Seeking Pirate Wench
Must Have
1. Tight Corset and Fyne Booty.
Preferrably likes it ROUGH and does not mind husband who goes to sea for months at a time. Is NOT the jealous type!
Of course, it wouldn't be White Wine Sauce unless we had AIR pirates here!
And this crewman be here for me old shipmate Maksim:
Have ye-selves an Arrrggghhhhh of a day mateys!
3 comments:
Arrr, Tas, matey...
She might do just the trick... I'll have her swab the decks and maybe another odd spot or two that may need swabb'in!
Thanks be to ye!
Shalom,
Maksim-Smelchak.
Chinese/Malay Pirates Celebrate International Talk like a Pirate Day
Soon after the failure of their "Raid On Sher-Li Temple" the two notorious pirate chiefs Hoo Flung Dung and Junk Sank Sosumi escaped from the territorial gaol where they were awaiting trial. They recruited new crews and built (and stole) a new fleet of junks. They launched an attack on the mission station of Saint Joseph located on the small Island of Tanipo. There they kidnapped the nuns and all other westerners within that area. They have taken these
hostages to their hidden base on one of the many island of this region. An international flotilla led by the British and Japanese is in route to the area. There are disturbing reports that the pirates have some unusual weapons at their disposal........
Fifteen Men on a Dead Man's Chest
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of 'em good and true -
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through a sternlight screen...
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
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