Available during the Christmas event in 2016 (Nov 29th - Jan 20th, 2017).
John Taylor IEdit
|John Taylor I|
|Ships:||Sailing ( 1)|
|1||One day on riverside|
Do you need a ferry across the river? Or are you just enjoying the impressive London scenery? The view is wonderful from the other side too. For a small fee I will take you across.
|2||Not so common|
My name is John. I know, it's just the most common name there is. At least you won't forget it. Especially after what I am planning. Don't panic, I am not going to drown you.
|3||Road to fame|
I am planning an unusual trip, from London to the sea on a paper boat. In the middle of winter, it's crazy, you think? Maybe, but I won't become famous by being normal.
Here we are, safely on the south bank. You are welcome to come watch me as I set off from London harbor. If you can, bring some fish. They are an important part in the scheme.
You wonder why I asked for the fish. Attached to sticks, they will serve as paddles. I got this idea when the neighbor's boy threw a rock at me. My head still hurts.
|6||Daring but cautious|
There is one more favor I would like to ask of you. The paper boat is perfectly safe, but, just in case, could you ask some sailors to be nearby when I sail down the river?
|7||Not just for fame|
You might have heard, that we are at civil war right now. In the cities it's quite safe, but the mood is low. I hope to distract people with something pleasant in these dark times.
|8||Were you watching?|
Did you see? I made it, the whole trip from London to the Isle of Sheppey! This is how Columbus must have felt! Now let's start some fire. I am completely drenched.
I must have caught a cold on my big adventure. It was still totally worth it. Now I have the base for an exciting story. Just please repair my stove. I can feel the pneumonia closing in.
|10||The book is ready|
All we need to do, is bring it to the publisher. There is just one problem. I had a little argument with my agent, but a few coins should make him amenable right away.
You must be eager to read the book. I have a signed copy for you. I will give it to you at dinner tonight. You cook. I am an adventurous ferryman and poet, not a cook.
|12||Reward your helpers|
The paper boat trip was a total success. I should thank the neighbor's kid for helping me perfect the idea. Do you know what would make him happy?
I would have given him a big rock. He seemed quite fond of them. But, you are right, that might have been dangerous. Nevermind, I have a use for the stones too.
Christmas will be here soon, and that always makes me feel generous. Call the sailors, who watched over my safe passage, for a drink. There is a cheap inn at the riverside.
I did not realize how much a sailor can drink. I doubt my pocket does hold the money to cover it all. You wouldn't let me clean the dishes here to pay for it, right?
|16||You are a savior|
A poet cleaning dishes, that would have been a scandal! Now, let's just repair the chairs and tables the rowdy sailors destroyed. I am never showing my face in this inn again.
Now, that I am without coin, I am prepared for my next adventure, the penniless pilgrimage. But this time, let's take a proper boat. I bought one already, just the anchor is missing.
As I will be completely without money, I am ready to beg, work, or do other unseemly things to stay alive. But a solid supply of food for the start will be necessary.
|19||A small request|
When I am gone, try to repair the roof on my apartment. There is a small lake in my living room each time it rains. And here in London that is quite often.
I have had another great idea! I will pretend to be Father Christmas, bringing toys to children in my boat. People will welcome me to their homes, and offer me some food.
There is no place for the toys on my boat. I will have to manage without the disguise. But I still need proper paddles. Rowing up the river with fish would not get me far.
The boat sunk before I left the port. Something must be wrong. Call for some sailors to help me refloat it and fix it. I can't afford a new one. Quick, before the water freezes over!
This journey might be cursed by bad luck. I love snow like any other Christmas enthusiast, but, in a boat without roof, it's bad. Go buy some sheet I could use overhead.
The war is over, the king captive. I wonder what will be next, but at least it's safe to travel the country now. So off we go to Scotland! And when I arrive, ready a pot with hot broth!
|25||Pigs in rain|
You caught up with me. I have been staying with this nice family for a while, they enjoy my poetry. Their pig shed could use a new roof. I am sure you can spare a moment.
|26||Life of a writer|
Time to return to London, and work on a new book. Pack us some salted fish for the way back, and let's go. I have already the first few verses in my head.
|27||The perfect gift|
I must complete my next book before Christmas. It will be a perfect gift under the Christmas tree for every poetry lover. I will give it to all my friends, and some toys to their kids.
My publisher requires 50 more pages for the new book. Yet my adventurous experiences have been already exhausted. But there is a place where the inspiration comes to me easily.
|29||Part of research|
As I have been soaking up inspiration from the common man's everyday life, I became ensnared in a game of cards. Unfortunately my luck has been a bit shy of late.
|30||Have you heard?|
The king has been executed. He might not have been the best ruler, but that was a bit cruel. I prefer to avoid politics, however, I can't help but feel that something sinister is coming.
John Taylor IIEdit
|John Taylor II|
|Ships:||Sailing ( 1)|
|Complete:||John Taylor I|
|1||It's a catastrophe!|
Christmas has been banned! I knew the change in government would be bad. Pen is mightier than the sword, so bring me the mightiest pen you can find. I will do what I can best, write.
I have been already planning a Christmas party, bought so many gifts, and released a new book ready for the Christmas sales. And now this! Let me bury my sorrow in food.
|3||Why did it happen?|
The puritans came to power now, and they say Christmas is not in the Bible. To make it all worse, the roof on my apartment is leaking again. This will be a cold unpleasant winter.
|4||I won't accept this!|
To show my disapproval, I will wear this red cape now, it's also pleasantly warm. And let's buy as many presents as we can and give them to strangers. I don't care if I get arrested.
|5||Voice of the people|
Distracted by my outrage, I forgot I wanted to write a poem to protest this nonsense. But first, let's go ask the good men and women of our city for their honest opinions.
|6||I have all I need|
I will have to substitute a few harsh words used by the lads in harbor, but otherwise they were quite inspiring. Before I start, add a few logs to the hearth, the cold is creeping in.
|7||Poem is finished|
Short but apt. Take it to the local newspaper to publish it in the next issue. You will need some money to persuade them. They will probably get a fine for publishing it.
|8||Now we wait|
With my poem I hope to wake a large public upheaval for the reinstalling of Christmas. Until people rise up, we can shovel the snow from my front door.
They say it serves only to excessively indulge in alcohol, unhealthy food and gambling. And that we should celebrate by fasting and restraint. Not me!
I went to the Riverside Inn yesterday, but guess what? The police closed it! Just like many others in the city. Are we supposed to just work all day, then play with toys at home?
When peaceful protests are not successful, you have to get inspiration from a little kid. Bring only the small rocks, we don't want to hurt anyone. Just make a little mess.
You might have to pay a small fine to get me out of jail. A grown man can't get away with things that a child can. Unfortunately. Now, bring the money, it's freezing here.
When you are locked in a cell, you have a lot of time to think. So listen up! First we will need passage on a ship. I have no money, so we will help unload cargo in the port.
|14||Just like I hoped|
I convinced the captain to take us North. Just go find the sailors, we are ready to go. I am now considered to be a subversive element, so it will be good to be away for a while.
To pass the time until we arrive, I started writing a new story about Father Christmas who visits our country and despairs. I need only food, otherwise I don't wish to be disturbed.
We are sailing to Norway. They have the most beautiful pine trees, especially grown to become Christmas trees. Prepare the saws, and make sure they are sharp.
|17||We are here|
Don't worry, the pines grow here really fast, the cold and damp weather is perfect for them. Even if we cut off a few, the forest will be dense in no time again.
|18||Cottage in the woods|
I have found this abandoned forester's cottage near the pine forest. We can stay here while we get all the trees we need. Just build a fireplace inside, or we will freeze.
|19||White all around|
There must be at least two meters of snow here. There is never so much snow in London. It's quite trying to get through it. We will need a sturdy sled to get the trees to the ship.
|20||Deer of the North|
There is a village nearby. Go ask some good farmer to lend us a reindeer to pull the sled. They have here reindeer instead of horses, right? Give him a few coins for the trouble.
|21||At the pier|
Call the sailors to help us load the trees on the ship. I bet they are just sitting in the ship and shivering, hoping we will leave soon. A bit of work will warm them up.
I have heard there are the most excellent salmon in the Norwegian fjords. Get your fishing gear out, and let's catch some. Just don't fall into the water, it's freezing cold.
That's a lot of salmon, and there are other fish too. Let's smoke them to make them last the voyage back to England. Spread them on the iron racks, and I will start fire.
The wind is carrying away all the smoke. Pile up some rocks to create walls, and trap it here. It will also prevent a wildfire. It would be sad if the beautiful forest burned to ash.
|25||Let it burn|
Now I smell like a smoked sausage. But I love a good sausage, so no harm done. Unlike me, our fish are not yet smoky enough, and the fire is burning out. We need more firewood.
We still have enough free space in the cargo hold of our ship. Go to the forest, and get some more pine trees. Just don't sink into deep snow, or we will never find you again.
|27||It's not cheap here|
What I would do for a steaming hot tea with rum or a mulled wine. Let's go visit the local inn, maybe someone there will play cards. You know that Norway is quite expensive, right?
|28||Drinks for all|
Call our shipmates to have a drink with us, too. We still have some money left for them to drink a bit, but not so much, that they won't be able to take us home.
|29||Return of the poet|
We have all we need now. Time we returned home. I hope the seeds of Christmas rebellion we sought have already taken roots. Now we bring our trees to make them even stronger.
The North Sea is restless today. I wanted a respite from the ice cold shower, but was almost crushed by a tree, when I went below deck. Use the chains to keep the trees in place.
John Taylor IIIEdit
|John Taylor III|
|Ships:||Sailing ( 1)|
|Complete:||John Taylor II|
|1||A bleak city|
London looks just like when we left, bleak and dark. When we place the trees on the streets, everything will get merrier, you'll see. Now we just need carts to transport them.
|2||Under cover of night|
We will mark the spots, where the trees should be placed, with these rocks. Here is a map, take care of the southern part of the city. But be careful that the policemen don't spot you.
Nobody saw you? Good. Now bring the Christmas trees from the ship. I hope you decorated them well. With apples, nuts and cookies. Candles will be a nice touch, too.
Let's find out what happened while we were gone. I have some informants in the city, who supply me with the juiciest news for my stories. They will want some coins for the information.
We may have a chance to get our Christmas back. Call people from the port to make a Christmas protest in the city. And give them some red capes as the symbol of our cause.
|6||Fresh or foul|
I have learned that rocks are no way to get what we want. But fish might be more persuasive. Let's use the old, smelly ones. The fishermen on the pier will happily supply us.
We were lucky not to end up in a cell. And now I can concentrate on making these wonderful iron ornaments for Christmas trees. Come, help me, it's really easy.
|8||It's a secret|
I will be having a Christmas party. Just a small event with the tree, lot's of food, and some gifts. But we will have to keep it quiet. Help me clean up the living room.
You must not tell anyone about it. Or we would all end up celebrating Christmas in prison. I will send out coded invitations etched on these little rocks. Clever, right?
|10||Silent and unseen|
Take some guys with you, and place the rocks at my friends' front doors. Just don't let anyone throw them through windows. That would make an unwelcome turmoil.
|11||Tree in every garden|
Do you love the fresh smell of pine needles like me? I just can't get enough of it. Let's share this joy and give out the trees to people in my neighborhood. Plant them in their gardens.
Do you know that in the central Europe fish is the traditional Christmas meal? It is usually a baked carp. Well, I don't mind trying something new on this special day.
But we can't eat only fish. There is a great bakery around the corner. Buy the Christmas pudding, yule log and gingerbread. I want them all freshly baked, straight from the oven.
There are soldiers on the streets. Something is happening. Come with me, we are going to find out what's going on. Just pretend like you are delivering something to avoid suspicion.
|15||Safe at home|
They go to the parliament. This will be an eventful night before Christmas. I am afraid this could end up with violence. I am a peaceful man, so we better go home and bar the doors.
|16||Time of change|
The neighbor was just here with the latest news. We have a change in government again. A new king is on the throne. I hope this means a return of the old ways for us.
|17||Christmas is back!|
Together with abolishing all laws established during the puritan government, the new king lifted the ban on Christmas. We are free to celebrate excessively again.
I don't know if our effort made a difference, but the important thing is, we don't have to hide or protest anymore. Come, and call all your friends and family to celebrate a merry Christmas.
|19||Fish for everyone|
This holiday is all about giving and kindness, so let's offer some food to the less fortunate. There are plenty fish in the sea, which can feed many families.
|20||Long live Christmas!|
I have never forsaken hope that we will get our Christmas back. I did not sell as many books as I wanted to, but this is still the best Christmas I could wish for.