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A Pyrate Christmas Greeting To Ye!!


Captain Tito

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Merry Christmas to all ye Pyrates on board.

Let us all take the day to thank our dear Lord.

I salute ya all

by lowerin my sword

and toast ye with rum

from the drinkin gord.

To all ye men

I tip my hat with a tug

and to all ye women I give a big hug

hoping you're home all warm and snug

with a toasty fire from the log ya did lug.

Merry Christmas to all!!

May yer ships be a glow with beautiful lights and may ye be surrounded by yer families love!!

;)

<span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'>Have Parrot Bay, will travel.

WILL SHARE TOO!!!</span>

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Thank Ye' Cap'n Tito for the warm wishes. I hope the same for you and all ye crewe. Merry Christmas to all and happy holidays!!!

"Remember, on a pirate ship, in pirate waters, in a pirate world, ask no questions. Believe only what you see. No, believe half of what you see."... Burt Lancaster

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DUM SPIRO SPERO... WHILE I BREATH, I HOPE

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Aye. Tis a lovely sentiment.

i wish all here at the Pub as well as our mates joined in Piracy everywhere a safe and happy holiday.

bows)

Scupper

"That's the navy for you. Rum in the scuppers today. Blood in the scuppers tomorrow."

Thrist is a shameless disease. So here's to a shameful cure!

"Loyalty, honesty and directness are traits I admire. Insecurity, snipes and disrespect I will not tolerate in the least."

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Aye....I wish ye all fair winds, smooth sailing, and plenty of rum and plunder!

Happy Holidays!!

Ho...Ho...Ho ...... errr I mean....Harrrr...Harrrr....Harrrrr

AARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Igniting the fire but rising above the flames

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Happy Solstice to me mateys and a Merry Christmas for you,

Hannukah and Kwanzaa for those who celebrate that too!

May your holidays be merry and bright..

Just remember.. be naughty all year and save Santa the trip!

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Arrrgh! I be makin' a list o' who's naughty and nice.

And I only be visitin' the ones on the "naughty" list!

Argh, reminds me of a Xmas carol sung by Shotgun Jo Mama Motherhead Myers:

"He sees you when you're sleeping,

He knows when you're awake...

He's somewhat of a voyrue,

And I think I better take....

....that....back....."

:rolleyes:

Sir Nigel - aka "Sir Freelancealot"; aka "Ace of Cads"; aka "JACKPOT!!" (cha-CHING!)

"Mojitos BAD!...Lesbians with free rum GOOD!!!"

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He's somewhat of a voyrue,

VOUYRUE?

I meant to spell it "voyeur"

BLAST!

Heheeeeee, someone's been thinkin' o' me, how sweet!

Ah, but onta other things.... here be my toast ta all o' ye!

Here's to them that sail the sea,

And the ladies that stay on land,

May the former be well rigged,

And the later be well manned!

Happy Holidays to all of ye!

Rumba Rue

**

Woman

Entitled to

Nights of

Complete

Happiness**

:rolleyes::P:P:P:P

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Ah, 'Roo, yer a wommin after me own heart, lass! That toast be a treasure!

Did someone say "treasure!"

"ARRRGH! Ahoy! Hand over the booty, mateys!

AVAST!

ARRGH!"

*cough* *sputter*

..more rum, please....

:rolleyes:

Sir Nigel - aka "Sir Freelancealot"; aka "Ace of Cads"; aka "JACKPOT!!" (cha-CHING!)

"Mojitos BAD!...Lesbians with free rum GOOD!!!"

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Guest Dirty Davy Cash

Arrrgh, Arrrch, Arrrgh me maties. May

each of you lads have a Merry Christmas indeed,

and may God Bless Each of Ye, arrgh, arrgh, arrgh!!

I hope ye all get lots o' pirate treasure, until we

talk agan maties!!

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Here's a lil' somethin' I did for th' '03 EDMT. I think it applies for the rest of you swabs, too...

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'Twas the Night Before Christmas

or:

On the Account of Captain Nicholas

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the port

Pirates were lurking, and casing the fort;

Spaniards were huddled in the barracks with care,

With hopes King Philips’ reinforcements soon would be there.

The soldiers were nervous, awake in the beds,

With visions of cutlasses flying toward their heads;

My first mate was causing mischief, laying some traps,

As we sharpened our dirks and weighted our saps.

When out from the gate arose such a clatter,

The guards all rushed in to see what’s the matter.

It started with a BOOM! Some smoke and some flash –

In a breath, the air was filled with grapeshot and ash.

There were old scores – and gold! – we wanted a fight

But most those dumb lubbers cowered in fright.

Then, in a blast of powder, who should appear,

But the captain, a vision that inspired utter fear.

With whirling steel and flintlocks a-blazing,

He marched through the town, looting and razing.

I knew in a moment it was Captain Nick,

And the smell of gunpowder got ever so thick.

“Now MOVE, ya scurvy dogs, there’s GOLD in this town!

And if there’s not, I’ll burn it all down!”

He bellowed through smoke and raged and roared,

He was pure fury, he was out of his gourd!

It was an inferno, with yelling and screaming,

Yet even in moonlight, our steel was still gleaming.

O’er our heads, cannonballs whistled,

And the guards in the fort were blasted and gristled.

And then, through the smoke, I heard a mate cry:

“The gate has fallen, regroup inside!”

The words tickled me ears with such a pleasure:

We were a step closer to that sparkling treasure.

We’d endured hard tack and mosquitoes;

A curse every mate here knows.

So we gathered among ricochets and flame

To treasures of kings, we soon would lay claim.

The Captain appeared with a captive in tow,

He knew where the gold was and by God, he’d show!

We marched to the dungeon, doubloons in our eyes…

We’d soon be back in Port Royal, with silk gracing our hides!

But the garrison was tough, they’d learned from past raids:

They stuck to their guns and delivered Cannonades!

They turned their iron inward and the walls shook in seizure;

They’d bury us with rubble and recover in leisure.

I couldn’t die yet, there was gold left to spend;

But if debris was calling it – this was the end!

So we abandoned the treasure, gold Aztec, Incan and Mayan;

Our purses too light, our wallets were cryin’.

But by God, those cannons filled us with rage.

And the Spaniards found it was a mistake to engage.

We crawled up the walls and sliced them to bits –

But the blood wasn’t all theirs, we took our hits.

So remember our comrades, our Brethren of the Coast;

Those on distant shores, and those that… gave up the ghost.

We miss them all, those lost from our sight.

And to the rest of you swabs, I raise my glass:

WE’RE ALL PIRATES TONIGHT!

Only by great risks can great results be achieved.

-Xerxes

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Merry Christmas tew all of ye. Be safe and dont over do it on the rum. And do not, I repeat, do not try to lift yer anchor and strike yer sails while full on rum. :lol:

good advice

merry ho ho

Capt Weaver

"No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned. A man in jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company. "

Dr. Samuel Johnson

Capt Weaver's Pirate Perversions

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