Jacky Tar

Does that bring us back t'... Slurpees?

Ojai is always fun. I spent time with the 'Tales o' the Seven Seas' bunch, on Saturday. Great people there, including: Red-Handed Jill, Jack, Gloria, Weezer, Chainshot, Iron Bess, and of course Ransom. Aye, they had a vampire pirate chained t' the tree in front o' their camp; he was funny, an belonged t' the camp next door... I sez the duck last year was a bigger crowd pleaser.

Journeyed o'vr the river an through the woods t' Kenneth's camp (Kern Co. Privateers). Our east coast brethren would be proud o' this lot. They are truly the best at tryin' t' reenact Golden Age pirates; even if the locals here don't appreciate their efforts.

Despite the vampires, fairies, goths, hot dogs (Aye, someone was dressed as a wiener), and vikings, the faire is a welcomed weekend spectacle. How did I miss the Spartan women?

Wit' the main sail unfurled, an the anchor hoisted, I said t' Stones, "Bring us in close, but not too close."

He laughed, "Ye suppose will need the room t' run, sir?"

"Nay! But I don't want her t' think we mean t' board her, either."

Again Stones chuckled, "Aye, we wouldn't want t' spook the big Moor, again."

"Who said anythin' bought not wantin' to spook him? I just want t' get this over wit', finish collectin' wot we came fer, an get underway t' Florida."

"So, ye still mean t' find the source o' that water?" Stones asked.

"We didn't come this far t' turn back now!"

My, JT, aren't we snarky...

Not attemptin' t' be 'Snarky'. I love the idea o' romantic love, an on rare occasions I've experienced it. (This is wot happens when I read Keats 'fore bedtime.)

The poem was for parents of children wit' special needs... God bless them!

Little Freudian slip there Ransom... I'm not just yer JT; kinda hopin' I was Iron Bess's JT! (NOW THAT WAS SNARKY!)

You must have had a wonderful weekend!

Hardly!!! (LOL) Why do ye suppose, women always think when men attempt t' write poems 'bout love that they must be talkin' about romantic love?

Sorry, t' disappoint, no romantic weekend, an this was not 'bout romantic love.

Sigh....

Some say, love gives you wings.

I say, love allows you to soar without them.

Some say, love takes your breath away.

I say, love gives you a reason to breath.

Some say, love will overcome all obstacles.

I say, love is an irresistible force.

Some say, love is all we need.

I agree.

"Wot do ye make o' that?" Stones asked.

"Looks like Nate is takin' his leave." I said, as we watched the sloop sail away from the Rakehell.

"Suppose he's makin' room fer us t' pay a visit t' the Rakehell?" Stones asked, again.

"There's no tellin' fer sure. But that excuse is as good as any."

"Smithe!" I shouted, "If yer done tossin' things overboard, ready t' drop some canvas, an weigh anchor."

"It's time we paid a visit t' the Rakehell."

Aww c'mon.... Kemit could do the part with one flipper tied behind his back!!

I spoke wit' Kermit, an he said, he's not interested in the part.

He also said, that if ye didn't quit pushin' his buttons, yer friend the pig would get it. Then he mumbled somethin' bout makin' it look like an accident wit' one o' yer swords!

Come t' think 'bout it, he didn't seem too happy 'bout sharin' a trailer (an flies) wit' Spiderman, either...

Happy belated birthday Cheeky (Actress)!

I'd like t' raise a toast t' a real lady (since they seem t' be in short supply these days).

T' Cheeky, whom I've heard had t' register her spoon (as a deadly weapon) wit' the local authorities.

"So I suppose this means we won't be usin' the lad as bait?" Stones asked.

"Not t'day, Stones. O' course there's a lot o' water 'tween here an Florida." I said wit' a wry smile.

A very Happy Birthday Syren!

And I hope another cold front hit on yer natal day... Or at least a temperature drop below the triple digits.

Bess tips her Brabossa hat ...

(I hope that's a typo.)

I've seen what's in the bodice... Never thought of checkin' under the hat!

'Eyes ye silly sod, are ye bringin' a blade t' a gun fight, again?

Nice blade, ye pirate!

"Wot is brewin' aboard that ship?" I heard myself, curse under my breath.

"One minute their signalin' us t' come along side, the next they're wavin' us off." I said incredulously, "Now they've got sailors wit' pistols, trained on those sailors in the sloop."

I lowered the spyglass, "I suppose we should be grateful Nate didn't try t' bring his troubles aboard our vessel."

Stones offered, "Unlikely that would o' happened sir, ye probably would o' shot him if he tried t' come aboard."

Call Iron Bess, Herself ('cause she does), Tater-Tot Goddess, or just Phoebe's mom.

But when ye do, wish her a Happy Birthday, and don't forget the Mai Tais.

Happy Birthday Iron Bess!

Disaronno over ice.

Ship: Relentless

Description: Modeled after the Lady Washington.

Crew:

Jacky Tar (Captain), Dillard (1st Mate), Smithe, Stones, Jonesy, Rosie (Cook), various un-named sailors and Spoons (Ex-Cook; currently in the brig).

Destination:

Florida (Aye, we're goin' t' Disney World!)

bummer...

(It's hot!)

mummer

Every day is a blessin', an birthdays of ol' pirates are always worth celebratin'!

Happy Birthday Callenish!

Wot we would later find out was a pistol shot, caused every man on deck t' turn his attention in the direction o' the Rakehell.

"One shot?" I spun about, almost losin' me footing. "Bloody hell! Doesn't look like a melee." I remarked, while gazin' through the spyglass.

Scannin' the faces on the deck o' the Rakehell, I breathed a sigh o' relief, when I spotted her red head captain amongst those standin'.

A quick glance ov'r at the Rakehell, wit' the spyglass, told me Ransom was givin' her first mate another tongue lashin'. I lowered the glass, an quipped t' Stones, "Ye suppose that first mate on the Rakehell, knows he's bigger than her?"

Stones replied dryly, "He was probably taller 'fore he signed on, sir."

"Yer probably right, I believe I was a head taller 'fore I met her," I mumbled, an turned t' see Stones stifle a laugh.

"Dillard!" I shouted, "I need some bait t' catch me a white tip!"

Aye, more good pirates lost t' family life then t' Davey Jone's locker. Doesn't set so well wit' the locals, but it can't be helped, sez I.

Happy Belated Birthday, Blackfoot!

Iron Bess, she's the Pearl... I'm sure she has a happiness hangover, an they always last fer a day or two!

Happy Birthday (Hangover) BHP!

Eyes, I just had t' revisit this one.

Ye need t' post a 'fore an aft' pic.

Wot a transformation!