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whiski_sourAhoy, me hearties! 'Tis the day we get rid of the lubber talk, sharpen the cutlasses, and weigh anchor. Today, maties, we go huntin' for booty!
Beware those rum fellows speakin' lubber! They be poxed. Use yer deadlights and watch yerself. The scurvy bilge suckers'll steal yer grub, grog, and wenches a'fore ya can blink! Spy one and we'll feed the fish. Keelhaulin's too good for the bilge rats!
Be there any shark bait on me ship that don't wanta do their part, I'll have ya kissin' the gunner's daughter. So get to it smartly, me dogs. If the cat can't persuade ya, you'll find yerself dancin' with Jack Ketch!
'Til the lookout calls "Sail ho!", we'll have a chantey, slice the mainbrace, and see what's crawled out of the bung hole.
Fair winds!
Beware those rum fellows speakin' lubber! They be poxed. Use yer deadlights and watch yerself. The scurvy bilge suckers'll steal yer grub, grog, and wenches a'fore ya can blink! Spy one and we'll feed the fish. Keelhaulin's too good for the bilge rats!
Be there any shark bait on me ship that don't wanta do their part, I'll have ya kissin' the gunner's daughter. So get to it smartly, me dogs. If the cat can't persuade ya, you'll find yerself dancin' with Jack Ketch!
'Til the lookout calls "Sail ho!", we'll have a chantey, slice the mainbrace, and see what's crawled out of the bung hole.
Fair winds!
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Date: 2004-09-26 12:21 am (UTC)WL,
Missy