- Joined
- Aug 21, 2011
“Captain” Gary Tibbedeaux was born and raised in the bayou country outside New Orleans. Though a young man, he spoke English, French, Spanish, and several creoles that were common in the Caribbean. He was small in stature, but strong and agile, and about as prickly and hard as roll of rusty barbed wire. Men feared him, and even his “friends” kept a pistol handy whenever they were near him. The ladies however were a different matter. He was well known as a lady’s man, being both generous with and protective of anyone of the fairer sex as he referred to them. He had killed many a man for even the slightest mistreatment of a girl or woman. His protection and comfort came with expectation, however, and so it was that “Tibbedeaux” as he was known, had a well deserved reputation and a scalawag and a very dangerous man.
Three years prior while working as the mate aboard the pirate vessel “Cajun Queen” he killed the captain for taking liberties with a barroom trollop he had brought aboard, and thus it was that he became “Captain” of his own vessel, and one of the most feared pirates in the gulf. He took shipping for plunder seemingly at will, and with little concern for anyone but himself. That was until that morning when his lookout spotted some debris floating in the almost calm sea. Laying across a few pieces of broken lumber was the body of a woman only partially clothed in the remains of a white dress. This much he knew, even from a distance, this was a woman of means, if she were still alive.
“Launch the long boat!” he ordered “see if she be living! And if she is bring her and put her in my cabin. Woe betide the man that takes any liberty mind you. I want her at her virginal best!” He said laughing.
Three years prior while working as the mate aboard the pirate vessel “Cajun Queen” he killed the captain for taking liberties with a barroom trollop he had brought aboard, and thus it was that he became “Captain” of his own vessel, and one of the most feared pirates in the gulf. He took shipping for plunder seemingly at will, and with little concern for anyone but himself. That was until that morning when his lookout spotted some debris floating in the almost calm sea. Laying across a few pieces of broken lumber was the body of a woman only partially clothed in the remains of a white dress. This much he knew, even from a distance, this was a woman of means, if she were still alive.
“Launch the long boat!” he ordered “see if she be living! And if she is bring her and put her in my cabin. Woe betide the man that takes any liberty mind you. I want her at her virginal best!” He said laughing.