HEERE there bee Dragons

I be missin' the pirates!
Where ye be Cap'n Starkers?

Arrr!  I see the crew be gatherin' back. 'Tis a good day to sing a Pirate song

Aarrgghh, I be 'ere me 'earty...so let's be gittin' tha cobwebs orf tha sails so's us can be settin' sail fer Stardock....yo ho ho n' a bottle o' rum, aarrghhh!

Beggin tha cap'n's pardon ('cause he like it when I beg) them cobwebs be the only thing 'olden' the sails t'gether!!

Aarrgghh...then us'll 'ave ter git all tha wenches bloomers sewed t'gether n' 'ave 'em 'oisted up tha masts instead, then....they'll juss 'ave ter 'old their frocks down if'n thar be a wind blowin' up on deck (or if'n 'em lets any petticoat puffs fly).

Oh, an' I likes it best when ye gits down on all fours ta beg....only coz it makes I feel a lil bit taller.

'Ere now, let's 'ave na groveling an mewling 'n' puking about
The 'Sister''s far from shipshape an cud use a bit o' the holystone 'n' palm 'n' marlinspike...e'en the Cap'n's fid here 'n' there...there's barnacles thick as grapes on 'er 'ull.

T'aint nuffin us caint be fixin' wiv a bit o' elbow grease...so git to it ye swabs, sew them thar bloomers t'gether n' 'oist em 'til us be catchin' tha wind....

As fer them thar barnacles, us might 'ave ter pull inta dry dock n' git me ex-muvver in-law ta give tha Sister's hull n' keel a tongue lashin'....as I recalls, when 'er unleashed that thar fing, a mild lickin' wud make a fair-skin's freckles disserpear.

An' seldomsee'd, I wish ye'd do summat 'bout that thar parrot o' yers crappin' about tha decks...tha saw bones be a complainin' that e's 'ad ta 'ack orf anuvver swabs leg coz 'e slipped in it...an' besides, us needs tha chippy ta be fixin' tha Sister, not spendin' e's time carvin' peg legs.



****aarrgghh, me smiley xtra be broke, grrrr!!!****

beggin' tha cap'n pardon ag'in . . since tha last time tha Sister sailed I've rather settled down to a accountin' position that tha missus' father has.  Would it be possible to sub-contract out me swabbin' as it were?

Fer shure, Mate Zubaz...us wuden want ye ta git blisters on them thar pretty book-keepin' 'ands o' yers. 'Owever, ye'll be put ta task on keepin' tha ship's bisniss shipshape n' Bristol fashun, like keepin' an eye on tha booty, payin' fer supplies an' tha crew's wages....an' don't be givin' 'em a farthin' more than 'em be worth or ye'll be swabbin' decks wiv 'em on arf pay.

Zubaz sings a pirate 'countin' song to 'imself

They ses talkin' t' yerself be tha first sign o' madness....seems ye 'ave give it a whole new meanin'....took lunatickin' up a notch er two t' a whole new level.

They ses talkin' t' yerself be tha first sign o' madness....seems ye 'ave give it a whole new meanin'....took lunatickin' up a notch er two t' a whole new level.