The Brigantine "The Muses Call" (originally christened "The Tarantula") was acquired in a poker game off the British coast of Penzance by Cap'n Po (who managed in that same game to lose the deed to both Tremorden Castle *and* the indentures from some guy named Fred-something-or-other...)

            While they are by inclination a peaceful crew and ship (preferring to use charm, guile, humor and redi-whip) they none-the-less are known for rapier-sharp wit.. and witty use of the rapier.  When not actively engaged in the defence of the local border ("pre-emptive maritime salvage operations") the Muses Call functions as both the dedicated transport for a small motley troupe of Artistes (Thespians, Bards, Scribes, Commedia, etc...) and the private yacht of Their Excellencies, the Baron and Baroness of Endless Hills (it's easier to humor them than argue! -Heh, heh, heh...)

            For their efforts in keeping the local waterways and ports free of compet- uhhh... marauding bands of pirates, the "Muses Call" (as part of the AEtlantic Sea Dawgs Fleet) was issued a Letter of Marque by Their Most Understanding and Forgiving (and Most Easily Entertained) Sylvan Majesties of Aethelmearc, King Henri II and Queen Elena.  <Your Majesties- if you should happen to be reading this and find this insufficiently flattering, please let us know, we can pile it deeper... heh, heh, heh...>

            While several of the crew refuse to be identified by name or photo (the witness-protection-program is a wonderful thing- isn't it, Your Honor?) Those openly onboard as crew or cargo include:

Cap'n Po: (aka Lord Po, that damned Rogue, the Silver-Tongue'd Devil, Yakkomouche, His Verbosity and a number of less-repeatable non-de-plumes)... Captain/Director/Chief scapegoat, Boarding Party and straightman.   The less said/admitted about Po's history the better, Your Honor....

His Excellency, Baron Gunnar of the Endless Hills: (aka Baron Swishy-poke, Pig-rider, Lefty)   First Mate, Recruitment Officer & Boarding Party.   In his sober moments Baron Gunnar labors under the misapprehension that he's somehow in-charge, we try to keep him less sober than that- though in the absence of Mead he can also be distracted by Horse-flesh, Fencing or Archery equipment, and of course, his ultimate distraction, Her Excellency Barbary Rose....

Her Excellency, Baroness Barbary Rose of the Endless Hills: (aka "The Sane One.. ok- the Saner One....)  Ship's Scribe/Ship's Seamstress.  Onboard mostly to permit herself first pickings on fabric, jewelry and other valuables that "become available"...  Even if you dodge the rapiers of the rest of the crew- beware her swift needlework!    "Oooh! Shiny!"

Attila Di'Medici: (aka ???) Quartermaster, Boarding Party and general Factotum.  Unofficially on loan from the East Kingdom (or is it mayhaps "on the run" from the East Kingdom?  We're not sure.  and we're not asking... how's that for plausible deniability?)  Rumor has it that Attilla was indentured onto the "Muses Call" to insure he spent time away from the rest of the Di'Medici's- One wonders what bribe or distraction was offered to him to lure him on-board....  and why his own family was that eager to wave goodbye?  hmmmmm...

Fiona Freckl'dbottom: (aka Minionette, HenchWench and/or "wow! that's the most Brunette I've ever seen a Blonde!") Cabin Gal, Boarding Party, Laboratory Assistant, Comic Relief and Distraction (remember Attila and his bribe? look no further....)   Another East Kingdom refugee/transportee....  Don't let the eternally smiling and personable Fionna fool you- beneath that freckl'd exterior lies the heart of a smiling and personable pirate who has already kept you from noticing the disappearance of your wallet... and your horse... and your sword... and your clothing... (thank you!)

Lord Will Death: (Big Willie D)  Sargeant-at-arms: Boarding Party.  An Inter-Kingdom man of mystery, Lord Will is known more for the questions he leaves in his wake ("Hey, who left all these dead bodies strewn around?", "Where did the Bragging-Stick disappear to this week?" and "Wow, who's stylish enough to have matching armor bags for his Rapier and Rattan gear?") than for the occasional answers he provides ("Well brother, I am the man, the champ. The man with the 16" of bragging stick all to himself.")   Stories that Po befriended Will by removing a thorn from his paw are apocryphal, claims that Will can be defeated only by a crowd of angry torch-bearing villagers are inaccurate, and the legend that Will (Deleted under advice from Lord Will's legal defence.) is merely exaggeration...

We *could* reveal the identities of more of the crew... but why make it any easier to identify us?  We'd only have to kill you...  "Y'arrrr!"