Jacky Tar

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Interestin' timing Patrick. Someone showed me a pic o' the steampunk computer wit a typewriter keyboard, a couple days back.

I can't think o' anyone here better equipped t' create steampunk contraptions, then yer self.

Best o' luck!

Dillard had come back on deck, followed by Smithe, while I was at the helm. "Mister Dillard call all hands on deck an make ready t' sail in t' the sound, an find safe harbour," I shouted.

"All hands, Aye!" He replied.

"Smithe, when Jonesy is on deck, take a few o' those Dutch sailors aloft an reef the top sails." Smithe knuckled his forehead, and he didn't hav t' wait long, Jonesy head had just cleared the main hatch.

The winds were drivin' us in t' port, no need t' even tack. "We need t' slow the Relentless an find good anchorage, " I said.

"The winds aren't goin' t' favor any backing here!" I shouted t' Dillard. "Tell the lads to start furling the main, Mister Dillard."

We'll bring her in on the mizzen, I thought.

Sybil

I just got a call from CNN in New York.

They spotted the Picture of Pirate Phoebe in her *Gacky* Easter Bunny Ears..... (just like her Uncle Adam said would happen) and are going to have her on the front page of thier *Off Beat* section on the CNN News Web Site next Weds. : )

So, writers from CNN comb the pub fer news worthy features?

Who knew! (I guess Uncle Adam.)

(Congrats Phoebe.)

Seven Deadly Sins: Superbia, avaritia, luxuria, ira, gula, invidia and accidie.

The distictive call of a boatswain's whistle, could me heard, callin' the crew t' breakfast.

"Rosie, yer full o' surprises," said I. The crew was less intimidated by Rosie, then Silkie. Yet it was clear t' everyone that manners an certain protocols would be observed in the galley, now. Anyone who didn't follow the new rules would find themselves on the wrong end o' a heavy spoon, or worse a fryin' pan.

Our days at sea past quickly, despite the drama in the galley. The crew had settled in t' their routines an we counted the days by our calls t' sup.

After our twentieth meal, land was sighted. Aye, we would be in the port o' St. Jean, in time fer breakfast.

So, their little threesome 'll become a foursome!

And the new arrival is a little girl, too.

Congratulations t' ye all.

Ah, come on! Phoebe an I don't talk 'bout yer drinkin' habits.

Like Phoebe always says, "Family doesn't rat on family."

Of course she has said, ye hav squeaky toy issues...

Prayers offered for the surgery and recovery, for Saltypots.

Speedy recovery lass.

I chuckled at Silkie's remark, "We best keep Rosie locked up in the galley, then. We wouldn't want her runnin' the rest o' the ship!"

I offered, the unusually timid Silkie me mug, which she accepted. As I walked back t' the stern, I mumbled, "Maybe I should promote Rosie t' first mate. She'd whip this crew in t' shape." With that, I wondered wot had become o' Roberts.

Happy Birthday PhilosopherPhil!

Do they let avatars eat cake?

(p.s. Where do we send the Depends?).

I love the last picture, the poor look on that dog's face says it all.   

NAY!!

She LOVES to pose (she's a born ham...)

Gets it from her Uncle Jacky-Tar I think.

Ye know, I've been accused o' bein' a monkey's uncle but never Phoebe's uncle?

I'm honored that ye see any resemblance, at all!

Give Phoebe an her mom a big hug from me.

cavity

Must be some party t' raise ol' Blackfoot from the dead.

Happy Birthday, Merrydeath. Hope this year brings good things t' yer door (if it doesn't... don't open the door!)

Aye, Ray a night cap on the lasses coin.

Tell us lass, is Antiquity a place or a state o' mind?

Thank ye, Arrrella!

The clatter o' pans an the Spanish curses from the galley, told me I'd hav t' confront the new cook, sooner or later. The thirst fer coffee tempered my better judgement.

"Good mornin', Rosie." I said, as I entered the galley. "The smell o' yer coffee was irresistible." She smiled, turned an poured me a mug.

I glanced about the galley, which looked tidy an in order. She seemed too busy cooking t' take further notice o' me; or so I thought.

Movin' closer t' the stove, I started t' reach fer some bacon. 'Fore I could grab a slice, Rosie cracked me across the knuckles wit' a large wooden spoon. "No ahora!" she chastised me.

I retreated t' the main deck, wit' me mug o' coffee, t' wait fer the call for breakfast.

Well ARRRella, 'sides yer desire t' collect pirate dolls an watch pirate movies, tell us 'bout yer self lass.

Tis' customary fer new members t' offer drinks an then tell thar tales. So toss some coin on the bar an watch the thirsty pirates gather.

my ears are bright red.

Aye, but yer eyes are bright blue; so, no one 'll notice the ears.

sea breeze

Leavin' a port an settin' sail fer the next, always gives one pause. Wit' the sun risin', I found me self turnin' t' see if any Spanish sails were behind us. Satisfied that none were, I laid in a course fer St. Jean.

"Smithe, climb that ratline and help Jonesy unfurl the last o' the courses!" I bellowed. "Fer a short round fella, that man can climb."

A lot 'bout sailing is goin' in the wrong direction. The winds favored us this mornin', so we were headin' mostly in the right direction.

Stones had secured the last o' the warp anchors; I requested he take the helm. The smell o' coffee was waftin' from the galley an it was callin' t' me.

Interestin' Avatar... Pirate Barbie is it?

Welcome Arrrreella... Arreel... ARReee Eli... Jeez Louise!

Welcome lass.

Chicken salad

#$%&*!

Sara

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