Argh mateys! I hope you sprogs are in fine shape today!
Fred has become a mere tropical storm and seems very shy about moving or
building up strength. I think when he heard about the future Grace warming up
for action off the African coast, he decided to defer to her. I guess he is
nothing more than a bilge sucking rat at this point.
Okay, you scallywags and rum swizzlers, it's a might beautiful day
today! Very calm seas and only wisps of winds about. A great day for
boating, though it's going to be a real lazy day for sailing but should be
fantastic for diving or snorkeling. I expect it might even be a good day for
plundering and lootin' the slower ships.
Can you tell I am practicing up for
Talk
Like a Pirate Day? It falls on September 19th, next Saturday, you
scurvy scum breathin' varmits.
86 degrees here on my old rust bucket on the high seas, you can tell it's
me by me
Jolly
Roger flying in the riggin' and my gold swords pokin' outta my ears and me
neck doubled and tripled up with all the gold chains I been lootin' from
those I sent to Davey Jones Locker! Also, I got me
seashell
toering on me toe! Course, doubtful you ever get that close to me
anyhow...
Yo ho ho! All ye wenches and rag thieving belly achers, I leave ya
with my words of wisdom;
LOVE THE
LIFE YOU LIVE!
