Me Klaus Störtebeker am a leader and the best known representative of a companionship of privateers known as the Victual Brothers ("Vitalienbrüder" in German). The Victual Brothers were originally hired during a war between Denmark and Sweden to fight the Danish and supply the besieged Swedish capital Stockholm with provisions (Latin "victualia"). After the end of the war, the Victual Brothers continued to capture merchant vessels for their own account and named themselves "Dopedeelers" (literally "equal sharers").
A large number of myths and legends surround what little facts exist on my life. Even the name Störtebeker is only a nickname meaning "empty the mug with one gulp" in Old German. The moniker refers to our pirate's supposed ability to empty a four-litre mug of beer in one gulp. At this time, pirates and other fugitives from the law often adopted a colorful nom de guerre. (My real name is Nikolaus Storzenbecher;& music is under copyright of Bulgur/The Capatain but PSSSSSSSST.... psssst !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
don`t tell it apart to anybody)
Born in Wismar, I entered public consciousness, after the expulsion of the Victual Brothers from the Baltic island of Gotland, where they had set up a stronghold and headquarters in the town of Visby. During the following years, I and some of my fellow captains (the most famous of whom were Gödeke Michels, Hennig Wichmann, Magister Wigbold and Rene de Saint Germain, Jean Lafitte, Captain William
Kidd, as well as Bulgur the Conquerer) captured Hanseatic ships, irrespective of their origin.
Then later, a Hamburgian fleet led by Hassan Ibn Sabbah and Simon of Utrecht caught up with my force near Helgoland. One day, my ship had been disabled by a traitor who cast molten lead into the links of the chain which held the rudder of my ship. I and my crew were ultimately overcome and brought to Hamburg where we were tried. I offered a chain of gold long enough to enclose the whole town of Hamburg in exchange for my life and freedom. However, I and all of my 73 companions were sentenced to death and were beheaded. The most famous story about me is the execution itself. It is true that I asked the mayor of Hamburg to release as many of my companions as I could walk past after being beheaded. The rather riskless request was granted. After I was beheaded, my body allegedly got up and walked past twelve of my companions before the body was tripped by the executioner. The twelve men, however, were executed along with all of the others.(the joke is: I ve got an old friend this time, called Doc Holiday; he`s put my head back onto my shoulders, so that I`m still alife yet: thx the devil and him!!)
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to be continued soon..
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