Alfredo Heights (Tops'l Hand)Of Spanish extraction (and English insertion) this Spaniard with the lanyard experiences dizzy spells, hot flushes and shortness of breath the moment he sets foot on the rigging. Such simple pleasures should not be taken for granted on a long voyage...
Sam Minella (Cook)
Thrown out of the kitchen of every eatery in our home port of Exmouth, Sam transferred his cooking 'skills' to the Malarkey, the cue for the crew to resort to a diet composed entirely of ships biscuits and rum.
Dai Wright (Ship's Surgeon)Doc's acuity is like the blade of his osteotome and ensures that malingering is a thing of the past. The crew are hoping never to find out why he has been described as 'a cut above the rest'.
Billy Rowlocks (Oarsman)When 'tis time to lower a boat, Billy is always first-foot forward, ready to row us furiously to safety or danger alike (usually the latter) while recounting at frightening volume tales of salty sharks and dead horses!
Cameron Nails (Carpenter)Built like a sturdy English oak, Cameron is virtually indistinguishable from his usual surroundings in the broad waist of the ship.
Eamon Fyre (Gunner)Cross eyed and ham-handed as the ship's armourer and weapons instructor is, it is nothing short of a wonder that both he and those in his vicinity still have possession of all their own limbs and appendages.
Curly Quill (Bosun)Our Bosun writes with a fair fist, and a half decent foot. He has given his life to the sea, as well as most of his breakfast when it's wind over tide...
Canon Fodder (Chaplain)Either a shanghied clergyman as he claims, or an unfrocked cleric run away to sea, Bish's prayers for fair winds may be gloriously ineffective but tween-decks he successfully turns copious quantities of wine into water.
Albert Truss (Oarsman)With the strength of two men and the thirst of ten, Albert has been known to pull three oars in a single passage. That was a night to remember...
Wayne (The Anchorman)The Seven Seas, The Bounding Maine, The Twisted Bollard, The Pair of Rowlocks, The Rusty Bucket, The Comely Wench...there is not a single ale house in the world that this old sea dog hasn't frequented.
Mal Demaer (Swabbie)Hauled backwards out of the bushes while in a stupor, Mal has found the perfect role for himself in
taking on general duties and becoming a scrubber of some note for whom the passage of time has little
Helen Highwater (Heartbreaker)The handles she's pulled; the flagons she's filled ... and emptied. Helen appears often, stealing the limelight and representing all those wives and girlfriends who were left at home.
We cherish our fond and lasting memories of those with whom we have navigated past voyages and who have chosen to sail other waters or have left us for Heaven's Bar or Fiddlers' Green.
And we acknowledge with gratitude the support of our fantastic "Ladies Who Launch", who help us in so many ways.