Another storm is headed our way, this one pushing up from the Pacific. The major hit will be taken by Japan and the Koreas, evidently, but if you look at a globe you can see how surprisingly close Alaska is to that area of the world. We're battening down the hatches once again, and hoping that this weather event is not as destructive as last week's was.
Given all this, I'm pulling an SMS out of the archives. Entitled "Speak Like A Seaman", this one was in honor of International Talk Like a Pirate Day, which will crashes onto our shores Wednesday, September 19th. Why not be prepared?
Avast: We've talked about this word before on a previous SMS but it always comes up when the wannabes come out in Johnny Depp drag. Avast does not mean hello, how are you, or how about a drink, wench. It means stop and a true pirate - like his or her naval or privateering counterparts - would not trouble himself with the long version. "Vast that!" would get the job done quite nicely.
Ahoy: The Pirate Guys themselves list the meaning of this word as "Hello!" in their book Well Blow Me Down. In fact ahoy derives from the Danish ho meaning stop. By the 19th century, however, it was not uncommon for English speaking sailors to greet an unknown vessel with a call of "Ahoy the ship," at sea. It was far better manners to call out the ship's name or, better still, the last name of the captain. By this time, too, vast was in almost universal use as the word for stop.
Belay: Honestly, how many words mean stop at sea? The answer is a barrel full. Belay technically means to tie off the end of a rope and make it fast, often to a belaying pin. But belay was frequently used in general parlance to mean knock it off. "Belay that yarn. You're story is getting old," or " Belay your grousing, mate."
Booty: One of my favorites simply for the difference between its imagined and its actual meanings. Pirates and privateers used the word to mean any part of a prize that could be immediately distributed out such as clothing, weapons, specie, gold dust, silver plate or jewels. Items that would need to be sold for cash were referred to as prize goods while the captured ship was itself the prize.
Crow's nest: Here's one you hear a lot from those wannabes. I once had one foul-breathed hunk of shark bait ask me if I'd "like to go up to the crows nest" with him. Get. A. Better. Line. And brush your teeth. Anyway, actual seamen aside from whalers eschewed the term "crow's nest" as they avoided speaking of the Devil. The platforms halfway up a pirate, privateer or navy ship's masts were known as tops. It was beneath these men to call their top a crow' nest. As an aside, the crow's nest originated as a high platform where live corvids were kept on Dark Age European fishing vessels. When the boat lost sight of land, a raven, crow or mockingbird would be let loose. Instinctively, the bird would fly toward shore and the boat could then follow it to safety.
Duffers: Not one you'll find in the Pirate Guys' books, which is a shame really because it's a nice, unisex insult. When a seaman spoke of a duffer or a duff he meant either a poor peddler, usually of used goods, a smuggler's harlot, or a coward.
Grog: Really, that's anything your drinking at a pirate party. Technically it's a naval ration of one part spirits to three parts water served out at dinner and supper. In the 18th century, when scurvy was once again discovered, some form of citric acid was added as well. The grog ration was officially instituted in the Royal Navy in 1740 by Admiral Vernon. As Admiral Smyth notes in The Sailor's Word Book: "The addition of sugar and lemon juice now makes grog an agreeable anti-scorbutic."
Lubber: An old, Northern English word meaning a clown or dolt. The word crept into the seaman's language and became synonymous with an unseamanlike sailor or landsman.
Mate: Your friend at sea, a member of your mess or simply a fellow crewman. The word may very well have derived from the French word for sailor matelot which was also used by the early boucaniers on Tortuga to indicate a best friend, a man with whom another shared a wife or possibly a homosexual partner.
On the account: A sailor turned pirate was said in the Golden Age to have "gone on the account." The term has to do with the old "no purchase, no pay" adage that if a prize was not caught a pirate made no money.
Scuttlebutt: A barrel with a square hole large enough for a dipper and filled with fresh water. This was left near the mainmast on most ships when water was not being rationed. Because men would gather to drink here they also exchanged gossip and the scuttlebutt. Thus the word became synonymous with rumors and suppositions passed from one person to another.
Stow: From the nautical word stowage which means placing ballast, cargo and even crew in just the right spots aboard ship to get the maximum performance in terms of sailing out of the vessel. It was an art form, really, and only men who knew their ship intimately could perform it well. The wannabes will use it for "stop" which is sad at best and frankly sacrilegious to my mind. My Dad would never have put up with that.
Weevil: This word for the Curculio comes down to us from the Anglo-Saxon word wefl. They start out as worm-like creatures that eat wood and bread. They then grow in to ravenous and fairly sizable beetles that were sometimes found swimming in soups thickened with ship's biscuit.
That should help you prepare for another inspiring and happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Sprinkle that language liberally in your speech, Brethren, and enjoy!
Header: Cup of Gold book cover by Mahlon Blaine via American Gallery
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Saturday, September 15, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Sailor Mouth Saturday: Food and Drink
If the cards at the market are to be believed, Dad is all about eating on Father's Day. That and wearing slippers. For my Dad, may the saints rest his soul, it was usually barbeque and beer that hit the spot; slippers optional. To celebrate Dads, since Father's Day here in the U.S. is tomorrow, SMS would like to deviate slightly from our usual programming and offer a list, however noninclusive, of some U.S. Navy chow slang from before World War I.
Afters: dessert (usually in this era that meant canned fruit for the enlisted men but sometimes, depending on the occasion, cake, pie or even iced cream might appear)
Albany beef: boiled sturgeon from the Hudson river
Baby's head: meat pudding
Bag meal: a boxed dinner or supper
Bargemen: weevils swimming in soup thickened with ship's biscuit
Bilge cod: a general term for "it's fish for dinner"
Black meat: bacon
Cheesy-eggy-hammy-stopsides: omelets
Chicken fruit and/or cackleberries: eggs
Covered wagon: pie (of any kind, not just sweet)
Dalmatian pudding: suet pudding with raisins or currents (this was the spotted dog or, in the Royal Navy, spotted dick of the 19th century more appetizingly rephrased)
Deep sea beef: haddock (also known as "priest's fish" as it was often served to Catholic crewmen on Fridays)
Fisherman's sauce: salt water, vinegar and mustard (for making questionable meat more appetizing)
Fish eyes: tapioca pudding
Floaters in the snow: sausages and mashed potatoes
Hollow meat: chicken (sometimes other meat such as rabbit)
Nuts and bolts: stew (sometimes called "nuts and bolts with an awning" meaning a savory pie)
Osh-me-gosh: beef and vegetables
Poison-on-a-plate: biscuits dipped in beef drippings, usually for breakfast
Red lead: canned fish, usually herring or sardines, in tomato sauce (also slang for a red-haired individual)
Resurrection pie: leftovers (also known as "twice laid", for obvious reasons)
Sharks: canned sardines
Soap and flannel: cheese and bread
Spudoosh: stew of mostly potatoes
Torpedo: sausages
There you have it, Brethren; or some of it anyway. Be nice to your Dad tomorrow if you are fortunate enough to still have him around. Unless he was truly bad, it never hurts to say "Thank you; you helped me become the person I am today and that's pretty awesome of you."
Header: Enlisted sailors' mess, USS Massachusetts c 1905 via The Pirate's Lair
Afters: dessert (usually in this era that meant canned fruit for the enlisted men but sometimes, depending on the occasion, cake, pie or even iced cream might appear)
Albany beef: boiled sturgeon from the Hudson river
Baby's head: meat pudding
Bag meal: a boxed dinner or supper
Bargemen: weevils swimming in soup thickened with ship's biscuit
Bilge cod: a general term for "it's fish for dinner"
Black meat: bacon
Cheesy-eggy-hammy-stopsides: omelets
Chicken fruit and/or cackleberries: eggs
Covered wagon: pie (of any kind, not just sweet)
Dalmatian pudding: suet pudding with raisins or currents (this was the spotted dog or, in the Royal Navy, spotted dick of the 19th century more appetizingly rephrased)
Deep sea beef: haddock (also known as "priest's fish" as it was often served to Catholic crewmen on Fridays)
Fisherman's sauce: salt water, vinegar and mustard (for making questionable meat more appetizing)
Fish eyes: tapioca pudding
Floaters in the snow: sausages and mashed potatoes
Hollow meat: chicken (sometimes other meat such as rabbit)
Nuts and bolts: stew (sometimes called "nuts and bolts with an awning" meaning a savory pie)
Osh-me-gosh: beef and vegetables
Poison-on-a-plate: biscuits dipped in beef drippings, usually for breakfast
Red lead: canned fish, usually herring or sardines, in tomato sauce (also slang for a red-haired individual)
Resurrection pie: leftovers (also known as "twice laid", for obvious reasons)
Sharks: canned sardines
Soap and flannel: cheese and bread
Spudoosh: stew of mostly potatoes
Torpedo: sausages
There you have it, Brethren; or some of it anyway. Be nice to your Dad tomorrow if you are fortunate enough to still have him around. Unless he was truly bad, it never hurts to say "Thank you; you helped me become the person I am today and that's pretty awesome of you."
Header: Enlisted sailors' mess, USS Massachusetts c 1905 via The Pirate's Lair
Friday, November 5, 2010
Booty: Master Of My Fate
Anyone who has given Triple P even a passing glance knows my love for all things Aubrey and Maturin. Patrick O’Brian’s books inspire me on so many levels; in my opinion, no better seafaring novels have ever been written. Of course, the Brethren are fully aware of my other love, the movie Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World. It’s O’Brian first, historically accurate (for the most part) second and then there’s Russell Crowe and Paul Bettany in all the spender of Royal Navy regalia. I need a moment.OK; I’m back. What many may not be aware of is my virtually life long love of fishing. My Dad, a sailor through and through, used to take us out as kids on a regular basis. The family motor boat was fine for my brother but a real deep sea fishing trip would put him out for the weekend. To my Dad’s surprise, it didn’t bother me in the least and I became – along with my maternal Grandfather – his “fishin’ buddy”. I wasn’t keen on baiting or gutting but I could stand around for hours with a line in the water and call it a good time. Because it was.
So just imagine my delight when the first mate sent me this:
Yes; it's Master Bait and Tackle and it is as if all my joy has combined in one inviting looking bait shop. Plus there are private charters, equipment, tee shirts, hats, ice and licenses. It is literally a one stop shop. And that beater hanging in the window is calling my name. Now I just need to find out where this place is…Happy Friday, Brethren. Tomorrow is Sailor Mouth Saturday once again.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Sailor Mouth Saturday: Right (Part 1)
Today and next Saturday are the birthdays of two righteous gentlemen. One, a hero to millions past and present (your humble hostess included). The other, far closer to home, my own father. Thus our word for today and next Saturday: right. More common at sea than you might imagine.Right does not mean starboard aboard ship as it would in your car. In that sense it means directly as in right away. You don't ever turn right at sea.
There are right angles and right-angled triangles of course, especially where masts and sails are concerned. Something is right athwart when at right angles to the keel of your ship.
Right ascension is used in navigation and is calculated by the position of the constellation Aries in relationship to the equator and the hour circle which passes through a known star or planet. I am not making that up. Navigation by the stars is one of the great wonders of the human mind.
Right-hand rope is one braided clockwise and is the norm among ropes, most people being right handed. The opposite is not "left-hand rope" but water-laid rope.
Finally (at least for today), right away is a call of orientation when a sail is spotted and it is calculated by the main mast-head: "Right away on the bow" would mean straight ahead, for instance.
Now, if you will permit me: John "Jack" Richard Fletchall was born on this day, 1926, in Amity, Oregon. As it turned out, his father's family came to Oregon around 1842 from New Orleans via Missouri. Our surname was originally Lafleche anglicised for convenience or to hide something vital, possibly at some point on the trail. Dad said he was 18 and joined the Merchant Marine at age 16. He spent World War II in and around the Philippines. He came home, got a master's degree in physical education, married Mom and worked for first UPS and then himself. Dad looked something like the sailor in the picture above, which is why I love that poster. He died January 3, 1983. Fair winds and fine prizes, Dad; you always were a privateer at heart.
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