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| May 14, 2010 00:38 | #91   |
 | I love those frilly pirate shirts. I'm in! |
| May 14, 2010 01:09 | #92 |
| So the scurvy one, with the ‘black spot’ and spell checker is back. Tis time to call on the Royal Navy once more and send him back to that mosquito infested swamp of an island that he calls home. Never Never Land, I think they call it? Up the mizzen with you Jim lad, and see if you can spot a sail yonder. Dodger. |
| May 14, 2010 03:29 | #93 |
| Ahoy there me hearties. Belay that treacherous scuttlebutt from Stoker Dodger. It's the cat of nine tails for him. I am the captain of this ship and I gives the orders here. Set sail for The Carribean and hoist The Jolly Roger. The Royal Navy is no match for this Man-O-War. We can make shark bait of any bilge sucking navy me bucko. Any lad or lassie not with us will be keelhauled. Dead men tell no tales. Where's my scrumpet Dainty? Where's that landlubber the Narrator? Where's the wench Yolanda? Where's that scurvey dog Rosco? Batten down the hatches, hoist the colours and set sail. There is booty aplenty to be found. |
| May 14, 2010 03:49 | #94 |
| i don't understand this language. why dont you speak english instead. |
| May 14, 2010 04:25 | #95 |
| If there is booty to be had,then i want to put my hands on it....permission to board captain after I get one of those thar frilly shirts. I hope thar will be wenches to had. ayeeeeeeeeeee |
| May 14, 2010 04:46 | #96 |
| So off sails Captain Blood and his motley crew of cast offs to the tune of; ‘We come on the sloop john b My grandfather and me Around Nassau town we did roam Drinking all night Got into a fight Well I feel so broke up I want to go home So hoist up the john bs sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home The first mate he got drunk And broke in the capns trunk The constable had to come and take him away Sheriff john stone Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home So hoist up the john bs sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home (hoist up the john bs sail) Hoist up the john b I feel so broke up I wanna go home Let me go home The poor cook he caught the fits And threw away all my grits And then he took and he ate up all of my corn Let me go home Why don't they let me go home This is the worst trip Ive ever been on So hoist up the john bs sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home’ I may just slip away in a long boat after the drinking. Dodger RN (retired). |
| May 14, 2010 05:09 | #97 |
| Welcome aboard shipmate Larryboy. I need a cabin boy for those icy Atlantic nights and you may well fit the bill. There is blood to be spilt and doubloons to be pried from dead fingers. Where are your buccaneers? Under our buccanhats came the stern reply. No beach boy ballads for us me hearties. The song we sail with is this: http://mp3bear.com/ http://www.youtube.com/ When I was a young boy I wanted to sail around the world That's the life for me, living on the sea Spirit of a sailor, circumnavigates the globe The lust of a pioneer, will acknowledge no frontier I remember you by, thunderclap in the sky Lightning flash, tempers flare, 'round the horn if you dare I just spent six months in a leaky boat Lucky just to keep afloat Aotearoa, rugged individual Glisten like a pearl At the bottom of the world The tyranny of distance Didn't stop the cavalier So why should it stop me I'll conquer and stay free Ah c'mon all you lads Let's forget and forgive There's a world to explore Tales to tell back on shore I just spent six months in a leaky boat Six months in a leaky boat Ship-wrecked love can be cruel Don't be fooled by her kind There's a wind in my sails Will protect and prevail I just spent six months in a leaky boat Nothing to it leaky boat. |
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| May 14, 2010 05:23 | #98 |
| under the guise of darkness will I go into the village and pilfer me some rags and a sword, but not before a wench to be ravaged. Then shall I board. See you at nights fall, at the pub for a warm brew. |
| May 14, 2010 05:33 | #99 |
| So, captain Bloods crew is a pop group. This will be child’s play to bring this blagard back in chains to face the hangman’s noose With this prize I can retire with my wife to our pleasant country manor in Hampshire. Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year; To honour we call you, as freemen not slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves? (Chorus sung once...) Heart of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men, we always are ready; Steady, boys, steady! We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again. We ne'r see our foes but we wish them to stay, They always see us and they wish us away; If they run, we will follow, we will drive them ashore, And if they won't fight, we can do no more. (Chorus sung once...) We'll still make them feel and we'll still make them flee, And draw them much lower as we guard them at sea, Then cheer up, my lads, with one heart let us sing, Oh soldiers, oh sailors, oh statesmen, and king. (Final Chorus sung twice...) The wind is leeward. Onward for St. George and England. Dodger. |
| May 14, 2010 05:36 | #100 |
| And what other music could we possibly sail home to, but this; http://mp3bear.com/ If this doesn't bring a tear to your eye stoker dodger, you are not a true buccaneer and the Arc Royal was a pleasure boat. |
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