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Size 180 mm (without hat and stand). Materials: Magic Sculpt, SuperSculpey, Green Stuff.
The story of a pirate
It was 1715. The wars tearing Europe apart in the last century have reached the New World. The golden age of piracy verged to a close...
Harry was born in the English seaport city of Bristol. His childhood passed amid the bustle of the port, smell of fish, rotting algae and unfriendly Bristol Bay, in a constant struggle for life. It was then that the boy learned to value loyalty and fidelity of people, their ability to cover one’s back in a confrontation with numerous enemies. Now the time came and he, young and besotted with the romanticism of sea adventures, succeeded to slip onto the merchant ship of the East India Company. A good many times his shoulders bore a heavy boatswain’s hand but he faced up all challenges, and with back-breaking labor proved his stay on the ship and became a sea boy. Sailors loved the guy for his cheerful, mischievous character and ability make a joke of the whole thing. Brought up by harsh routine ship life and experienced sailors, he did not lose his facetious temper.
The years rolled by. Over time, campaigns at merchant ships ceased to stir his blood and he went to serve in the Royal Navy. He was on the decks of many warships. In 1692, under William III of Orange, Harry participated in the battle of the English fleet with the French squadron at Barfleur and La Hougue. Under the rule of Her Majesty Queen Anne I Stuart he fought Spaniards and French in the War of the Spanish Succession. It was during this war, called Queen Anne's War, that our hero got to West Indies as part of Admiral Benbow’s detachment. There, in the Caribbean Islands he received his Letter of Marque. He gathered a team of desperate sea robbers and on the captured 20-gun brigantine called “Lucky” he started quartering the Caribbean Sea hunting for Spanish ships. Harry was devilish lucky and got the nickname “Great Sea”. But after conclusion of the Utrecht Peace Treaty in 1713, the War of the Spanish Succession began to decline and soon completely ceased.
The English crown no longer needed the services of privateers and the Letter of Marque was cancelled. Having spent several months with the crew on land mucking around and squandering on drink all the loot at Tortuga taverns, he hit the bottom. And one night, waken up from a drunken stupor the former privateer trader suddenly realized he needed to act. Confidently and hard.
Same night, having gathered old and faithful friends from taverns, he returned himself the ship. The experienced rogue declared war on everyone and started fighting for himself, his crew and his marine brotherhood. Now they hunted Spanish, English, French and Dutch ships. His small squadron consisting of the 40-gun frigate “Sea Sorceress”, the 20-gun brigantine “Lucky” and the 14-gun schooner “Vixen” first plowed the expanses of the Caribbean Sea terrifying the whole Spanish Main. Later, hunting for rich trade caravans, he raided across the Atlantic into the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea.
Commemorating the first captured English ship, Harry the Great Sea keeps a silver spoon with a monogram of detestable Anna I Stuart - the queen whom he served faithfully for so many years and who didn’t appreciate his merits. The sea vagabond liked using golden and silver Spanish doubloons and French louis d'ors from the captured ships as a decoration on his clothes.
Inseparable from the pirate was an old faithful friend who knew all his secrets and whom he infinitely trusted because that could not speak ... That was old as boatswain’s boots from Admiral Benbow’s squadron ship rat named Black Willie. And there were things to tell...
Friends betrayed Harry, women cheated on him, he suffered defeats in battles but nothing could change his cheerful and mischievous character or break his faith in himself and those who remained with him till the end. Only wisdom c
ame with years.
Year 1715. There is still life in the old dog yet and the wicks of pirate gunners on ships salted by sea winds have not gone out. Audacious sea robber he laughs the death in the face again: “Come on, let’s see who wins this time?”.
Video: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1-nkx1BFSj2h2PLMlGRMPPvumcAtN7NHT
The story of a pirate
It was 1715. The wars tearing Europe apart in the last century have reached the New World. The golden age of piracy verged to a close...
Harry was born in the English seaport city of Bristol. His childhood passed amid the bustle of the port, smell of fish, rotting algae and unfriendly Bristol Bay, in a constant struggle for life. It was then that the boy learned to value loyalty and fidelity of people, their ability to cover one’s back in a confrontation with numerous enemies. Now the time came and he, young and besotted with the romanticism of sea adventures, succeeded to slip onto the merchant ship of the East India Company. A good many times his shoulders bore a heavy boatswain’s hand but he faced up all challenges, and with back-breaking labor proved his stay on the ship and became a sea boy. Sailors loved the guy for his cheerful, mischievous character and ability make a joke of the whole thing. Brought up by harsh routine ship life and experienced sailors, he did not lose his facetious temper.
The years rolled by. Over time, campaigns at merchant ships ceased to stir his blood and he went to serve in the Royal Navy. He was on the decks of many warships. In 1692, under William III of Orange, Harry participated in the battle of the English fleet with the French squadron at Barfleur and La Hougue. Under the rule of Her Majesty Queen Anne I Stuart he fought Spaniards and French in the War of the Spanish Succession. It was during this war, called Queen Anne's War, that our hero got to West Indies as part of Admiral Benbow’s detachment. There, in the Caribbean Islands he received his Letter of Marque. He gathered a team of desperate sea robbers and on the captured 20-gun brigantine called “Lucky” he started quartering the Caribbean Sea hunting for Spanish ships. Harry was devilish lucky and got the nickname “Great Sea”. But after conclusion of the Utrecht Peace Treaty in 1713, the War of the Spanish Succession began to decline and soon completely ceased.
The English crown no longer needed the services of privateers and the Letter of Marque was cancelled. Having spent several months with the crew on land mucking around and squandering on drink all the loot at Tortuga taverns, he hit the bottom. And one night, waken up from a drunken stupor the former privateer trader suddenly realized he needed to act. Confidently and hard.
Same night, having gathered old and faithful friends from taverns, he returned himself the ship. The experienced rogue declared war on everyone and started fighting for himself, his crew and his marine brotherhood. Now they hunted Spanish, English, French and Dutch ships. His small squadron consisting of the 40-gun frigate “Sea Sorceress”, the 20-gun brigantine “Lucky” and the 14-gun schooner “Vixen” first plowed the expanses of the Caribbean Sea terrifying the whole Spanish Main. Later, hunting for rich trade caravans, he raided across the Atlantic into the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea.
Commemorating the first captured English ship, Harry the Great Sea keeps a silver spoon with a monogram of detestable Anna I Stuart - the queen whom he served faithfully for so many years and who didn’t appreciate his merits. The sea vagabond liked using golden and silver Spanish doubloons and French louis d'ors from the captured ships as a decoration on his clothes.
Inseparable from the pirate was an old faithful friend who knew all his secrets and whom he infinitely trusted because that could not speak ... That was old as boatswain’s boots from Admiral Benbow’s squadron ship rat named Black Willie. And there were things to tell...
Friends betrayed Harry, women cheated on him, he suffered defeats in battles but nothing could change his cheerful and mischievous character or break his faith in himself and those who remained with him till the end. Only wisdom c
ame with years.Year 1715. There is still life in the old dog yet and the wicks of pirate gunners on ships salted by sea winds have not gone out. Audacious sea robber he laughs the death in the face again: “Come on, let’s see who wins this time?”.
Video: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1-nkx1BFSj2h2PLMlGRMPPvumcAtN7NHT
