William Brand

Laughter be the best medicine...no. Wait.

Rum is.

Laughter be a close second. Aye.

On one pyrate outing, I wore a pair of (typical rennie) wrap trousers. When a 'patron' woman asked about them, I replied:

"Oh, I got them off a Buddhist Monk. I always wanted to be one of the 'Pirates of Zen Pants'".

"He who would pun would pick a pocket."

Well...Baconfest is come and gone again. Lots of bacon dishes. Lot's of costumes. Lots of laughter, music and dancing.

Aye. Another year to wait...

I am third from the right in the back row.

(floats by on a plank)

Arrr.

  blackjohn said:

I hate to post "me too" messages, but I gotta.

Me too!

I believe anything is possible, but I'll follow Occam's Razor until someone gives me good evidence otherwise.

As for silk, I have no problem believing that. I was an ensign in the First Maryland Regiment (Revwar re-enacting) for some time. Our flag was silk, made of a number of panels hand sewn together, with a hand-painted motiff of a swan fighting an eagle. The silk held well, though it did get a number of bayonet punctures. Sadly, the paint had a tendency to chip and flake.

Blackjohn

This is why I recommend the natural canvas drop cloth as a substrate for painting a pirate flag. The canvas cloth holds the paint very well, and once you've painted one side, you can hang it up over a window to trace and paint the opposite side. All of my examples were commissions that I've sold, but I'll post the next one I do, so that you can see what I mean.

Wonderful pictures mate. aye

I am sooooooooo tempted to build a boat now. Aye.

Curse the internet!

http://www.svensons.com/boat/?pd=SailBoats

My birthday is coming up. Aye.

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Aye.

ARRRRRRR! Pics! aye.

I'm be havin' meself a party with some pirate folk. AYE.

Hardtack all around!

There be too many clean pirates on that site. Where be the dirt? Where be the blood!?

Aye. Too clean.

And too many men with all their limbs!

Blue blood paralitic drunk!? AYE! AYE!

MORE RUM!

A toast t'yer birthday, lad.

I'll be leavin' afore the dancing girls gets here; they ain't me type.

But it's belly dancing and a fine art it be. Aye.

(drums on a doumbek)

Crimson Crow, me fine lad! 'Tis the day of yer nativity and I for one be glad for it. Let us drink until we can't stand up and then we shall truly start drinking.

I brought dancing girls. Aye.

(removes his hat and hangs his head low)

I have missed yer birthday and for that I am sorry. Aye. I shall make it up to ye with the following belated gifts. I have brought these four keg bearing slave boys and a bronze tub from Spain for yer private quarters.

(bows low)

Damn it all to Hell.

And I mean that in the friendliest of terms. I can't stay dry here for ten minutes...

...which reminds me. MORE RUM!

Why does every lass here eventually want to push me into open water or dump a bucket of the stuff over me head?

We can only hope that someday the world will experience a crash of economy, technology and a governments.

The day that happens, I'll meet you off of the Keys. Aye.

Ahhh. It looks like rain be headed this way. I love a good rainstorm off of the sea. Aye.

(heads out to the waterbreak to great the coming storm.)

Aye. And we should conserve water. Aye.

I do believe I could watch mermaids swim all day. Aye.

(ties a hammock in a tree near the water's edge)

(Tries to imagine Christine soaked in rum. Has to sit down)

OOOOOOWW.

(gets up off of the floor before more stumblers come through)

Where is my hat?

Attacked your hat ?? Ohhow dare he ? He was quiet a lucky upstart that it was such a relaxed and fine pirate as your self he was belittling the hat of. In some pirates eyes you should as soon mess with your own heart beat as to attack a man's hat!

Here is a free round and a kiss on the cheek for your patience and knowing when an impertinent ship jumper is not worth the effort of sharpening your tounge on !

The lad was an idiot of the first order. Sooo I kept it friendly until he left.

It was quite similair to having a bee in the car and waiting for an opportune moment to pull over and let the buzzing little devil out.