Rosalinda

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Seaskull.

Tasty as ever, no doubt.

*licks lips*

Pass the salt, me hearties.

*wonders*

I be a diver as well...not in Texas though. I be in the chilly pacific coast. Enjoy yer self!

I'm on the Pacific, myself. And I be crazy fer divin'! Come October, there's not a lobster in Southern California that don't feel uneasy!

Nice photography, TJ. I loved the old, whithered piano image, especially.

Wow! That's was a very good one, Dream Wench!

You have an amazing perspective.

http://hatcrafters.com/page5.htm

I have no experience with them..yet..jest stumbled inta tha page...Methinks a good selection..pricey, no doubt....but quality makes a difference...and original touches set ya apart in yer own way.

*immediately goes into massive fit of convulsions*

Oh, yeah. Those are nice.

I think I'll have another hit... I mean another look.

He hee! You crack me up, Rosalinda.

I likes ye more each time ye post.

Well thank you, Pirate Nigel. That was very nice of you to say so, sir.

I had a listen, Cap'n Crusty. Very, very nice. Loud, too.

Good job, Cap'n.

"I be a moderne Pirate, but me troubles begin out o' the blue when I feel me kin callin' me from beyond the sands o' tyme. I find meself wishin' I cud help 'em thru the troubles they had, and I find meself wishin'...they wud jes pluck me up from a traffic jam..an' plunk me back a century or two...so's we can have some closeness. Wryters think about these things....one leg in moderne tymes..and the other leg way back...somehow..maybe connected thru a common emotional state o' mind. Kinda like when ya look up at the clouds an' think free thoughts...not like the ones all programmed into yer head by the chains of a non-thinkin' society...."

Yep, I hear what you're saying, Dream Wench. There's no known cure for what you're talking about, however.

Not without a whole bunch of illegal nar... well, nevermind.

Oddly, TWANG! is the only thing I can play on my Fender Strat. Maybe I should sell it?

I love fiddle, however, especially electric fiddle. But I'm not fond of sea shanties. I don't even care to type those two words.

So... let's hear you play something, Cap'n Crusty!

I likes RumbaRue's group who claim they are more "hysterically" accurate than historically accurate.

I prefers this look fer me Captain Hook:

Kin I haves him on me birthday cake, Rumba?

Sorry t'interrupt yer discussion but this Captain be likin' the silly and irrelevent sometimes.

Some things are worth repeating.

I think I would have lasted about six months before I lost it. My skin is too delicate to survive constant exposure to the elements, I enjoy the feeling of good mattress and clean, DRY sheets, I bathe far to frequently to be considered a pirate, and I have an unrelenting need to feel the ground beneath my feet and the wind on my face when I run each morning.

No, I'd bail out at the first opportunity. Rum and gold ain't everything. Gunpowder? I've got some in the garage. Cannon? I have several small, hand-held cannons of various calibre. Bucket boots and a tricorn? Don't really need them. Piratical attitute? Probably not. Sword? I have one, thanks. It looks nice on the wall of my humble abode.

The opportunity to be a pirate wench? Oh, I think I'll pass.

Freedom? That would be a state of mind, not a thing or a place.

What am I doing here, then? Just hanging around to irritate the rest of you, singing all the while:

Arrgggh ! And Yo-ho! Yo-ho! A pirates life for me !!!

*sobs* I agree, RumbaRue!

Gods, I do love the poetry. Y'all done real good.

Please write more.

###

Hanging from a rope

My eyes pop from their sockets

Drop to sea below

I thought I had a Haiku in me but it's not coming out.

Nevermind.

O! Pirate haiku;

No stars nor moonlight drifting;

No dark clouds lifting!

PyratePhil, you're weird,

I'll give you that.

Near as strange as

that cat in the hat!

But no! I'll not fret,

– though I'll ne'er forget

Twas here we 'ad our first spat.

I be hearin' o' wings and burgers, wings and pizza, 'n' even wings and sushi...

...but wings and fly? O, well, to each his or her own, I guesses...

Forgive me, Phil, I'm in Pyrate Special Ed. We're slow!

I get it, now!

Pass the salt, please.......!

That's what wings are for... flying.

Pirates don't know of these things, I presume.

Aye, this is bogus

All this talk of piracy

I'll take wings and fly.

Oh, yeah! Hook me up with some of those! We'll talk.

Flogging

Withholding Rum Ration

Keelhauling

Blindfolding and tying to the big brass bed

Coitus Interruptus (especially when done by a third party)

Hope this helps!

Like oysters? :)

You might be on to somethin'...

Pirates Ball & Pig Roast?

Do they both require the same amount of cooking time?

Argh.

You can buy a good, clean, used submarine there too.

I wished they had more pictures, like Auto Trader does.

Nice!

7th Planet from the Sun, Milky Way Galaxy

I love it! I'm partial to the phrase "rip him/her a new one" but 'cut your throat out' also works for me, as does 'slit the bloody bastard's throat' and 'stick a red hot poker in her eyes'.

But hey! You tell the story and I'll read it!

Lovely panel, by the way. Very nice!

I like it. Looks like a bicorn to me.

Oh, I see that little wrinkle in the front now. Nothing a little steam wouldn't take care of, I imagine. Maybe I'll go order one now!

Iron tends to rust something fierce. And quickly too.

Rawhide last for quite a long while.