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Blind Pew

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  1. I beg to differ gud sir. It iz light and fast, and will cleave a man from shoulder to crotch in the experienced hand. Not much for stabbin. But popular enough ro be called a weapon of choice from Louisiana to Cape Horn. And some were made or later fitted with cross guards and knuckle bows.
  2. With machetes, the blades that ring are the best. These are made from spring steel. I've cleared a good bit of swamp in my day. A good thin spring steel blade will hold an edge better and longer than any dead steel blade. I've even cut dead steel blades off using a spring steel blade. The thin spring steel blades make the best cutters, harden metal, and they offer less resistance when cutting. Even have cut down 4 inch hackaberry trees with one cut.
  3. Tav-urn keep, a brace uv roast par-it in orange sauce spiced with saffron, mace n nutmeg wit an ordrr uv baked bred froot drizzled with butta an cin-e-mon! Owl pay me own tab.
  4. My good machete from El-Salvador My good hunting knife with a Sharpening stone A multi barrel matchlock boarding gun, built by John Buck. Some triple antibiotic ointment, disguised as a bottle of me Mother wound salve. Water purification pills, ground into powders and folded into paper packets. Baking soda to scrub my teeth. Multi-Vitamins a strike a light, permanent match. a magnifying lense. A jar of Cinnamon A Jar of Curry Powder And a Jar of Ginger Its not so much as what I'd take back, but what I would bring home. A map to the most seclude spot that I could think of, so I can bury and age some booty to sell on E-Bay!
  5. If yur alooking for trouble, Yur in da rite place, Don't look at me like that, or i'll hedbutt your face i'm a meen mother's son, i was born that way, and just because i wear a skirt don't think i'm flippin' gay. Cause i'm an evil Scotsman, and Pew is my name, i'm a sheep shagger from Aberdeen, and causing pain is my game. i don't care where you come from, if your big or your small, i've fought the best, and i beat them all. If your English or Irish, you wont have to die, but if you are a moron you can kiss your oarse goodbye. i'm an evil Scotsman, and Pew is my name, if you don't like the rules Then don't play ther flippin games! Lubbers, Wankers, knob ends.
  6. My apologies gud sir. I made da lazt post as ye made chers. But as I told da one lad erlee-r, say naught n I haf nuthin to parry. I wil try n hold my tongue, on diz matter. Agan, my apologies.
  7. TAINT OVER TILL TIS OVER, LADDY BUCK!
  8. Ahhh, But the profes-she-on uv pyratin be timeless. Hence the reason I witdru frum de ferst "Se-vi-err" show. Me-lay-shun I-lans stel b alive wit cut throats n kitnappers. I did naught relish da thot uv b-ing trussed up in sum tropikal green hell, wait fer sumone to pay me ransom. The SCA time line as I understan it iz frum 600ce till 1600ce. Tak yur pic, Norse, Dane Swede, Muslim and uters. Graine Ni Maille (1550-1600)was an Irish princess and pirate (also known as Grace O'Malley) . She commanded a large fleet of ships. She petitioned Queen Elizabeth I of England regarding her various territorial claims, and the two met in 1593. Despite her own officers' reports that Grace was attacking English navy, shipping and coastal towns, the Queen accepted Grace's claims. Corsairs were pirates who operated in the Mediterranean Sea between the 15th, 1400's and 18th, 1700's centuries. Muslim corsairs, such as the daring Barbarossa (red beard) brothers, had bases along the Barbary coast of north Africa. They built many strong fortresses to defend the Barbary ports of Algiers, Tripoli and Tunis. Christian corsairs were based on the island of Malta. Muslim and Christian corsairs alike swooped down on their targets in swift oar-powered boats called galleys to carry off sailors and passengers. Unless these unfortunates were rich enough to pay a ransom, they were sold as slaves or put to work as oarsmen on the corsair galleys. Portobello was one of the most important cities in the Western Hemisphere. It is also the place where Francis Drake, the great 16th century English pirate died in 1595; his body was thrown into the bay. Pirate-Explorer, Sir Martin Frobisher, SCABorn 1535 or 1539, died 1594 Py-rattin b da wirld therd er fifth eldest profes-she-on. Da SCA is not liv-in hiz-tory, tiz mor a-kin liv-in fan-ta-cee. Mur da oftin dan da naught, da costume uv da SCA re-flex da latest cel-u-loyd blok-busta, Brave Heart, Rob Roy, Pirates of the Caribean, Kingdom of Heaven n da like. Wont ta quiet me? Tis simple, say naught. I await cher reply.
  9. Me, stir trobol? Naught likely Lad. I x-posed da truth and twere attacked fer it. I did naught but respond in kind. I naught back down from a gud fite. A backstabbin twice face bilge rat that says that he hates pyrates, and I showed ye his tru colours and in own words by his own hand, and I b de offending party? Perhaps u welcome ones that make demselvs feel superior by pointing out yor flaws and laffs b-hind a keybord whilst doing so? Me, I likes to kno whom I converse with, n wat day colours be. I b pokin arond abit more to see what ye hav to offer fer amusement and study. I did mak wan o-ter post here, not in dis pot.
  10. Rats r yer peers? Pore cumpany u keep! I knew a lad fram Kent, he cod naught walk strait, seems hez blade twere bent, b akomon trait of those from Kent. Iz thez da best u got? Naught even worthy of a ladle, let alone a blade!
  11. Two on one? Thets naught fare, ta u thet iz. Wharz that French girly lox?
  12. Whar b da cut throats and blackarts of the Lu-weez-e-anna? I long ta her a voice from home port. B thar no Baratarians her?
  13. **yawn** Nice effort, though I must confess, your retort lacks a certain...shall we say...finesse? It shall take more than that to taunt uproar from me, monsieur. I refuse to cross verbal blades with those of lower skill level. Far too much like shooting fish in a barrel...There is no honour in it, nor effort required. By the bye, just who is this "Shirley" that you speak of, mon chien mal? By da by, id flash my aft side hat cha, but insted of angrrin u, ud probly fall n luv! smooch! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Wut cha got lass? Come set upond me knee wht dont che? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
  14. **yawn** Nice effort, though I must confess, your retort lacks a certain...shall we say...finesse? It shall take more than that to taunt retort from me, monsieur. I refuse to cross verbal blades with those of lower skill level. Far too much like shooting fish in a barrel...There is no honour in it, nor effort required. By the bye, just who is this "Shirley" that you speak of, mon chien mal? Har-har-har-har-har-har-har-har! Taunt? Wat taunt? U want a taunt? Try this fer size ya French fop! In cher case, ifn brains were powder, the ball would smack the breech. Only you wod seek fish in barrels, whilst da rest uv da whorld looks fer rum. Wut, u get seesik whilst da ship is tyd to dock? Cant even get the qote rite, eh? In a battle of da wits, its unsportn to do so with n unarmed man, such ass cher self. But, im a pyrate! Ya in need of "finesse"? Jest look to dat wig hat you wer, girly locks. N dose wernt even my best, done on da fly, day was. Ungard? More like rite gard! How meny a bot-el of stink juice did it take to end up smellen lik uh Paris brothel? Have at it, and make it gud! I'l suffer not sum t sipping rrply.
  15. And I welcum dat ye do, for I hear the razz of a foul wind cumin frum yur general direc-shun. Vive' La Baratarians!
  16. What weight daz a pyrat giv ta a baroness' opinion? Remember the three r's. Ravish, ransom and ravish! Hey, I like to ravish!
  17. By da by, a tankard of mead with a doubl shot of jimacian rum and a tall glass of greecy ozle to chase it. Jist slide it into da shadows, ifn you plez.
  18. Bill of Rights? Shirley, u jest, do ye not? A Pyrat only has da code and the bucking deck beneath his feet. U spek lubber's talk. But what make ye of a dog that sits, jests and drinks with ye, all the whilst sneering down his nose at ye? Answer me dat! Vive' La Baratarians!
  19. Without evidence, a tru pyrat wod nver take the werd of n-e-one, naught even it be hes own deer sweet muther. Out of contects say ye, if twere my intent, ten why give passage to the port of source? Sir, you wound me. My own agend is merly to expose a twice face bilge rat. Bah, weak as tea, be ye. Naught a Baratarian to be spied!
  20. In the words of Jack Sparrow, "Pirate." I ask ye to do naught but see with your own eyes, his own words. Wat ye do with that is of your own accord. I have merely shone the light. One learns more on the docks in the shadows than on a fair sea with ones colours flapping in the wind and guns run out.
  21. Avast! There be a Pyrat Hayter amoungst all ye! The blackart's Own wortds: Who might the Scalawag be, ye ask? Click Here to read the dogg's own words! 7th paragraph down. If the backstabbin blackart hates the Brotherhood so, then why drop anchor here? Watts afoot? Maroon the bugerer! Say I, watt say ye! Blind Pew
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