"PIRATES DRIVEN ASHORE IN YACHT," Vancouver Sun. November 15, 1912. Page 3.
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Makura Brings News of Daring Attempt of Five Men to Make for Solomons.
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STORM PREVENTS ESCAPE
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After Stealing Supplies and Craft Gale Sends Them Into Arms of the Police.
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Five pirates were captured near Brisbane through being driven ashore in a storm just when they had made plans for a successful escape with a stolen forty-two-foot yawl, with which they intended going to the Solomon islands, according to advices brought on the Canadian-Australian liner Makura, which arrived at Vancouver this week. The men were caught by the police a couple of days before the Makura left Sydney.
The pirates began stealing stores and firearms in Brisbane from different merchants and after securing what they needed for a long cruise stole an automobile. In the latter they conveyed their loot to the auxiliary yawl, Dora, owned by Mr. John McTaggart, and moored in Brisbane harbor. Hastily cutting loose from the moorings the five freebooters sailed out to the open sea, but their piratical cruise did not last much over a day.
Had Read "Treasure Island."
The barometer had dropped shortly after the signal station at Cape Moreton had reported the craft was passing out to sea and thereafter a gale began to blow directly on shore. It is reported that the pirates, who had secured a good store of rum from one merchant, were singing as they passed the cape, their ditty being the famous pirate song and chorus:
"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest;
Yo ho, and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil have done for the rest
Yo ho, and a bottle of rum."
The quintette could not have sung for very long, however, as they were soon at their wits' end trying to keep the craft from being driven ashore.
One of the number had recently lived in the Solomon islands and had fired the imagination of the rest with stories of restful realms under palms. The all knew that no regular steamer would leave Australia for the islands inside of a month and they had planned well. The rough weather which had set in, however, proved too much for the small yacht, which was beaten back to the coast.
The owners of the yacht, the automobile and the stolen goods, accompanied by a number of police, set out to capture the boat and men. While one party went by rail along the shore line the rest chartered the steamer Albatross and set out in pursuit. The chase did not last long, however, as the five men were driven ashore near a lighthouse.
They told conflicting stories to the lighthouse keeper, who detained them until the police arrived and took them back to Brisbane to jail. The suspicions of the lighthouse keeper had been aroused by seeing the name of the stranded yacht painted out, and although he knew nothing of the piracy the delay he caused them gave the shore patrol its chance to find the men.
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Lone wolf turned pack wolf, but is still the only one remembered in history.
Name: Damon
He/Him
Species: Lucario
-Lived in the 5th century. During his lifetime, he witnessed not only the birth of mystery dungeons, but Dark Matter’s first onslaught to the Pokemon World.
-He was a Lucario that lived on the Air Continent. He grew up mostly in solitude, as was customary for Riolu and Lucario at the time.
-He was rather stoic. It was hard to get a read on him and most Pokemon initially thought of him as cold before getting to know him. He deeply valued the Pokemon around him.
-He was the first Pokemon ever documented to have cleared a mystery dungeon. He had seen a Caterpie wander into a forming dungeon and ran into the dungeon to save it. He decided that as long as these dungeons were infecting the land, he would diligently save each Pokemon that had found themselves trapped in the dungeon. He would use his aura to track the Pokemon and determine the floor they were on.
-Due to the scale of his task, he would enlist other Pokemon to help him. He would form groups of four to go into the dungeons, and send other Pokemon he trusted into the dungeons he couldn’t access.
-He became an inspiration to the still-budding Pokemon society. Other Pokemon decided to form their own teams to help Pokemon lost in the dungeons.
-He was not the founder of the rescue team federation. However, it was formed in his honor, and he did help with some of the structure. He was kind of flustered about the “Lucario Rank”.
-Damon was close to the Human and Mew. He was one of the few Pokemon that had avoided turning to stone and had assisted them in the battle against Dark Matter by using his aura. He served as a confidant to the pair. Mew was especially close to him, and when it was time to reincarnate, set his future form as a Riolu in his honor.
-His story is heavily dramatized in books and legends in the present day. In Rescue Team’s time, he had been dead for 100 years and was regarded as an important historical figure
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"LESTER TELLS STORY OF JAPANESE MURDER," Victoria Daily Times. December 23, 1913. Page 18.
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Alleges Van Horst Shot Yedo Swaga Thrice in the Back
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BODY WAS THEN CAST OVERBOARD BY THEM
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Witness Said He Obeyed Because He Was Afraid of Being Killed
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Vancouver, Dec. 23 - Grasping the edge of the witness box until the sinews of his hands stood out like whipcords, and his knuckles whitened against the tightened skin until they matched the pallor of his face, James Lester, hesitating and halting in his speech, stammered out before Magistrate Alexander in the provincial court this morning, his story of the murder of Yedo Ogowa, a Japanese fisherman.
The murder took place on the Japanese fishing boat during a stormin the middle of the Gulf of Georgia, while the boat was tossed about by the sea with engines pounding. According to the story told by Lester, he and the man who, he alleges, committed the murder, George Van Horst, rolled the body over the side of the boat, where it sank, weighted down by a bag of sand ballast.
Lester, who is of English birth, declared that he met Van Horst several months ago, and being "broke," had then been befriended by him. He helped around Van Horst's grocery store on Powell street, and finally aided in the burglaries that the grocer was committing.
On November 1, Lester said, he, Van Horst and a man named Smith went out to Point Grey in a row-boat to where a large quantity of the loot gained in the burglaries was cached. The next day they went to Eburne without Smith, and Van Horst secured a horas and rig, which Lester drove back to the hiding place.
On the morning of November 4, Van Horst bargained with Owaga, a Japanese fisherman, whom they had met at Eburne, to convey them to Nanaimo in his launch. The price agreed upon was $17. That morning about ten o'clock, having transferred all of the stolen goods to the launch, they started for Vancouver island.
"About two o'clock," Lester declared, "I was sitting in the stern, when Van Horst came to me from the bow of the boat. He had had an argument with the Japanese about the direction we should take, and be says to me I'm going to run this boat myself and I'm going to get that Jap.
"The Japanese was at the wheel in the cabin at the bow of the boat at the time," the witness continued, "and Van Horst went forward and sat in the doorway with his feet Inside of the cabin. From the stern I saw him draw his gun and fire three shots. I could not see the Japanese fall.
"He called me and I went forward."
"What did in say when he called?" asked Crown Prosecutor W. M. McKay.
"Come on in here and get busy. I got him."
"I went forward," Lester continued, "and went into the cabin. I took him - the Jap - by the feet and Van Hurst had him by the shoulders, and we took and hauled him out on the deck.
"He was covered with blood all over his face and head. He had been shot down as he was at the wheel, and hit in the head."
"Shot from behind without a chance to defend himself?" asked Crown Prosecutor McKay.
The witness did not answer.
"Van Horst told me to get a sack of ballast and tie it around the Jap's waist. I did so, and he told me to search him. I leaned over and pulled this watch (pointing to an exhibit from the dead man's pocket and laid it on top of the cabin. We rolled the body over the side of the boat, We never saw it again."
"Were the engines stopped at this point?"
"No, it was too rough to stop the engines - it was very rough."
"In the Jap's pocket in the cabin we found $17. I searched the coat and found the money. I gave the greater part of it to Van Horst - over half of it. The watch I put into my valise."
"Why did you do these things? Why did you assist in putting the body over board and in searching the pockets?" Mr. McKay questioned.
The witness smiled a weak, cowardly smile.
"I was afraid," he murmured, "that I would get what the Jap got if I did not."
"Van Horst had a revolver, that one there. That is the one that he fired the shots with, and I did not have any gun. There ware four on board the boat, but they were in the valise."
Continuing his story, Lester told of how after reaching the shelter of the islands through Poriler Pass, the engines broke down and until daylight they drifted about amongst the islands. About 4 o'clock they landed at Beaver Point, and immediately they reached shoes an attempt was made to scuttle the boat by piling it full of stones.
This was unsuccessful, and an effort was made to scuttle it by chopping through the planking. Three of the five bulkheads held and the craft remained afloat. Another effort was made to overload it, and more stones were secured, but the attempt was a failure. Then the gasoline tank was punctured, and after the fuel had drained from the tanks Van Horst, the witness said, asked him to set it on fire.
"I did not want to do it, and we had an argument, but after a while I said A would, and it a match. An explosion occurred, and I was blown into the water, but managed to swim to a rowboat.
Lester corroborated the evidence called by the crown in connection with the burning launch, and told how Detective Sergeant MeLood had been instrumental in working up the present charge of murder from the blood-stained chart and the watch that had was discovered by the detectives in his valise.
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As... Often happens. I am thinking about Mary The Mother Of Jesus. And just... Fucking hell man, her story is awful.
We pray the Seven Sorrows of Mary but.
In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, amen. I offer this rosary to meditate on your Holy Mother, the Blessed Virgin, to meditate upon her suffering.
The first sword of her sorrow: That in the night and without asking permission, she was impregnated by one who wanted a Son, who never asked if she did too, just trusted that as she was Born Without Sin, she must (Because good girls do).
The second sword of her sorrow: That this rapist sends someone to speak for him, with a terrible visage, who tells her that she must be joyful about being pregnant. If she has space to argue that she doesn't want to be pregnant, it isn't recorded. "Let it be done unto me as according to Your word" - Like a student to a teacher, a prisoner to a guard, Europa to the bull; "She didn't say no" just means she's scared of their power to ruin her life.
The third sword of her sorrow: The violation of having this pregnancy, not of her choice, and having it changing her body against her will. Being not even a teenager, not even able to enjoy having a fully-grown body yet, and having that slow discovery stolen from her by the sudden painful and nauseating changes of a pregnancy. Traditions differ on wheher Mary ever had other children, or whether she died a virgin - I wouldn't blame her, if she never let Joseph touch her. With this being her first introduction to the whole idea, her autonomy taken away from her in the most public and indisputable way, before she ever had a chance to find out what she wanted, if she wanted it, with someone she loved and trusted - It must have taken a lot of work and patience for her to feel like her body was her own again.
The fourth sword of her sorrow - Having to come to her community with her unwed pregnancy, with her betrothed insisting that it wasn’t his, no matter how noble he promises to be about it, to divorce her "quietly". Those few hours or days before he agreed to marry her again, the whispering campaign that probably spread for years after anyway.
The fifth sword of her sorrow: Carrying this pregnancy as it got heavier, having to make the journey to Bethlehem - On a normal betrothal timescale, she wouldn’t have been married by time of the census, she wouldn’t have been pregnant, she wouldn’t have had to make the trip in pain and exhausted. How much else in those nine months was a mess, and what about afterwards, when Mary is just any other new-mother, learning to live with drip incontinence and all the other joys of postpartum, before she's out of her teens. God sacrifices his son, but he sacrifices Mary first. When Jesus was older, and knew His destiny, did Him and Mary ever talk about the cruelty of God inflicting all this pain on their mortal bodies, without ever knowing quite how much He was asking?
The sixth sword of her sorrow: Giving birth, aged about 13, in a barn, with no midwife, no family with her, no chance of help, not even an older sister or a mum to coach her through it, just shitting and bleeding and screaming in the stall with the other livestock whose birthing was arranged by a distant manager. Who knows how she felt cutting the umbilical cord, or did Joseph help? Was he surprised that it's not like cutting the fat off a cooked lamb chop, its more like cutting the hock off the joint, it takes a bit of effort, it's slippery and bloody. Did she know to expect the afterbirth? Was it clean? Did one of the cows lick it up off the ground, like how they often eat their own placenta too, recognising the thousands of calories of effort and flesh and blood and months of pain it represents?
And the seventh sword: That straight away this baby isn't *hers*, it's forever linked to the one who forced it on her, everyone she sees for the next few days (for the rest of her life, but lets not get to that) as this bare teenage girl tries to recover from being ripped from minge to arsehole tells her how wonderful it is that this is happening to her, how beautiful, how miraculous.
Blessed are the barren, the wombs that never carried and the tits that never fed.
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