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nononononoo!!! well, a small percentage of jerry's designs were completely f*cked, but 99.9% are NOT.... rest easy in the fact that your nautical star means exactly what you have learned... damn, i opened up a can o' worms that were better left fermenting in the past.... and only ONE kid specifically asked for a "straight edge star" and we gave him holy hell about it... heheheh

indeed, to each his own.... whether it be a self inflicted P cut into your wrist or your boyfriend's name tattooed around your poopchute....

ok, this is one of the bizarre things i came across in my search for the info... DO NOT DO THIS TO YOURSELF DAMMIT!!! My Brush With The East India Trading Company: Or, Marking Myself a Pirate At A Glance Author spikeyannie Contact spikeyannie@bme.anon IAM SpikeyAnnie When It just happened Artist me Fanatics. They come in all shapes and forms. For some people, it's Disney memorabilia. For others, it's Krispy Kreme. For even others, it's Lord of the Rings, or Harley-Davidson motorcycles, or even religion. Everybody has something that they're passionate about, if not many things. Sometimes that passion will grab someone and affect them to the point where they feel like it's been assimilated into their being. I think many people on BME can attest to that powerful feeling of devotion and what some wrongly call "obsession" about a particular thing; I see many tattoos and scars that are tributes to songs, bands, artists, movies, characters, ideas. As human beings, we are forever being touched by fictional worlds and people. There is nothing wrong with it. This past summer, i fell in love. I stumbled upon a character who i was told resembled me in many ways, who inspired me to no end. He made me lighten up and see the more humorous, crazy side of life, but he also made me value the only two things that really matter: what you can do, and what you can't do. His name was Captain Jack Sparrow. I have been a Johnny Depp fan for years, and I have been a pirate fan for years. These two things combined, were a match made in silver screen heaven. But let me explain: this was not just the admiration of a fan, this was finding the brave, funny, totally fucking weird, adventure-seeking part of me all over again. I got into live-action roleplay and saw "Pirates" again and again, dressed up as my own personalized version of Captain Jack. It was an awesome feeling. I felt like through the fabrics of my costume, I was finally coming through to others as my true self. The same self who would jump out of trees from high up in the air, and swing from rope swings into the lake, and sail the ocean always watching the horizon. Who would stand on the beach and let the waves wash up over her feet. I have always grown up near the sea and it always finds its way into my dreams and artwork. In the midst of realizing these things, the recording industry was beginning to crack down on the modern-day pirates of today. As I type this, they still are, and many shared and pirated files sit on my hard drive. Yes, I have always been a pirate. So without further ado, here is what I did for my latest form of dermal art, although I do have to include a brief history lesson. When the East India Trading Company would catch pirates, they would brand them with the letter P. In the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean", Jack Sparrow had a pirate brand on the top of his wrist right underneath his sparrow tattoo. This is actually incorrect placement because in reality, the brands were on the forehead. But I digress; I did not want to do a brand because I felt like it wasn't for me, and I certainly didn't want it on my forehead (whatever the mark would be made of), so I chose the top of my wrist. It was then that with a scalpel blade and some patience, I marked myself a pirate. I swabbed off the top of my wrist with iodine and drew it on with a new ballpoint pen. The P is facing downwards towards my hand and about an inch high. I don't know how noticeable it will be when it heals, but regardless of what it looks like, it's something for myself and myself only. It was hard to make the curved part of the P but I managed quite nicely. It didn't take long at all, nor did it hurt. When I was finished cutting, I poured some peroxide on it, scrubbed it with a toothbrush, and resigned myself to the Leave It The Hell Alone method (except for the occasional picking of scabs!). Oddly enough, I've been modifying my body for many years now and it was only yesterday when I did this cutting, that I truly felt like I was doing something only for my own happiness and not for anyone else's benefit. As soon as the cutting was complete, I felt a momentary wave of intense panic where I wondered briefly if I had done the right thing, and how would I explain it to people, and so on. Then I realized, "So what? This is MINE!" which was followed by one of the best feelings I've had in my entire life, because I was no longer held back by the fear of what others would think. So remember to always follow your heart and never compromise or change yourself purely for the sake of others. After all, the only things that matter are what you can do, and what you can't do...(Drink up me hearties, yo ho...) Disclaimer: The experience above was submitted by a BME reader and has not been edited. We can not guarantee that the experience is accurate, truthful, or contains valid or even safe advice. We strongly urge you to use BME and other resources to educate yourself so you can make safe informed decisions.

i want one too! that's why i'm asking!! dammit, now where can we find some images of those!?! yarrr.. on a quest!

http://www.cdockpirates.com/index.htm

yes. the stupidity of some people never ceases to amaze me.

SUCCESS!!! i had to use the second wap address, and it worked like a charm! wooooooooooo!

wait a sec, apply the branding iron COLD?!?! what tha hell kinda punishment is THAT!?! that seems akin to being slapped with a piece of bolgna! cold iron...sheesh!

so what did the brands look like then? most bizarre tattoo i ever did was a chocoalte chip cookie on a grandma's forearm. her nickname was "cookie" stupidest tattoo i ever did was on either side of a girl's pooper 9sorry, it's true) a "T" on the left cheek and two "d"'s on the right when read , uh properly, it spelled her boyfriend's name, T(O)DD... you figure it out... i didn't want to do it, and tried in vain for an hour to talk her out of it, but she insisted. and hey, pirate ho's gotta eat and pay tha rent..

so where did the idea of putting a "P" on ol' sparrow come from? that had to have come from somewhars... as for octopus flash, i would suggest NOT looking at tattoo designs, and instead looking at photographs, illustrations, anything BUT tattoo designs... we tattooers are indeed pirates, we steal much of what is then turned into flash from existing art and photographs! YARR! image google on, me matey!!

have any here had any luck with downloading these? i'm having issues... (well, other than my normal issues)

i am having a helluva time finding ANY piratey ringtones for my nokia 3595... any suggestions?

you know, being a tattooer, you think i would already know the answer to my question, but i don't... is there any reference ANYWHERE to pirates having tattoos that labeled them a pirate? i saw that jack had what looked to be a brand with a capital P on his inner forearm, and i am wondering if there is any truth to this particular punishment? i am having no luck, even after scouring my library and online... if pirates were indeed tattooed, is there a database somewhere where i might find such images and their meanings?

i remember being a wee little lass attending my older borther's performance of peter pan (i have NO idea what role he played), and his best friend, who was quite a hottie, played captain hook. after the show, said hottie asked me to hold the ostrich plume from his hat, and i held on to that thing like it was made of GOLD! (i remember it being purple!)... i have always been an odd sort, grew up skateboarding, listening to punk rock, and generally just being a miscreant. as a tattooer, we in the trade are in LOVE with all things piratey, maybe because we have the image of being outlaws (which isn't really the case, we have families, pay taxes, work 50 hour weeks, etc), but we think nothing is cooler than skull tattoos... my family encourages my pirate obsession, my mom even bought me a furry pink wallet with a jolly roger on it! my friends are amused by it, i'm becoming more educated about real pirate history every day, and i try to keep my "yarrs" down to a minimum in the real world....

i don't need restraints, my hands are lethal!!! kung fu grip!

good points all! (ooh i'm a punny one!) i think i would like to learn theatrical stage combat....i'm kinda of (well a big ol) a sissy, and i wouldn't want to get HURT for real.... as for real fighting, i fight dirty, just like a pirate should!

arrested?!?!? ME?!?!?! hahahaha...i run far too fast to ever be caught... people tend to be more accepting of my pirate ways on halloween... my pirate mate trish and i donned our finest for a mardi gras party last week, armed to the teeth as usual...we were quite a hit!

on halloween, i dressed in my finest gear, armed myself to the neck, and went out gallavanting with a few friends... as i am a busty kinda lass, i was becoming quite annoyed with other people staring at my ample bosom uninvited-like, so i would shove me trusty pistol into their throats and make them give me MONEY! people thought i was kidding, and i was NOT. They paid up! the one fellah i deemed worthy of my attentions was scared to hell and back of me, and that made terrorizing him even more fun! i made quite a bit of money that night, and i was a complete hellion. i am sure i gave some folks pitrate nightmares.Nothing like being in a crowd of people, and yelling MOVE, and the crowd parts like the red sea! and for some reason, the ladies love a pirate lass! i came home (in a taxi provided my the loot i had righteously plundered) covered in lipstick smooches, and even a hickey... oh rum! demon, demon, rum..... i stayed in character all night, and it took a few days afterwards to stop being piratey to my customers... (oops!)

not only do i want to learn how to sail, i want to learn how to fight like a real pirate! YARRR i have always been more of a lover than a fighter, but it's high time i learned how to use me weapons in case the need arises! well, mostly just so i can fight with cutlasses and knives and such (heheheh) what do i need to know about seeking out a training program? i'm in relatively good shape from being a belly dancer for so long, so that's helpful, but yar, me bones is getting old...(ha!) so, what do i need to know? i am SO not interested in learning pansy fencing. i want sword fighting! YARRR!

arrr, tanks for postin dat, me mate! that was GREAT, and i then spent an hour looking for more easter eggs! found one somewhere that had the building of the cave in super fast motion...

so, as the resident tattooer (maybe one of a few?) how can i help you? i'm a bit unsure of exactly what it is you need, but i will help a fellow pirate any way i can! let me know! yarrr!

chicago pirates, email me... i'll be living near irving park and lincoln ave.... we must go out and cause trouble together! the gingerman at clark and irving is one of my fave pubs! yarrr!

nice work there! your dad was friends with sailor jerry? that's cool, as i said, he was a great artist, and his designs have stood the test of time--- i have quite a few sailor jerry designs gracing my body as well...that doesn't change the fact that he was racist, which may have been accepted back then, but is never going to be ok with me. Gotta take the good with the bad though, and his contributions to the world of tattooing make up for it. My dad, of all people, says some pretty f*cked up things occasionally, and my best response is dead silence. part of being in the field i'm in involves researching the history of those who came before me.. some guy came in the other day asing for the "straight-edge"star(as in straight edge lifestyle, no drinking, smoking, drugs, sex,etc.), and we were all confused until we figured out that he meant a nautical star. YIPES! When did THAT happen?!?! the sailor jerry craze tho is very similar to the hipsters sporting overpriced Von Dutch apparel without having any idea who Von Dutch was. I have heard some really crazy theories, none of which come close to the truth which is that he was the father of modern pin-striping. i have worked at Timeless Tattoo in Atlanta for nearly 8 years, and am moving back to chicago in a month...not sure where i'll be working yet, but i'll keep you posted...

yar, i be a PROFESSIONAL tattooer by trade, and i says ye should stay away from the nautical star tattoos and find something a little less played out.... in plain english: every emo kid who's old enough to get tattooed has been getting these so called "sailor jerry tattoos" sailor jerry, while a good tattooer in his day, was quite a racist prick. most of his designs are timeless though, and people have been flocking to them by the buttload. a compass rose would definitely be more original, and you're less likely to run into a hundreds of other people at the pub with the same tattoo. personally, MY fave traditional sailor tattoos are a propeller on each butt cheek(to get your ass home!), and a rooster on one foot and a pig on the other. sailors tattoos were fraught with superstition, symbolism, and sometimes blind patriotism. usually it all boiled down to, "war sucks, i love my country, and get me home safe and sound."