Wednesday, December 13, 2006
5:27 PM
Well, it be that time of the year.
Northeasting monsoon ice me ships stuck in me port. No bergs on lookout, no burps either. Nuthin' to look ferther off to. Entries on ship log read funny. I see clearly now, the grey matta is mostly gone. Sleepen' on me couch? Swab my decks, barnacles! Blast me overboard. No, it be that frivalous holiday.
Me sufferin' some seasickness SIANSATION, me heartrob over me sea, me baby bonnie over me ocean. Columns of wind and rain! Spin me dry! Were all whining land lovers get together and go on complainin about the enquiries of their reports, I've come me conclusion it be cold and wet outside!
They keep on mutteren' about the spray of the sea and the smell of gulls and other such...and wouldn't you know it, I miss it me pirate trainin more then the lot of 'em. Next sailin in with new host hats. Mah miss heng's in mah heart. Where mer thinkin hat? (Gyarr. Peacock-pretending parrot feathers standin me nose! Aycho!)
I feel that I must contribute to this phenomenon, gatherin' moved on account of me crew, high time me make merit and mention, bring me techies and teachies (i mean teachers) and me practice, Dec 23, from sun up to sun down, islandwide, island to island, its the sixth day off a seven day week, me flying me flag and sending black summons, crew up or I'll cannon yer balls off, aint no balls, never mind...yer catch my drift, mate? WE MUST DRINK ONE DAY.
Such great bold fun as we neve had, rum and run, all and one come join *doo-doo-de-du-du* but specifin' how I want to make me reopen more efficent {includin' some plans and goals). Maps compass and advice from slavedriving cap'ns Lorsor and Jonah. Cap'n Lorsor manning Hunny Stars till Fryday, Jonah's still down in the whale, no floating bottles no nuthin.
Fers' I plan to do updaten' a bit more offeten. So, gather yer parrots, yer hooks, yer patches and peter pans, yer garb, yer dubloons and treasure chests, send word me serial number down me brigs 81268521 First Mate Sarah yer cumin aint no cumin, but not yer swords. And come on down.
Bid me crew avast! Keep yer banner high
Classed, forever a class :)
Class of our own
Wind be at yer backs, sails never slackin'
