Rogue MacRoegan

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He is adrift, aye, an of health. The caress uv Poseidan will form his fate, by all. There is grand design in the whim an smirk uv tha gods, for the winds of change an mirth flit at yer lover's bow. Tis truth an tha passion o' endeavor that will bring him to the cuddle hands of an oracle's vision. Stand true uv faith an full ta consequence, lass, fer tha fickles 'ave rease ta run foul tha pace uv love an luck. Thine heart will pull to tha twine uv tha inevitable. True heart an true faith, lass, believe true faith be all that tha gods have overlook to.......

** the voice floats and richochets from the shore rocks and debris... the voice is hoarse and hollow, undefined in its origin** "There once was a sailor from Carthune, Who sold his soul for ten doubloon; Now he rattles his blade, At the demons of fate, And stalks the sands of this dune... Beware, shallow souls, for I am at your heels.........................."

:) I've heard this oft times afore. Being single is only great iffen ye've ne'er found yer life parallel. I waved tha flag loft an true fer o'er two dex. Meseff, ah married young(I also merried young)and fine'ly realized ta meez own seff, it was everthing I wanted because I hadn't figured out what I wanted. Now getting past wott ye want is tha biggest bundle, cozzin the want an need be on diff'rent coach route usually. Secret bein, the merge uv tha two. Me first wiff an me fell out cozzin me wants an needs wernt on the same log page as hers(and never would be, trust me). BUT lemme tell ye lads an lasses, there be true an truer hope fer betterment. I would ne'er thought it could be meseff, but there is a parallel out there. I've been wit summ that had me t'inkin they were of tha same course, but twas not tuh be. Wott twas tuh be izza ting me soul izza mazed by daily. Me wife. Until ye are lucked 'nuff ta find dat unbelievable luvv ye can't fathom it. Corny? Corn on unbelievers. I'm amazed an consumed daily by a long list of t'ings 'bout her. I could wish no greater pleasure on another than the ultimate love uv two. Fill ye winds wit hope an ye heart wit tha passions an dreams that stem all storm an turmoil to less. Love and luck is the fortune of our lives. May we appreciate and spend the worth of it. Humbly, Irish line by birth and passioned from result, Sincerely all, Teamus 'Rogue' MacRoegan

:) Why, Rhumba, ye dohn look much ol'er 'en yer best days I'm sure. Tho' I be t'inkin',lass....ye dancin' nanas gots me Irish blood aboil,by all. Mayhaps yer wench should say as Wild Energetic Naked Chiquita Honchin'....aye, there be a sight to feed me starvin' eyes. !!!! Yers true and winkin', Rogue.

The role of privateer would've been more prepared and initially funded,so may have been less hazardous than free pirating. A pyrate true? Only if it was based on short run venture,say Cuba to Martinique. That would've been healthier at least. Months at sea waiting for the right ship? No. A freelancer who moved from crew to crew? Yes. Me two cents spent. Rogue.

Presently I port in the Texas city of Dallas. And no there are not steers running free in the streets or six-shooters blazing at high noon. The guns are all in south Dallas along with the gangs and undesirables. Also there are no wide open plains with cows eating their way to Bubba's Old Fashioned Burgers. The cows are all at the various buffets about town. I'll be dammit sez I, I hates this place. Me better years were spent in panhandle Florida where I will be returning, as I have an unfinished life to attend to there. Florida was my first true love and it burns brightly and deeply in me heart. Any of you pyraticals out there from Florida? I'd love to share words if'n ye are. Humb'ly yers, Teomus 'Rogue' MacRoegan.

Nek'd pyrates ye say? Aye han't been to a spree as such fer many the year. Now those were me days. Hmmmm...ahem. A belate born-day wishin to ye from a humble Irishman. Up the tankards and bully to ya, Buckets! As sincere as I can be, Teomus 'Rogue' MacRoegan.