Avast there, ye knock-kneed scallywaggs!

Ye’ve reached the Quarterdeck, to be sure.This is where yer Captain thunders away on subjects that strike his fancy, passes the scuttlebutt on current conspiracies, or ruminates on a life spent under the black flag. Aye, be bub.

Ahoy... 1... 2...

Wednesday July 26, 2006

A “stand up” Captain and his antiquated observational humour.

Yar! Yar-1-2! Testing. Is this thing on?

Ahoy.

Did you ever notice that the boatswain always pipes aloft when you are in the bath? Har.

And another thing, how come is it that he’s gotta to use that blasted whistle? Why not a fiddle or even a piccolo? Maybe a nicely plucked harp. Nope. He’s gotta use that shriek-whistle that makes that noise, you know that noise, the noise that hits your spine before it hits your ears. So yer all, like this (twiching uncontrolablely) “What was that? What? Why are all the dolphins screaming?”

I mean, come on!

And what’s with dolphins? Can they be anymore anoying? Eee eee eeee eee—- shaddup! They is supposed to be smarter than us, but give me a break. They’re hyper active, they can’t sit still, they yap all the time. They’re Chihuahuas. Dolphins are the Chihuahuas of the sea. And let me tell you mate, the day I get outsmarted by a jabbering, yappy, fish-dog is the day that I hand off the helm. Yo quero earplugs!

You know what I mean? Har.

Well, ye been great, but I gotta go. I gotta toss the bossun overboard.

Yar, thanks for swabbing the deck. Good night!

November 2006: 02: Discovery of The Frogg
July 2006: 26: Ahoy... 1... 2...