Cap'n Mad Eye
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Nothin' too major...just needed t' stop postin' shanties is all Now I"m good...I think
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nefertiti
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Also I sees ya made Deck Swabber. Kind of sneaks up on ya. Well, e'rs ta that to. Congrats lad...
Secret's safe wit me mate...danke fer the congrats. Now t' only git back t' me 200+ that I 'ad bef're!
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Oh hell, when is PiP?
I may be able to convince a couple members of my crew to band together and save for a road trip. They need a big non-SCA event under their belt anyways.
Nov 25th-Dec 4th this year.
Don't make us send people out to hijack ya
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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!
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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
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The Pyrates just debuted their pirate dinner theatre play for Fortune 500 execs. Complete with three life size sets, a 40' ship and a cast of 13. Glad it's over now - we did all the set construction and assembly ourselves...
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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!
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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!
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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!)
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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.
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Bon Jovi- Wanted Dead or Alive
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T'day....mostly hungover.....arrrr :) ....shhhhh!....too loud!
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!
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hot foot
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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. :)
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very very nice
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!
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virgins
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I must say that was excellent, Hurricane! Makes me wanna git back down there this year more than ever.
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body painting
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We're going to be in full regalia. Wouldn't be much point otherwise. Just let them try to stop us at the gate. We'll chop 'em to pieces and boil their bones for lunch...
Hurricane
Aye matey that be soundin' like a mighty fine plan ye gots there.
How Do You FEEL Now?
in Beyond Pyracy
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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!