Rosalinda

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Seaskull. Tasty as ever, no doubt. *licks lips* Pass the salt, me hearties. *wonders*

I'm on the Pacific, myself. And I be crazy fer divin'! Come October, there's not a lobster in Southern California that don't feel uneasy! Nice photography, TJ. I loved the old, whithered piano image, especially.

Wow! That's was a very good one, Dream Wench! You have an amazing perspective.

*immediately goes into massive fit of convulsions* Oh, yeah. Those are nice. I think I'll have another hit... I mean another look.

Well thank you, Pirate Nigel. That was very nice of you to say so, sir.

I had a listen, Cap'n Crusty. Very, very nice. Loud, too. Good job, Cap'n.

Yep, I hear what you're saying, Dream Wench. There's no known cure for what you're talking about, however. Not without a whole bunch of illegal nar... well, nevermind.

Oddly, TWANG! is the only thing I can play on my Fender Strat. Maybe I should sell it? I love fiddle, however, especially electric fiddle. But I'm not fond of sea shanties. I don't even care to type those two words. So... let's hear you play something, Cap'n Crusty!

Some things are worth repeating.

I think I would have lasted about six months before I lost it. My skin is too delicate to survive constant exposure to the elements, I enjoy the feeling of good mattress and clean, DRY sheets, I bathe far to frequently to be considered a pirate, and I have an unrelenting need to feel the ground beneath my feet and the wind on my face when I run each morning. No, I'd bail out at the first opportunity. Rum and gold ain't everything. Gunpowder? I've got some in the garage. Cannon? I have several small, hand-held cannons of various calibre. Bucket boots and a tricorn? Don't really need them. Piratical attitute? Probably not. Sword? I have one, thanks. It looks nice on the wall of my humble abode. The opportunity to be a pirate wench? Oh, I think I'll pass. Freedom? That would be a state of mind, not a thing or a place. What am I doing here, then? Just hanging around to irritate the rest of you, singing all the while: Arrgggh ! And Yo-ho! Yo-ho! A pirates life for me !!!

*sobs* I agree, RumbaRue! Gods, I do love the poetry. Y'all done real good. Please write more. ### Hanging from a rope My eyes pop from their sockets Drop to sea below

I thought I had a Haiku in me but it's not coming out. Nevermind. O! Pirate haiku; No stars nor moonlight drifting; No dark clouds lifting!

PyratePhil, you're weird, I'll give you that. Near as strange as that cat in the hat! But no! I'll not fret, – though I'll ne'er forget Twas here we 'ad our first spat.

Forgive me, Phil, I'm in Pyrate Special Ed. We're slow! I get it, now! Pass the salt, please.......!

That's what wings are for... flying. Pirates don't know of these things, I presume.