I've wind in me sails and a swagger in me step.
Me pipe's loaded to the nines with the murky mistress, the crumble cake of Neptune, his-self.
I been studying the charts. Me powder's dry and me spirit's high.
I hear tell the Frigate be needing a Gunner. Truth be told, for an assignment to this tub, I'd serve as Powder Monkey. But me aim is true and me barrels are cleared. You'll not find a fitter Gunner this side o' the Indies.
I'll be at the Lubber's Landing, tilting mugs and grapplin' with wenches. Should we have an accord, send word before lifting a yard....
Jay :nana:
The book above, Under The Black Flag by David Cordingly, is an excellent read, by the way...
Me pipe's loaded to the nines with the murky mistress, the crumble cake of Neptune, his-self.
I been studying the charts. Me powder's dry and me spirit's high.
I hear tell the Frigate be needing a Gunner. Truth be told, for an assignment to this tub, I'd serve as Powder Monkey. But me aim is true and me barrels are cleared. You'll not find a fitter Gunner this side o' the Indies.
I'll be at the Lubber's Landing, tilting mugs and grapplin' with wenches. Should we have an accord, send word before lifting a yard....
Jay :nana:
The book above, Under The Black Flag by David Cordingly, is an excellent read, by the way...





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