Avast! A blog!
At last, me very own blog, and a beauty she be! This is where ol’ Black Dog gets to talk about all the juicy scuttlebutt, like how bad the Last Mate smells.
Er… nobody else can read this, right?
Pirates for Sail
The crew of the Drunken Ferret, a roving band of pirate musicians and entertainers from the Washington, DC / Baltimore, MD area. Nautical fun since 2005!
Nobody but the crew!
Oh, and people from other crews…and their families…and the wenches at tavern…and complete strangers…and everybody, really.
But do continue! I love a good story!
…Though Black Dog? Never use the phrase “juicy scuttlebutt”…ever again, preferably.
Crap.
But regardless, ain’t nobody going to shut up Black Dog, and ain’t nobody going to make him quit talking about his juicy scuttlebutt!
Between yer scuttlebutt and Stringalong’s cockles we’re in fer a long bloody winter…
I think we need more rum.
I’m with you on this one, Flint, the very thought of Black Dog and juicy scuttlebutt brings an immediate full-body shiver.
I’d gladly warm you over the course of this ever-so-chilly, long winter… What say you to that? Surely something as everyday as my personal brand of lechery would nae qualify as scuttlebutt, neither juicy nor dry?
Appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t know, Fast-Fingers. I’m not so sure there’d be much of a difference b’tween you and the rum in regards to consequences.
…And by that I mean a painful burnin’ sensation followed by a lot of sputterin’ and the immediate wish that I’d had a cider instead.