Post by bluddworth on Dec 21, 2009 14:17:01 GMT -5
Argh.... I've been suddenly washed up ashore.....an empty rum bottle tied around me neck.....a bump on me head....and a foppish wig, that smelled like the sweaty testicles of a yak, clutched in me hand.
These signs can only mean one thing......I'm ready to sail the "Burning Seas" with my wolfpack mates, looking fer me sea legs under me, and for my hold to be filled with plunder.
I took me "Cursed Blade" out fer a cruise last night, refit her with some dirty little tricks up me sleaves, and I turned the tables on a filthy Frog pirate hunter....Aye, turned the tables...I did the hunting, he did the sinking!
I'm hoping these next 13 days shows me the burning seas has enough to keep me occupied.....Come February 2, the stars will be calling me as well (Star Trek Online).
I will be dropping a message in a bottle fer ye in the 'pack and I hope to be sail'n wit' yer filthy hides by tonight.
These signs can only mean one thing......I'm ready to sail the "Burning Seas" with my wolfpack mates, looking fer me sea legs under me, and for my hold to be filled with plunder.
I took me "Cursed Blade" out fer a cruise last night, refit her with some dirty little tricks up me sleaves, and I turned the tables on a filthy Frog pirate hunter....Aye, turned the tables...I did the hunting, he did the sinking!
I'm hoping these next 13 days shows me the burning seas has enough to keep me occupied.....Come February 2, the stars will be calling me as well (Star Trek Online).
I will be dropping a message in a bottle fer ye in the 'pack and I hope to be sail'n wit' yer filthy hides by tonight.
