Cap'n Mad Eye

I'm feelin' good...a day of rum in me and it's amazin' how the time flies. Not lookin' foreward t' work tomorrow, but the paycheck is a paycheck. Only 4 days til Lee Island!

Nothin' too major...just needed t' stop postin' shanties is all Now I"m good...I think

nefertiti

Secret's safe wit me mate...danke fer the congrats. Now t' only git back t' me 200+ that I 'ad bef're!

Nov 25th-Dec 4th this year. Don't make us send people out to hijack ya

Ah bloody 'eck Jonathan...I missed yer arrival! Well here's t' hopin' the rounds still on ya! Ray! I be 'avin' an'ther...yes an'ther...pint o' rum mate! Welcome t' the pub Jonathan!

I'm addicted...someone help? Please? Cape Cod Girls Cape Cod girls ain't got no combs Haul away, haul away They brush their hair with codfish bones And we're bound away for Australia So heave away, me bully, bully boys Haul away, haul away Heave her up and don't you make a noise And we're bound away for Australia Cape Cod kids ain't got no sleds They slide down the hills on codfish heads Cape Cod girls ain't got no frills They tie their hair with codfish gills Cape Cod cats ain't got no tails They lost them all in the northeast gales

Good lord man! Sounds like we got in the werks fer Pennsic this year! Right now we've got a 2 story common tent that looks like the back end of a splintered vessel, a new crows nest, new gate and a portable shanty that be lookin' it was made from th' remains of the ship in the works. Only 109 days to complete 't all too! Oh then there's me personal stuff...new hat, new coat and various other odd an' ends that I be needin'. Ah...life is grand!

Here's a little backstory for this one... By Chrystofer & Andrixios Seljukroctonis; a filk to the tune of "Ballad of the Green Berets." It all began at Pennsic War one year, when Paval (a Calontir fighter) started duct-taping stuffed hamsters onto his sword-brothers' helms; and quickly degenerated from there. The song also scans to "March on Cambredth" by Phoenyx. (Which just shows you JUST what a warped universe we live in...) The Fighting Hamsters of Calontir Fighting hamsters from the sky Some will live and some will die Hamsters have nothing to fear, The fighting hamsters of Calontir Silver tape upon their backs A broadsword is all they lack Fifty hamsters fight a war They won't win without fifty more Trained by jumping off a roof Trained in combat tooth to tooth Hamsters fight both far and near The fighting hamsters of Calontir Riding high upon our helms Their war cry it overwhelms All opponents become weak At their fearsome squeaky-squeak Back at home Paval awaits His fighting hamster's met its fate He has died while drinking beer The fighting hamsters of Calontir Once again it's off to war This time we number a dozen more We will fight for those in need So this year it's with Caid Fighting hamsters jump from planes Fighting hamsters fall like rain Some will live but most will die Stupid creatures cannot fly!

Whiskey-O Whiskey-o, Johny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below Now whiskey is the life of man Always was since the world began Now whiskey gave me a broken nose And whiskey made me pawn me clothes Now whiskey is the life of man Whiskey from that old tin can I thought I heard the first mate say I treats me crew in a decent way A glass of whiskey all around And a bottle full for the shanty man (Spoken: Up she blew!)

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy. With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconson As the big freighters go it was bigger than most With a crew and the Captain well seasoned. Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ships bell rang Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling. The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the Captain did, too, T'was the witch of November come stealing. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashing When afternoon came it was freezing rain In the face of a hurricane West Wind When supper time came the old cook came on deck Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya At 7PM a main hatchway caved in He said fellas it's been good to know ya. The Captain wired in he had water coming in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when his lights went out of sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Does anyone know where the love of God goes When the words turn the minutes to hours The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd fifteen more miles behind her. They might have split up or they might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the ruins of her ice water mansion Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams, The islands and bays are for sportsmen. And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the gales of November remembered. In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee Superior, they say, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early.

Bon Jovi- Wanted Dead or Alive

What's a 'ango'er? I feelin' like I need t' start drinkin' 'gain. The day moon is still out an' something just has t' be done 'bout that!

hot foot

Wow 10min eh Joshua? That means ya be from me home port of Philly eh? Good t' see an'ther from the area! Fort Mifflin is bein' a great place though. We're actually workin' on an aft'r hours tour o' th' place when we move back t' the area. Should be an interestin' experience. :)

So that means yer gonna be makin' it down this year fer right Cap'n? Cause if'n ya don't I'll send out a Brute Squad t' hunt yer ass down!

virgins

I must say that was excellent, Hurricane! Makes me wanna git back down there this year more than ever.

body painting

Aye matey that be soundin' like a mighty fine plan ye gots there.