A treasure-filled new year to all of ye! This year’s upcoming festivals will be added shortly. Check back soon!
This unlikely crew of scalliwags and bilge bunkers have pillaged and burned all they way to Stuart FL on Sept 8th and 9th, 2012, where we will be headlining the Treasure Coast Pirate Fest!
If you can’t join us then be sure to watch our FaceBook page at facebook.com/
That’s right, Pirates for Sail’s third CD, “Dark Side of the Lagoon”, has landed!
If you’ve already picked up your copy, heck with it, buy another one! Or at least write us a nice review, would you? And please spread the word! If you do, we
promise will try our very best to remember to honor your parlay if we ever get in a scuffle.
Join Pirates for Sail aboard the pirate ship Fearless in Baltimore’s Fells Point next Thursday, June 14 at 5:30PM! Because every Star-Spangled Sailabration is better with pirates.
Oh, look at that! We just happen to have almost full-reign over a park where you can get booze and food! That means you’ll stop by the Thames Street Park Grog Garden and see us while you’re indulging in the glory that is Fells Point Privateer Day tomorrow, 4/21……right?
Right, of course you will! Glad we’ve got that sorted out.
See you there!
Yes, that’s right. The Drunken Ferret crew has finally finished recording their third CD: “Dark Side of the Lagoon”! Now on to the mixing process! Expect to see it hit the Internet and festival circuit in the coming months!
Can’t give an exact date just yet. Depends on when we can find the mystical amulet that controls the work speed of the undead mixing monkeys. Wish us luck, mates!
T’was the night before X-Mas and all through the ‘Ferret,
Not a crewman was sober, not even the parrot.
The hammocks were hung for to help some to snore,
Though it mattered not, most were passed out on the floor.
The Captain, however, awake though unhindered,
Decided to stay on the deck and so lingered,
With Last Mate and Stringalong and a barrel of brandy,
Coming up with a battle plan which they all found dandy.
“Captain Nick,” said our leader, “That bastard will pay!
He’ll give us his treasure or we’ll blow him away!
On my honor as Captain, on my oath, on my creed,
He’ll surrender our presents, he’ll surrender, indeed!”
Not a moment had passed when with a crash the ship lurched,
And knocked poor old Stringalong off the rail he’d been perched.
As he splashed in the water Captain sprung to her feet,
Crying “Our enemy’s arrived! Tim, ready my fleet!”
“Ye’ve got but one ship, dear,” The Late Mate explained,
Then watched as the color from Captain’s cheeks drained.
“I knew that!” she stammered, then whistle she blew,
“Our ship’s been attacked! Where the hell is my crew?!”
“Oi One-Eye, Dogg, Morgann, Chanté, Finn and Skippy,
Hey Black Dog, Gute, Red Jack, Flint, Rackham, and Annie!
Tell Lassie and Misty to ready their fire,
Then get all yer weapons, we’ve gifts to acquire!”
In an instant the wooden boat creaked and it clattered,
And the drunken crew stumbled to see what was the matter,
“It’s not Nick,” said Lassie as above deck she bound,
“The prow’s in the sand, Cap, the ship’s run aground!”
“Again?” muttered One-Eye as he sadly sheathed Blinky,
“Didn’t we sink Nick?” asked Gute, scratching head with a pinky.
“…Oh, right,” said the Captain, now feeling a bit dim.
“Well…someone should probably go fish out Jim.”
Despite the “small” setbacks the crew had their cheer,
And talked of the presents they’d buy themselves the next year.
When from the deep they thought they heard Captain Nick yell,
“F*** all of you pirates, I’ll see you in hell!”
Seeing as how I’ve had the fortune (or quite possibly misfortune — I’m not entirely sure yet) of becoming acquainted with a few members of this lot of ne’er-do-wells, I thought I would share with you a very festive tale of plundering and hijinks from the crew of The Dirty Maid.
If you’ve been having problems viewing the site or dealing with emailing the Captain or using our contact form, apologies all around! We’ve been moving to a shiny new website at a shiny new hosting service…and by “we’ve” I pretty much mean “I’ve”, so any and all blame, hate mail, throwing daggers, etc. can be sent my way. Should be all sorted out shortly! Pardon the dust and whatnot.
In the meanwhile, here’s a fun video of Lassie giving Stringalong and Gute carpal tunnel (or possibly a heart attack) back at the Wilmington Pirate Festival this past June! Many thanks to John Coffey!
It is with great sadness but unwavering love that the crew must bid farewell to Sandra Gilbert-Everett, also known as our amazing chest wench Azure Skye, who passed away on Monday after suffering a brain aneurysm. She truly was the Ship’s Matron — always ready with medicine when our bodies ached, encouraging words and a smile when our hearts ached, knew everyone and was known by everyone, and was ready and willing to show you around the Faire when you had never gone and go again with you whenever you wanted.
No matter what — if any — afterlife you may believe in, you can agree that as long as she is remembered and celebrated, she is never truly gone. She lives on in the hearts and minds of her friends and family.
June 12, 1947 – October 10, 2011
Beloved wife, mother, counselor, chest wench and friend
“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight and ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight ~
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there ~ I did not die.”
-Mary E. Frye