How I ended up on the White Star

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Aye, well to start off with. I’m the 4th son a farming family that belongs to the Muir Clan. We’re highlanders, but me Dad was not the eldest son and thus he opted to be a simple farmer instead of trying to do anything that might one day entitle him to part of the Clan’s fortune. So me being the 4th son meant the I wasn’t entitled to anything (especially the sheep (Joke, since you all non-highlanders believe that we love arr sheep more den arr lassies, which is not true. Well, at least for me)).

So, went I felt that I was strong enough of a fighter, after all I had three older brothers constantly beatin’ up on me (although me brother Connor would say he did not, he’s servin’ the church), and old enough that me Dad wouldn’t miss havin me around, I took off to find me some fortunes and some kind of existence that was better than workin as a slave to me brother, Rob.

So, I found meself at a noble pub in Edinburgh. I believe its name was something like “The Boar’s Head” or “Haggis & Brew.” Anyways, so I was at this pub and I was drinkin me ale and I saw two finely dressed foreigners sittin’ at a table. I asked the bartender who those strange folk were and why they were not wearing the proper Scottish attire. He said, “They be merchants from some place called Italia and I’d stay far away from dem. Dere probably up to no good here as it be.”

Well ay’ve never been to a place called Italia and I though that if they dressed like that there, they must have some problems. I mean, wouldn’t it feel a wee bit uncomfortable to wear a shirt over your legs?

So after a few drinks some of the Scotsmen in the pub decided that they didn’t like the foreigners and that they needed to be taught a lesson. So all of a sudden, there was a fight of 20 to 2 on going on in this pub. Now, I had not quite figured which side I was going to fight for, but I figured that if I helped these foreigners, they might give me some riches off of their ship in return and well, none of me brethren there would give me a tithe’ for joining in on their side. Thus I jumped in and helped even the odds.

We fought and fought and it seemed like the best offense was to fight our way out of the pub. So, I took the lead and opened a path to the front door. Once out of the pub, the rabble from inside decided that they wanted to become the rabble outside. I then heard one of the gentlemen say, “Quick! Off to the Whitestar!” Well, I looked up and I didn’t see any stars in the sky and I also wondered how these strange men could go to the stars? Then I saw dem runnin off towards the port. Seeing the rabble coming after me and not wanting to miss out on any payment, I ran after them holding up the rear.

I successfully and single-handedly held off all of the drunken Celts that were trying to overtake us. We arrived at the port and immediately boarded their ship. They removed the ramp just as I got on board and I heard the other foreigner yell something like, “Set Sail immediately .” The first foreigner walked up to me and said, “I’m Lot and I am the Captain of this ship. You helped save me and my mate Quinton from your fellow men. I am sorry that we have left port before you could leave and it will be a while…a long while before we return to this Port. You can either get off at the next Port or choose to stay on as a member of my crew. You will get to travel and you will be paid well for the work you do. However, if you do not work, I’ll have to feed you to the sharks. What say ye?”

I figured that the good lord must have had a plan for me being on this ship and the Captain did say that I would be paid well and they did owe me a debt, so I chose to stay on and be a member of the crew. The Captain then said, “Well met. Now understand that I only have one opening on my ships crew and that is as a Powder Monkey. If you do your job and you do it well, you may get promoted and thus paid more.”

I thanked the Captain and went right to work. After a few weeks, I was handed a pair of those shirts for the legs from the First Mate. He told me, “Jamie, the lady of the ship and the map reader picked up this pair of pants for you while they were in Port yesterday. You are to wear this from now on and if we see you in that awful outfit again, I will have to severely punish you!” I thanked him and I immediately put the pants on. As for my kilt, it is lying in my hammock in hopes that one day I will be able to wear it again.

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Please note: Jamie's recollection was taken down, as Jamie can't write for himself, many years after his arrival on the ship, and we cannot vouch for the accuracy of any of his statements. (Capn Lot seems to recall saying to him, "Who are you and how did you get on board?" after a little Scottish stammering that he couldn't decipher, he believes Quintin shouted at him "Aw, get to work or we'll throw you overboard!")