors and bad one and good and bad cops and just about everything.
There are then good and bad Pirates, unfortunately only the bad are seen.
I am a Peiran Pirate
The Peiran is an Association founded by the Great Sage Solon some 2,500 years ago.
I was taught of the ‘Secrets of Solon’ and given the Peiran search results that cover hundreds of years.
This part of my learning years ago was of less interest to me than improving my knowledge of the sea. I was told that it would take my lifetime to fully understand what it was I was then being taught, now those words ring true and during the last few years these teachings have become clear to me.
It is these teachings that I would like to relate to in this site. Enjoy.
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