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Featured Artist (DJ) of the Week – Keep Trockin’ For DJ Jeff

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Jeff Allen, one of our favorite Trop Rock DJs on BeachFront Radio as well as a close personal friend to many of us, has recently revealed that he has begun the good fight against the Big “C”….Pancreatic Cancer.

The PTTW Committee, along with Trop Rockers all around the country, will be distributing wristbands in support of him for a suggested minimum $5.00 donation.

Please join us if you can. You can get the bracelets at many of the upcoming Trop Rock events or you can order them via PayPal or by check (see below for both options) and we will send them to you.

If you would prefer to make a direct donation via check, please make it out to “The DJ Jeff Fund” and send it to Nina Hill, 322 Sandra Ln, Woodruff, SC 29388.

For more imformation, contact Doug Murray at

To order your bracelet click here.


Our Friends at Living Like A Pirate have also created a shirt in which 100% of the profit goes directly to “The DJ Jeff Fund”

Click HERE to order your shirts.

From all of us at the Trop Rock Blog, Living Like A Pirate, & PTTW
~~ Keep Trockin’ DJ Jeff ~~

Pirates of Tampa Bay, FL

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Louis dAury is hardly known in the pages of history, although the pirated millions of dollars in loot. A quantity of this plunder is still secreted on Floridas islands and beaches. Some of these treasure sites are in Seahorse Key, Honeymoon Island, Cotee River, Anclotte Key, Amelia Island, and Clearwater.

Louis dAury was born about 1707 in the coastal town of Calais, France. Like so many boys who grew up along the coast, his only prospect in life was fishing. However, dAury wanted more than that from life, so at the age of 15 he joined the French Navy. His first cruise aboard one of Napoleons ships was in the West Indies. Unfortunately, his ship tangled with a more formidable British Man-o-War and sank of the island of Martinique.

Young dAury was among the lucky sailors who were able to gain the safety if the islands shore. Later he signed aboard a merchant ship bound for New Orleans. At the time of his arrival, the notorious privateer, Jean LaFitte, was recruiting men for his ships, and dAury found a berth with him. He was eventually placed in command of one of LaFites ships.

Shortly before assuming command, dAury made several successful raids on Gulf Coast shipping, and before long had accumulated eleven chest of gold and silver, valued in the neighborhood of $14,000,000. In need of fresh water, he dropped anchor in Clearwater Bay on Floridas west coast.

Reasoning that his loot was too valuable to be carried aboard for long, dAury buried his eleven chests in the vicinity of a small spring located on a small bluff, near some oak trees to serve as markers.

In 1818, dAurys name suddenly dropped from history, and no details of his death are known. However, the search for dAurys hidden hoards still continues. Honeymoon Island on Floridas west coast near Dunedin, alone can boast of three treasure tales attributed to dAury. The first tells of a concrete cault supposedly loaded with pirates gold, silver, jewels, and other loot. The second purports that he buried three brass cannons crammed with loot near the northern end of Honeymoon Island. Another story relates that dAury secreted three chest near the islands north shoreline. An old ships anchor was alleged to mark the spot.

A romantic tale of another of dAurys hoards exists in New Port Ritchey, Florida. The old pirate was professed to have built a treasure vault in the bank of Pithlachascotte (Cotee) River just south of town. The way old-timers tell it, the entrance is accessible only by small boat when the tide is low. Otherwise the opening is covered by water.

Tiny Ross Island, in Upper Tampa Bay near St. Petersburg, Florida, holds the secret of a pirate treasure which has been lost since the late 1820s. Only about one mile long, north to south, and one half mile wide, this low lying isle was the site of a pirate colony, a lair for renegades who preyed upon merchant ships in the Tampa Bay area.

Captain Henry Ross, the ruler of the colony, buried a chest of gold there about 1821. More was buried later, but non has ever been recovered to the best of anyones knowledge.

Ross came on the historical scene before the War of 1812, when he served as one of the ship captains operating out of Barataria under Jean LaFitte. During his sea-roving days under LaFitte, he had spotted a small island in Tampa Bay which was ideal for a pirate headquarters. Later named Ross Island, it had a natural lagoon for hiding a pirate ship.

This it was that Captain Henry Ross recruited a band of ex-pirates eager for adventure and the opportunity to line their pockets. Acquiring a small but fast three-masted schooner, with less than a five foot draft, the band set sail about 1817-1818 to establish their colony on the secluded island.

About a dozen shacks were first constructed form old ships timbers found on the beach, and a well was dug. Docking facilities and a stout fort were then erected, along with two storehouses.

Ross did not restrict his illegal operations to mere pirating. Smuggling and slave trade also claimed a goodly share of his attention. New Orleans was naturally the best port for the disposal of smuggled goods, as well as the fencing of stolen plunder. After each transaction, the old pirate returned to his secret island stronghold ad buried his ill-gotten gains.

This easy life went on for many months until so many complains reached the Navy Department in Washington that the Anti-Piracy Squadron of the U. S. Navy stationed at Key West was ordered to take action against these sea marauders.

Ross Apparently did not know that the U. S. Navy was out to destroy him, for he did not curtail his operations. While in the act of looting a merchant ship just outside Egmont Channel, the naval sloop surprised the pirates.

Ross was successful in making a getaway, but the naval sloop followed closely I his wake. Reaching the island, Ross slipped into the safety of the lagoon. The sloop of war was deeper drafted and could not enter.

While Ross thought he was safe, he was not aware that the naval craft was fitted with new long range rifled guns. Approaching the island as closely as safety permitted, the warship zeroed in her powerful guns and sank the pirate craft with several direct hits.

The pirates were terrorized when they saw their ship smashed to splinters, particularly when they spotted a landing party of sailors and marines approaching in long boats. Picking up only a few of their belongings, the pirates and their families escaped into the mangroves. The attackers then proceeded to set fire to the shacks, warehouses, and forts. The captain of the naval sloop later reported that a brief search was made for treasure, but that none was found, as he did not have time for a thorough search. Whatever happened to Captain Ross is still a mystery, but it is fairly certain that the bulk of his treasure was never recovered since that disastrous day in the 1820s.


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New Orleans Is Now and Always Has Been a Pirate Town – Make it the NEWEST “Living Like A Pirate City”

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New Orleans Is Now and Always Has Been a Pirate Town

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 New Orleans has been a Pirate Town for over three nearly 300 years. It is due time it got the official T- shirt to commemorate it. We have been Living Like a Pirate in New Orleans at every opportunity for years.

In the early morning mist and fog, after the revelers and derelicts have abandoned the streets in their rum-soaked state, a walk along the timeworn brick streets and the old cobblestone passageways will awaken in you the sounds and happenings of almost three centuries earlier when this town was the home of scallywags, drunks, merchants, winches and ah yes, pirates.

In the quite of the pre-dawn morning if you walk softly through the narrow streets, the spirits of the past walk with you. In 1772 Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop was just that, the blacksmith shop of the gentleman pirate and patriot Jean Lafitte. Today that small shop is the oldest bar in the United States and it has been the haunt of many a pirate, buccaneer and privateer searching for the adventurous life. In the early hours of the morning, its doors are locked and its windows shuttered but, inside if you listen quietly and look intently you can hear the voices and see the oil lamps with their golden glow hanging over the jugs of rum and pints of ale being hoisted to days long ago and the days to come. Thousands of gallons of rum and ale were consumed and often spilled in these streets through the centuries and in those spirits conjure up the spirits of New Orleans, its residents and visitors.

Keep walking past this landmark to revelry and, if you wander back to St. Ann Street and turn left and then left again on Rue Royale, about a third of the way down that block, to your left is a cobblestone passageway with the appropriate name, Pirate Alley. Follow that lane and you find yourself at the rear of St. Louis Cathedral, the 200 year-old church that is the center of the New Orleans way of life. Pirate Alley and the small park, Jackson Square, that it leads to have been witness to the pirate way of life for at least a fifteen generations and roughly 300 carnivals. In this church, the city has seen weddings, funerals, and a way of life that is like none other in North America.

I suggest that anyone visiting this city take the time in the early morning hours to sit and wait, in silence for the ghosts that haunt this city. The dance of the voodoo princess and the bellowing voices of pirates still ring loudly through these streets as they search, long after death for the treasure they left in the shops and bars and eateries along these historic streets. Drink the rum at Lafitte’s, or in the Old Absinthe House, live the adventure that is New Orleans and hunt the treasure of pirates of yesterday and today then understand that in this city, “the city that care forgot”, the hunt is the real treasure.


The Story Behind Living Like a Pirate Clothing

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It all started in 2004 when I went to my first Jimmy Buffett concert.  We got there late.  The concert had not started but the party had been going on for hours.  The parking lot was a sea of revelers; grass skirts, coconut bikini tops and people with stuffed parrots perched on their shoulders.  Almost everyone had a rum drink in hand and a smile on their face.  When the concert started  The Coral Reefer Band and Jimmy Buffett were playing and singing in their bare feet.  The stage and the arena were alive, and then it happened.  “You got fins to the left, fins to the right, / and you’re the only girl in town.” He sang it and so did thousands of his fans…all in unison…every word, like it was their song.  Because the song they were singing was and is their song.

I knew at that moment that I wanted that lifestyle.  I wanted that freedom. I wanted to run through life on my bare feet.  I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.  I had obligations, but worse than that I couldn’t sing, but maybe I could do something.  In the days that followed that first concert of awakening, I came up with a basic concept for a life & a company.

This revelation I had really is no revelation at all….

Life is an Adventure
Treasure to be Hunted
The Hunt is the Treasure

So, I began to try Living like a Pirate.

It took me three years of strenuous, tedious exhausting Research & Development drinking Rum, going to concerts & traveling whenever I could.  I spent as much time as I could on any boat that availed itself to me.  I discovered the Caribbean, Miami & the Florida Keys. With this R&D under my belt things were beginning to fall into place

In 2009, three friends and I sailed around the British Virgin Islands on a rented catamaran. It was a phenomenal adventure.  We were off of Nelson Island, (the original Treasure Island) snorkeling, swimming and enjoying the magnificent water when it happened.  Somehow I almost drowned.  VISAR rescued me and took me to a hospital in Road Harbor, Tortola. It was there in the hospital, while I was recovering that I borrowed an iPod…it had one song on it.  Kenny Chesney’s  “I’m Alive.”  I don’t know if it was fate or prophetic, but that song provide me food for thought.  My life in Corporate America was about to come to a screeching halt.

I returned to the mainland and instead of worrying about what might have been and what almost happened, I had a vision.  The vision was to bring Living like a Pirate to life and introduce my idea, the idea of adventure and treasure to everyone that has the same desires I have.  It was time .

My world has changed.  Since 2009, LLAP has sold over 15,000 items for which I am very grateful.   The natural order of things has taken over and my eyes have been opened by the Parrotheads  and their “party with a purpose” attitude.  Enjoying life and helping others at the same time is the Pirate and the Parrot way.  We give back, 5% of our sales are contributed to charity. We have given to Visar, Planet Gumbo, Red Cross, Wounded Warriors, Soldier’s Angels, along with numerous Parrot Head causes.

What does Living like a Pirate mean and what is Living like a Pirate?

It is simple, we live by our Pirate rules.  Have fun, share the spoils & work with like-minded people.  Once we figured out, the rest was easy.  Our products are inspired by the search for adventure, a thirst for rum and the love of the seas.   We love charting our course and spending our times under the sun and the moon and stars.  For others it is a song that takes them back to a favorite vacation or a time by the surf listening to the waves as they pound rhythmically on the sand.  Living Like a Pirate may be as simple to some as a state of mind that guides them through the day-to-day doldrums of living, working and coping in today’s world.  Living like a Pirate has you in mind if you are a boater, a sailor, a Parrothead, Pirate  or just an old hippie with a free spirit and a will to live a free lifestyle.

Become a Rumskull, join our Crew & start “Living like a Pirate!”

Welcome aboard….