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.

I've 'eard that double-postin' also be a sign tha' ye benn too long under the moon too

Aaarrgghh, that thar full moon 'aves alot ta answer fer....too many late nite strolls on deck, me finks.

Ahhh!!! (little light comes on) Now I knows why mrs starkers calls I a lunartic.

This here thread has gone on long enuff!



It's the March of The Pirate Penguins!

Aw, Po`, you tryin' ta say this 'ere social 'xperiment (outlet fer me pent up pirate fantasies) be juss a tad long?

I 'opes ye realises it be tha only fing I 'aves ta git up ta in tha morn.

What about the lovely Mrs. Starkers?

Aarrgghh, now that'd be orright if'n 'er wos ta git up in tha morn.....most days she be sleeping in 'er 'ammock 'til midday n' gone cos she be up all night on that thar internet yakkin' ta folks wot calls 'emselves skinners n' tha like.

Me finks I unleashed a monster when I showed 'er wot this 'ere Stardock technology...'er lives, breathes n' dreams it now.

So 'ow be 'e goin', Po`? I 'adn't see'd ye 'round fer a bit! I 'opes ye n' yer missus n' yer young uns be farin' well 'pon tha sea o' life.

i cant believe this thread still lives.... when was the last time "the guy pc" actually stopped by?

He was banned a couple of months ago. Did some nasty stuff, and that stardock technology caught him and reprogrammed his brain.

Lika tha doc says...he were barred/made ta walk tha plank...tho I begs ta differ 'bout e's brain bein' reprogrammed. One 'aves ter 'ave one ta start wiv fer that ta 'appen.


Aaarrgghh, it be good ta see 'e Doc me ol' 'arty....'ow be 'e doin' ol' mate? I 'opes ye got that thar rum swillin' down ta a finer art, if not under control.

Now let's be settin' sail fer Stardock ta add ta our booty.

****meanwhile, Brad n' tha Stardock crew 'll be shaking in thar boots o'er bein' invaded by a bunch o' ravin' lunatics****

Me hears that brad be plannin a vaykayshun. Best we attack then. As they say, when the frog be away, the pirates kin play!

 

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'Ere, Zubaz, that not be tha kind o' booty we be talkin' 'bout 'ere....us wants tha kind that'll make us rich beyond our wildest dreams. That thar kind o' booty 'll cost us more than it brings in, unless.....

an' shiver me timbers, us baint be g'wen inta that wikkid bisniss.




Aarrgghh, that'll be tha time ta strike....while tha frog's away an' e's tadpoles be a playin', us'll sneak in tha back door n' lay siege 'til tha Jolly Roger flies high o'er Stardock.

As a duly appointed representative of His Majesty it is my job to see you all swing from the nearest yardarm.

Damn pirates - just a bunch of scurvy blaggards if you ask me.

A representative of His bleedin' Majesty, eh! Well I'll 'ave ye know 'e 'ave sent many a land-lubbin' blaggard after us wot failed ta bring us to e's so-called justice. Aaarrghh, we'll be ready fer 'e cos us'll see ye comin'....thru our spyglasses ye'll be tha pointy eared geezer wot's green n' 'angin' o'er tha side o' tha barge our cannons 'll be aimed fer.