30 — Pirates

Juan Perez de Pedilla – 22 July 1355

The wind howled and the seas churned in the narrow channel between the Corduan reef and the mainland of Medoc at the mouth of the Garronne estuary. Dirty grey clouds fringed the horizon, hiding all but the thinnest line of even darker grey indicating the extremities of land reaching out on either side of the Gironde estuary.

La Fierté du Medoc tipped disturbingly as a sudden gust of wind caught the sails. The ship’s bow then dipped as it smashed through three waves of ever-increasing size. Spray soaked the ship’s deck but the four men huddled inside the wheelhouse were well protected. They watched the helmsman’s every move.

Juan glanced outward as seagulls soared past, screaming their defiance at the wind and possibly at the ship. The timbers of the ship answered with their own version of a scream.

The Prince chuckled as he swayed from side to side, struggling to regain his balance. “Not quite what I envisaged for a summers day but possibly exactly the kind of day I needed for what I want to do.

Juan smiled mirthlessly, It was not what he had wanted to do today or any other day for that matter.

To take his mind off the heaving sea he thought back to the previous afternoon, which had been as pleasant as today was unpleasant.

He had then taken part in the mini-pageant by which Alyse in her role as Ximene Trencavel had been presented to the citizens… carefully chosen citizens, of Royan. To his amazement, he had been introduced as the “Court Chronicler” not just the “chronicler”.

He was pulled out of his reverie by the Prince’s voice.

He was pointing to the recently constructed tower on the reef at Cordouan. ‘Now, Juan, despite the poor visibility behind the Cordouan tower, it is possible to see the towers we have just installed at Pointe de Valliers and Pointe de Graves To the north is another tower at La Coubre and to the south a tower at Hourtin. We cannot see them right now, but they would be visible on a day with slightly better visibility. So… These five towers during the day will fly my pennant and at night will be lit by braziers. Sailors will be able to find the mouth of the estuary safely under almost all conditions. and as you saw yesterday there are then other markers all the way to Bordeaux. Helmsman, take us to the Estuary.’

An hour and a half later, having made a successful entry to the estuary, the Prince ordered the boat to turn around so that he might carry out a second entry via the northern channel close to the tower which had been built at La Coubre. Inwardly Juan groaned. If anything the weather had worsened.

Once they reached the open sea the Prince ordered a change of course which took them north towards the Ile d’Oleron.

Grey clouds hung low over the water and then out of one of them a ship emerged, bearing down on the La Fierté du Medoc. the helmsman shouted an alarm. “Pirates! Pirates!”. The helmsman pulled the wheel hard over to head further out to sea, screaming at the deck hands to trim the sails. The Pirate ship did its best to cut across the bow of the La Fierté du Medoc.but the prompt action of the helmsman and the fast response of the deckhands meant that the Pirates missed their target, falling no more than one hundred feet short, close enough for the two crews to hurl profanities at each other.

‘What were they trying to do’ Juan shouted the question to no one in particular.

Joshua Blount replied instantly. ‘Standard tactics, they would have changed tack at the last instant and pushed our bow around so that they came up alongside us. They are from Castile and their ships are designed to allow them to do that. They would have pulled us in using grappling hooks and boarded us. Every man for himself. These pirate ships have relatively large crews, we would have been overwhelmed.

The fast reactions of my crew saved us from that. Oh! Look what they are doing now; positioning themselves in the channel to block any attempt to re-enter the estuary. That means there will be another ship somewhere out here. If we were to delay our re-entry we would be attacked again.’

He glanced around and pointed at the shadowy shape of another ship emerging from the clouds.

John felt fear for perhaps the first time in his life. ‘So what are you going to do.’

‘Take the cowardly way out.’ Joshua left the wheelhouse shouting as he went. ‘ Raise the Pennant’

Two minutes later a black and red striped pennant flew at the masthead .

Joshua returned to the wheelhouse. He grinned at the Prince. ‘The lighthouses work well, sire. Thanks to the lighthouses we can set a course direct for Royan. We can sail as close to the pirate as we want. That pennant gives us safe passage. I should really have set it yesterday.

The Prince stared at Joshua. ‘Safe passage, Why? Because I am on board?’

Joshua’s grin broadened. ‘ Sorry to disappoint you sire, but no, we have the pennant as part of the tax paid to the pirates by the traders and masters of Bordeax.’  He chuckled. ‘If they had known you were on board they would probably have attacked us anyway . They could have claimed a huge ransom for you.’

As soon as they tied up in the harbour at Royan. The Prince grabbed both Joshua and Juan by the arm and marched them, steely-eyed to his cabin. There were only two seats in the cabin so Juan ended up leaning against the cabin wall.

The Prince’s voice grated with emotion. ‘Why was I not told. No. Never mind it’s not important. Joshua these Pirates are from Castile? ‘

‘Yes, they operate out of San Sebastian, Bilbao and La Corunna’

‘All three?’

‘Yes , I believe so.’

The Prince shook his head. ‘It’s important. if they operate out of all three it means someone is coordinating all this.’

‘ All three.’

‘And the tax?’

‘One payment, for the whole port, every three  months’

‘How is it collected’

‘From one of the traders. A different trader each time. He is told which pennant to fly for the next month. He makes the payment and then collects the contributions from everyone else. Once he is paid he then tells them which pennant to use.’

‘ Who does he pay?’

‘It is a bit of a performance. You have seen the fishing huts on poles  in Arcachon Bay?’


‘ One of them is in a poor state of repair and is no longer used. The payment must be left there. Before you ask, no one has ever seen how the payment is  picked up, but they have a way. The hut is in one of the most remote parts of the bay.’

The Prince sighed. ‘How long has this been going on?’

‘Ten years, twenty years. I honestly don’t know, but it was one of the first things I was told about when I started sailing to Bordeaux.’

‘You have been working with me for over two years and you didn’t think to tell me?’

‘Sorry I didn’t. you are not a ship’s master or a trader, I did not think it would be your concern.’

The Prince’s eyes glinted with anger. ‘Let me tell you.  Everything which affects the welfare of Bordeaux or Aquitaine is my concern. Juan,  go to Arcachon. Pretend to be writing a piece for your chronicle about the contribution the oyster farming makes to the economy. Interview the leading citizens about nothing in particular but what I really want you to do is see if you can find out who collects the fee. You have a Castilian accent, you are Castilian, perhaps someone will give themselves away. 

 One way or another I am going to break this evil trade. I will promise you this, if the only way is to invade northern Castile and take control of these ports then I will do so. If necessary, I will sink every ship in all three harbours.










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Extract from The Prisoner of Foix--Chapter 43 -The EntranceNo need to buy a Kindle. Read it on your computer or tablet

John Stanley-26th April 1355


'Looks like we are going to see a bit of excitement, John. The Captain tried to get an agreement from the Prince that if there is surf running across the channel to Arcachon we will turn back to Bordeaux, but the Prince would hear none of it. Instead, he has offered to provide insurance for all three ships. If they are damaged or sunk, the owners will be compensated and every sailor who makes the passage will be given a bounty payment. What none of this seems to take into account is that if we sink in rough, fast-flowing waters we might all drown.'

John raised his eyebrows. 'But that is what we are going to do?'

'Yes, despite the fact that surf running accross the entrance is not uncommon and the deep water channel moves continually. In the end, the Prince attacked their captains on their weakest point, their professional pride! He threw down the gauntlet. He offered to take the Sally first through the channel, and to take control during the passage.' He raised his brow. 'We are going into the Bay of Arcachon, come what may! '

Extract from The Eagle of Carcassone -- Chapter 24-- A Real GoddessNo need to buy a Kindle. Read it on your computer or tablet

John Stanley - 22 July 1355

An hour later John walked with Ximene close to the river along the valley below St Feriole. It was the very essence of a summer’s day. The sun was fierce but in the shadow of the trees, it was cool and fragrant. The trees and shrubs along the riverbank hid their progress, from the Château, from St Feriole.

Eventually they reached a point where John thought it was safe to emerge from cover. To his satisfaction the stream extended into a pool with a sandy beach, shaded by trees. Where the stream entered the pool there was a flat grassy area, almost circular. Behind this, the bulk of two mountain ridges provided a splendid backdrop. He looked around once more ‘Not just a good training ground but a great training ground. If the Greek heroes knew about this they might be tempted to join me, to train with me’

Ximene laughed out loud. He turned to look at her. She had removed her outer clothes and was wearing a white chemise, cut short so that it barely reached her knees. Around her waist, she wore a plaited leather belt, obviously fashioned from the multitude of leather straps to be found in the tackle room.

She ran her hands down over her breasts. ‘When you were unconscious I heard you muttering about gods and goddesses, so  I have decided that from now on, for you, I will be the goddess.’

The Prisoner of FoixVol 1 of the series—The Treasure of Trencavel

Aquitaine, an English possession, is in crisis. It is under threat from neighbouring nations and internal dissension.

The Black Prince, King Edward III’s eldest son has been given the task of taking command in Aquitaine.

Suddenly there is an opportunity. Ximene Trencavel is the heiress to the lands of Occitan, to the east of Aquitaine: lands controlled by the Franks. Ximene wants independence, both for herself and for Occitan.

A union between Aquitaine and Occitan would be mutually beneficial. The Black Prince undertakes a secret journey to meet Ximene to negotiate a marriage contract. It is, however, a marriage neither of them really wants.

Meanwhile, the  Franks plot to murder Ximene to prevent ,not just the marriage, but any kind of union between England and Occitan.

The Eagle Of CarcassonneVol II of the series—The Treasure of Trencavel

The loose alliance between Ximene Trencavel and the Black Prince is under threat.

The Prince invades Occitan, to show his support for Ximene but it becomes an invasion which creates more problems than it solves.

The Prince has fallen hopelessly in love with Joan of Kent and Joan is now determined to marry him and become the next Queen of England.

Joan is therefore  determined to convince Ximene that she should not marry the Prince.

Part of her strategy is to encourage Ximene’s relationship with John Stanley—one of the Princes bodyguards—not an easy task as both John and Ximene have doubts about their compatibility.

However, John is grievously injured in a battle and Ximene commits herself to nurse him back to health.