Short jacket and white trousers this young girl she put on
And like a gallant seaman bold went roving through the town.
She did sign on with our Captain Blare a sailor for to be
And it was to seek her own true love all on the raging sea…

Ballads and stories about girls who dressed as boys and went to sea are part of our maritime culture, and are based on fact.  Hannah Snell, Mary Anne Talbot, Mary Lacy, and Jeanne Baret, are some of the more well-known 18th century women who were successful in their shipboard masquerades.  We’ll never know how many women actually chose this way of life because we only hear about those who were found out — usually due to injury or punishment in the line of duty!

How many women during the age of sail do I think dressed as boys or men and went to sea? (Or, as in the case of Mary Lacey, became a shipwright, “to whom the Government granted a superannuated pension of twenty pounds per annum, during her life.”)  Perhaps not a very great number — but I’ll bet there were quite a few more than have been noted in the official records.

As Samuel Johnson said, “Being in a ship is being in prison, with the chance of being drowned.”  So, why on earth would a woman put herself in such an uncomfortable and potentially dangerous situation?  For love?  Perhaps, but methinks more joined up for the the steady paycheck (though in a-rears), the lodging, the hammock, the three square meals and the chance for prize the navy offered.  Though a sailor’s life was hard and dangerous, so were the workhouses, the prisons and the waterfronts where the girls who had resorted to prostitution plied their trade.   If a young maid was in search of love, it was probably because her missing beau had been pressed into service and she had not heard from him, nor had she received any support from him!

Another reason may have been for the adventure and opportunity a ship offers.  I fell for that one myself…  But then, I confess, I have an ongoing shipboard romance with a sailor named Bob, who happens to be my husband.  And come to think of it, Bob is the one who introduced me to sailing.  But that’s another story!

  I thank Gavin Atkin for including this ballad sung by A.J.Lloyd on his blog, where I discovered it.

I’m so happy to have the chance to revise and republish Star-Crossed as Barbados Bound; book one of the Patricia MacPherson Nautical Adventure Series!  Last week I received the reversion of rights from Random House, and today I emailed the revised manuscript to Fireship Press.  I’m going to include a preface, explaining the title change.  Something like this:

Barbados Bound

 Author’s preface

 Barbados Bound was first published by Alfred A. Knopf as Star-Crossed.  I wrote it as adult historical fiction, to explore what it might have been like to have been a young woman down on her luck, aboard an 18th century ship.  Not as a passenger — but as part of the crew.

My curiosity had been piqued after my husband and I spent three weeks as voyage crewmembers aboard HM Bark Endeavour, a working replica of Captain Cook’s renowned ship of exploration.   As crew, we were taught everything we needed to know about sailing the ship by our superior officers.  Our duties included standing our rotating, four-hour watches, during which we climbed aloft to make or reduce sail, kept a look-out for other vessels, and took our turns at the helm.  When not on watch we were assigned cleaning and maintenance duties, and at night strung our hammocks from the deckhead, just as British seamen did for centuries.  Although Endeavour was equipped with a few modern conveniences Cook didn’t have, she was a time machine for my imagination.   While standing watch, or at the helm, I found myself thinking that if I could perform these tasks alongside my mates (perhaps a quarter of whom were women like me) then surely there was truth to the stories about women dressing as men and working aboard ships during the age of sail.

During the three weeks I was an 18th century sailor, we sailed Endeavour across the northern Pacific Ocean, from Vancouver to Hawaii.  When I disembarked in Kona, I carried with me the seeds for a story — though there was years of research to be done while writing it.  The story I wanted to write was not about the Endeavour or Captain Cook, but it would take place on a vessel similar to the Endeavour.

Orion Rising was the working title for this story, written from the view point of a young woman who stows herself away in order to get to Barbados.  It was published as Star-Crossed by Alfred A. Knopf in 2006, and marketed as a young adult novel.  Although I didn’t write it for a teenaged market, I was honored when the New York Public Library chose it to be among the Books for the Teen Age – 2007.

Star-Crossed went out of print in 2011.   Fireship Press has republished it as adult historical fiction — the first novel in the Patricia MacPherson Nautical Adventure Series.

I have taken this opportunity  to correct a few minor historical inaccuracies – and to make a few other revisions, as authors are wont to do.  I have also put back in some of the original wording that was changed for a young adult readership.  Finally, I have retitled it because I always felt the title Star-Crossed (Knopf’s choice) was more indicative of a romance novel rather than a historical adventure story.  Although the working title was Orion rising, I feel Barbados Bound better reflects the spirit of the story.

I am very grateful to Tom Grunder, the founder of Fireship Press, who wanted to publish Barbados Bound as the first book in a series about a woman who goes to sea in the age of sail, and who published Surgeon’s Mate; book two of the Patricia MacPherson Nautical Adventure Series in 2011.  Tom didn’t live to see Barbados Bound  under the Fireship label, but I am greatly indebted to him.  I appreciate the support and editorial guidance he gave me while he was alive.

by J. Dennis Robinson

 

“To this day, we don’t really know who won the War of 1812.  According to Jamie Trost, a naval history enthusiast who has captained Lynx in both Pacific and Atlantic waters, there are three answers.  Trost says:

The British perspective is:  What war?  They barely acknowledge it happened.  The Canadian perspective is:  America attacked, Canada defended, and America retreated no less than 13 times.  The American perspective is: We don’t remember much about that war, but we’re damn sure that we won it.”

– from America’s Privateer; Lynx and the War of 1812 by J. Dennis Robinson

 

That’s the average American for you! (Like Sweet Baby James used to sing, Don’t know much about history, don’t know much biology…)  I don’t pretend to be a historian either, but I damn sure am working on it!

I was born in Baltimore where everybody knows at least one thing about the largely forgotten War of 1812 –  that Francis Scott Key wrote a poem while detained on a British ship during the bombardment of Fort McHenry; a poem that would be printed in newspapers, sung to the tune of an English drinking song and voted our National Anthem more than a hundred years later, in 1931.  I admit to becoming emotionally labile whenever I hear The Star-Spangled Banner sung at the beginning of a baseball game or at the Superbowl half-time show, I’ve been known to tear up.  (Another song I learned growing up in Maryland was The Battle of New Orleans:  In 1814 we took a little trip, along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip’We took a little bacon and we took a little beans and fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans…  Again, the words of this song suggests that the rednecks not the redcoats won the battle, if not the war!)

This year, 2012, we commemorate the bicentennial of the War of 1812, a war fought for free trade and sailors’ rights, a war fought in part, by letters-of-marque and privateers.  For those of us who love ships and are interested in maritime tradition, the commemoration of this war will be a chance to rediscover history.

Having been aboard the schooner Lynx a few years ago, I was eager to buy this book when it came out.  Though the modern Lynx is not exactly a replica ship, nor is she a privateer, she is none-the-less an active “tall ship” (I dislike that dumbed-down term, but find myself using it!) that promotes traditional sailing and America’s maritime heritage in the 21st century.  On a day sail out of Kawaihae Harbor Bob and I helped raise sail, we listened to several crew members in period dress tell us about their duties and we witnessed a firing of one of the six-pounder carronades by a handy female gunner.

Aboard the Lynx, along the North Kohala Coast

America’s Privateer is a book about the “forgotten war” and the privateers who assisted America’s  fledgling navy.   It’s the story of the original Lynx, a licensed letter of marque “created to carry cargo swiftly under wartime conditions, and if need be, to run an enemy blockade or capture a ready prize” – and today’s Lynx,  inspired by and similar to the original –  custom-designed by legendary Melbourne Smith,  designer and builder of historical ships including the US Brig Niagra, Californian, builder of the Pride of Baltimore, designer of the Spirit of Massachusetts and Maryland Federalist, and a consultant for HM Bark Endeavour,

Today’s Lynx is the result of one wealthy adventurer’s dream, a man to whom history matters.  As any boat owner knows, boats are expensive to maintain, they are labors of love.  (I, for one, am glad Mr. Woods put his money into a sailing, living history museum rather than a racing yacht or a football team.)  The book, published by The Lynx Educational Foundation, tells the story of both Lynxes, why the war of 1812 matters and how today’s Lynx teaches maritime history and heritage.

Robinson says, “Today’s privateer Lynx is not on a mission to prove that America won the “Forgotten War,” but rather to remind us why we fight for liberty in the first place.  It is precisely because the War of 1812 is unfamiliar to all but a few naval history buffs, that it is the ideal backdrop for a fresh conversation about the very meaning of freedom.  Lynx is on a mission, we might say, to incite America to discussion.  The enemy this time is not the British, but our own complacency and forgetfulness…

Current attacks at sea bear a haunting similarity to those of the early 19th century.  Private security companies are at this moment trying to re-establish the “letter of marque” system that would allow privateers to take on 21st century pirates in Somalia and elsewhere” (pg. 148).

Will privateers make a come-back?  Should they?  Is it even possible in today’s world?  I don’t know, but America’s Privateer is a book to read and ponder and if you get the chance to sail aboard her, don’t pass it up.

A seaman pressed into service aboard the Lynx