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A visit from Whitebeard


Bully MacGraw

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A Visit From Whitebeard

'Twas the night afore Christmas, and down below decks

all the prisoners was sleepin'-with chains 'round their necks.

A mutineer was hung from the yardarm with care

so's all o' the others was sure to beware.

The crew was all nestled below in their bunks:

they slept just like babies-but smelled just like skunks.

The mate with his cutlass, and me with me gun

had just settled in for a long drink o' rum,

when over the decks there arose such a clammer,

I reached for me pistol, and pulled back the hammer.

Away to the porthole I flew in a wink-

I opened it wide, and I threw up me drink.

The moon to the west was the probable source

of the naggin' suspicion that we was off course,

when what to me matey's one eye should appear

but eight flyin' goats and an old buccaneer!

I went for me spyglass when first they appeared

and I knew in a minute it must be-WHITEBEARD!

More rapid than seagulls they flew toward me quarters -

and he lashed them, and cursed them, and barked out these orders:

"Now, Long Jack! Now, Silver! Now, Dutchman and Flint!

On Barnacle, and Bluster! On Cable, and Quint!

To the top o' the mains'l, to the top o' the mast!

Now cast off that line! No, not that one! OH, BLAST!"

As ships that are pitchin' and driven by blizzard

when met with an obstacle, ram through its gizzard,

so into the crow's nest his vessel did crash

with a blasphemous curse, and the crack of a lash.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard him aloft

as he climbed down the rigging all stealthy and soft.

As I pulled in me head and went back in the gloom

down onto the deck Whitebeard hit with a BOOM!

He was blackened with powder burns, head down to boot,

and we hid 'neath me bunk as he searched for the loot.

A rusty old cutlass that hung by his side

made me feel very glad we'd decided to hide.

His eye, how it festered! His features, how salty!

He tripped and he fell, 'cause his vision was faulty.

His ratty white hair was tied back with a scarf,

and the beard on his chin was so white you could barf.

The stump of his knee was held up by a peg-

and how well I remember-'twas I took his leg!

He had a long, jagged scar, and a stomach gigantic

that rolled when he walked like the northern Atlantic.

He was ugly and fat-a right scurvy old elf

so I stayed where I was and threw up on myself.

For the look in his eye and the tilt of his head

soon gave me to know that we soon might be dead.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to the hold

and he stole all the silver, and bagged up the gold,

and locking the treasure up inside a chest

went back up the rigging into the crow's nest.

He boarded his craft, to his team gave a yell,

and away they all flew just like bats out of Hell!

But I heard him proclaim, like a ghost from afar,

"I'll be back again next year-be ready! Har, harrr!"

Those destined to hang, shall not fear drowning

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OMG, did you write this? This is amazing, absolutely class. I LOVE IT!!!

>>He was ugly and fat-a right scurvy old elf

so I stayed where I was and threw up on myself.

For the look in his eye and the tilt of his head

soon gave me to know that we soon might be dead.<<

The first two lines had me laughing so hard I was nearly crying. This is amazing. _Amazing_. Thank you for posting!!! And if you wrote it -- well DONE! <_<:huh::huh:

I am now "Captain Charlotte Savvy." Sorry for any confusion -- I'll only be making this user-name change this once! :)
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Aye. Me hats off to you. Tis a great piece of holiday cheer.

Scupper

"That's the navy for you. Rum in the scuppers today. Blood in the scuppers tomorrow."

Thrist is a shameless disease. So here's to a shameful cure!

"Loyalty, honesty and directness are traits I admire. Insecurity, snipes and disrespect I will not tolerate in the least."

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