Merrydeath

Drags a table out with cake an plates on it, passes it around to everyone.. Many happy days to ya, Hawkyns, long may you wave..

LOL.. Bravo Bravo.. Let me buy you a drink for such outstanding poetry. Not only pretty but with such insight!

The Copper Cup The Wharf Rat Pub The Fish Hooker The Beached Whale The Cask and Cutlass The Pirates Plunder Capt Morgan's Cove X Marks the Spot Sharks Tooth Inn Blackbeards Bounty Pillage and Spillage Fish and Ships The Jolly Roger The Crossbones Inn The Blue GRyphon GAlleon The Sea Rats Revenge The Mermaid Figurehead The Land HO... (this is actually one of the ships I was on in a story board and I claim it for I am the Captain.) The Moon Wrecker All for Me Grog The Whistling Sea Monkey Botany Bay All Points South Crossroads of the Sea. The Wenches Open Arms (another inn I worked at in a story board)

Fans self.. a piece of something I am thinking.. would that be a Quarter master?

Sappy New Year to all of you too! uh..I mean Happy!! yep. Happy..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

How about 'Son of Barbossa'? He wasn't always a ghost!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO heres a whole bunch of rounds.. and, glad for the special occasion!

Great card Nigel, it reminds me of someeone.. but not sure who.. wonderful card though!

hint.. take a pic o your self wit the camera in a mirror... then shake the camera ta wake up ta little man inside.. then see wot happens!

A few of us were at an Outback restaurant in Nebraska. It was Darkrose, Taya and a loverly wench named Charly there. Lass Charly knew of the manager there, and told us to have fun with him. First time he goes past, I ask him if he has every tasted chocolate on a woman's fingers before..(worried look) We eat the 'shrooms with our fingers and start to fling them into bodices left and right, then eat the meal with our daggers. Next time thru I ask the manager if he allows counter dancing for money (big worried look). BTW, the server we had was great, got all our jokes, and offered to be our cabin boy if he got to go to the Faire. The tables next to us are looking and whispering, wondering just where we came from. Someone at the faire wondered if we were from Holland, since we wore bodices... LOL. No great singing, no interviews, but that manager will NOT forget us soon.

> Nick the Dragon Slayer had a long-standing obsession to nuzzle the beautiful Queen's voluptuous breasts, but he knew the penalty for this would be death. > > One day he revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the Physician, who was the King's chief doctor. Horatio the Physician exclaimed that he could arrange for Nick the Dragon Slayer to satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 1,000 gold coins to arrange it. Without pause, Nick the Dragon Slayer readily agreed to the scheme. > > The next day, Horatio the Physician made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's brassiere while she bathed. Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense. > > Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio the Physician informed the King and Queen that only a special saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick the Dragon Slayer would work as the antidote to cure the itch. The King quickly summoned Nick the > Dragon Slayer. > > Horatio the Physician then slipped Nick the Dragon Slayer the antidote for the itching powder, which he quickly put into his mouth, and for the next four hours, Nick worked passionately on the Queen's voluptuous and magnificent breasts. The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and Nick the Dragon Slayer left satisfied and touted as a hero. > > Upon returning to his chamber, Nick the Dragon Slayer found Horatio the Physician demanding his payment of 1,000 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied, Nick the Dragon Slayer couldn't have cared less and, knowing that Horatio the Physician could never report this matter to the King, shooed him away with no payment made. > > The next day, Horatio the Physician slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's loincloth. The King immediately summoned Nick the Dragon Slayer..... > > MORAL OF THE STORY: Pay your bills >

*nods at EP* If it includes a pastry bag, that may be the wisest course.

Did somone say.. Merry? and there goes that hot bum drink again... cheers mates! May the stars shine for ya, the winds blow soft for ya, an may all your wishes come true.. Happy Hollydays..

From the script on the fandom page.. BARBOSSA: Ah, so you don't know as much as you pretend. Back when Cortes was cutting a great bloody swath through the New World, a high priest gave. him all the gold they had, with one condition: that he spare the people's lives. Of course, Cortes being Cortes, he didn't. (nods) He'd've made a great pirate, that one. Barbossa stands, moves to a shelf. Puts a key to a mediumsized polished wooden box -- the Captain's chest. Opens it. BARBOSSA (CONT'D) So the priest, with his dying breath, called on the power of the blood of his people, and put on the gold a curse. If anyone took so much as a single piece, as he was compelled by greed, by greed he would be consumed. Inside the chest are charts, some gold, a sextant -- and a few pages of a Mayan CODEX, pieces of tree bark inscribed with Mayan glyphs. Barbossa removes them carefully, sets them on the table. Pours over them. BARBOSSA (CONT'D) Within a day of leaving port for Spain, the treasure ship carrying the gold ... something went wrong. The ship run aground, every man aboard dead, save one. He survived long enough to hide the gold ashore. (beat) Over time, the dark magic of the curse seeped into the place, making it a cursed island. An island of death. Isla de Muerta. (etc.) BARBOSSA You idiot girl! It's no makebelieve! My crew and I, we found the gold, and we did more than take one piece, we took it all. Rich men we were and we spent it and traded it and gave it away in exchange for drink and food and pleasant company. But we found out: the drink could not sate us, and the food turned to ashes in our mouths, and no amount of pleasant company could ease our torment. (regains his composure) We are cursed men, Miss Turner, condemned, to be forever consumed by our own greed. Gold calls to UB, always, and we are driven, always, to find more, and add it to the treasure. Barbossa picks up the priceless Codex. Crushes them in his fist. BARBOSSA (CONT'D) There is but one way to remove the curse. All of the scattered pieces of the treasure must be restored in full, and the blood repaid. (he throws the pages aside) We've recovered every piece -- save for this. (holds up the medallion) And as for the blood ... that's what we have you for. (contd) BARBOSSA Here we stand before the cursed treasure of Cortez himself. Won by blood, it demands blood in return.

This is from the Script. It explains why he and his kin were needed...sorta. BARBOSSA Where's his child? The child that sailed from England eight years ago, the child who is the real owner of that medallion, the child in whose veins flows the blood of William Turner?! Where? and then.. Ah, William Turner. Stupid blighter. He threw in with us after we relieved Jack Sparrow of his captaincy, but turned out, it never sat well with himparticularly after we found Cortes' treasure, and its peculiar condition. He thought we deserved to be cursed, for leaving ol' Jack to the fate we did. That's why he sent off a piece of the treasure -- to you, as it were: so it would never be recovered, and so cursed we_ remain.

ah.. it was on the 'lines NOT to use on a wench' list...

heard that one already, but still a good one! I have the bumper stickers.. just another pirate chasing booty.. and.. Kiss me i'm a pirate!

*cuts enough pieces for all to have a piece or three.. then adds a generous amount o' rum to the rum punch*

Scupper matey, did ya have a little pirate flag on yer hiney, seeing as how you were a booty-grabbing pirate? Taking the other's bottles, cursing ta teachers to an early grave, pillaging the other's lunchboxes for gold.-- twinkies?

Happy Birthday late, Nell! many happy days ahead for you, clear skies, calm seas, an plenty of RUM!

Perks up ears.. smiles.. Capn Emerald, happy natal day to ya.. many happy days ahead for you, clear skies, calm seas, an plenty of RUM!

Mad Jack, Happy birthday to you, laddy!! many happy days ahead for you, clear skies, calm seas, an plenty of RUM!

Viper matey, many happy days ahead for you, clear skies, calm seas, an plenty of RUM!

Lots of virtual cake an vitals to ya, Rhoyd.. and many more days to come..

Happy Holidays, Capn, and may you find lots of booty! :)