Here’s to spending the last night of the year at one of m’ favorite places, the Piratz Tavern! One-Eye, Morgann, Dogg, m’self, and introducin’ Professor Skippy will be around to provide yer obligatory musical entertainment.
Psst… Ask fer the bawdy stuff. Ye know ye want to. And if yer sensibilities are somehow shattered afterwards, have some grog and ye won’t remember! T’is a win-win!
Happy whatever-yer-holiday-o’-choice-is to everyone!
I’d like to think that I’ve been a ruthless, pleasure-seekin’, treasure-hoardin’ scallywag of a pirate this year… So hopefully Shanty Claus will bring me the shiny new blunderbuss ‘n cider I asked fer!
Here’s to a new year’s worth of singin’, plunderin’, and makin’ merry!
I don’t know who steered the ship to the North Pole, but tossin’ people overboard ‘aint NEARLY as fun now.
Well, except watchin’ some of ‘em slidin’ out to sea on their rumps!
Sweet Mike Nesmith, have you even seen what it’s like outside? At least it’s stopped now. I s’pose it’s time to take a few swigs of Pusser’s and start excavatin’ the ship.
The Drunken Ferrets will be among the pirate musicians makin’ merry at Piratz Tavern tonight for their holiday toy drive. Bring a toy ‘n come get drunk fer the children! More info below.
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Come out for food, fun, and drinks at Piratz Tavern. We will be having an evening of music with Pirates for Sail, Letter of Marque, Scales & Crosstones, The Vagabonds, and The Son of Strum. This will be a unique opportunity to see all of these artists performing together in a jam session style performance…
Admission is a donation of a new, unwrapped toy in it’s original package. All toys (stuffed animals included) must be brand new and toys must meet consumer product safety codes. Any glue or paint on toys must be non-toxic, no spark/friction toys, and no violent or frightening toys. Only movies that are G rated are appropriate.
Reservations are recommended and please feel free to come dressed in garb…
…Or is it rum runner? Rum rummer?
Anyway, there’s nothin’ quite like a Last Day party! Thanks fer celebratin’ with us, Black Dog! Despite wantin’ to gouge me eyes out with me own pistol-dagger a few times, it was a bloody good time, I’d say.
Stringalong Jim’s got himself a brand new acoustic/electric guitar! She’s a beauty, and she sounds great. O’course, Jim himself is still as ugly as ever.
Much of the crew is at some wench’s birthday affair. Now I can rest. Can’t turn your back on those pirates for a moment, and I can only wave my chickenfoot around but so many times before I tire of it and shove them off the ship. Must admit though, the foot is good for things like Black Dog’s “ketchup incident”. That event was worth his weight in rum!
Now I can get to work. The spirits contacted me for the first time since I left the island! They said I should head home. My mother and the others at the runaway slave camp are preparing an all-out assault on the plantation. It’s no problem to take my leave for a time since crew doesn’t need my help to drink, sleep and sink. The men spend all their loot in houses of ill-repute and the women keep getting kicked out of Irish pubs.
I found the perfect ship. She’s named the L.C.S.W. (silly name for a ship!) and I intend to steal her when she reaches land. Must hire men and buy rations, so I’ll have to do tarot readings again to get money (and get close to coin purses.) I’ll practice on the crew before I go to the pubs. Hopefully one or two will volunteer. If I have to force them, it’ll be hard to work with all that wailin’ going on.
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