Chaptr Aigt

In the days leadin up to the Great King’s Birthday Cocoa Convoy Armada, Port Royale was a very egsitin place to be wift all the cargo ships and the navy ships spiffing themselves up fer the trip. It was the peeples spiffing the ships, I mean, cuz ships not gots the posable thumz necessary fer spiffing properly.

Meanwhile, just off the south coast of Cuba, Captain Morgashi’s ship, Scarlet Panthr, was also getting itself spiffed. The feller wift the spectacles was runnin aroun yelling at folks, Jack O’Bowsprit was checkin thins orf a list on a soggy clipboard wift a green pencil in his mouft. Captain Morgashi was carefully lickin his shiny black fur, cuz it do no gud to have a spiffy ship if yer captain ain’t equally spiffy.

As they spat an shined and generally spiffified, the crew sang sea chanties. Admittedly, they hads to change some of the words so that they ended properly, cuz lotsa those sea chanties wus writed by the Navy guys, whu doesn’t have a sense of narrative irony.

"Aloft there, aloft there,"
  Our jolly bosun cried.
"Look ahead, look astern,
  Look to weather an' a-lee."

"There's naught upon the stern, sir.
  There's naught upon our lee.
But there's a lofty ship to wind'ard
  An' she's sailin' fast and free."

"Oh hail her, oh hail her,"
  Our gallant captain cried.
"Are you a man-o-war
  Or a privateer?" cried he.

"Oh, I'm not a man-o-war
  Nor privateer," said he.
"But I am salt sea pirate
  All a-looking for me fee."

"Oh get her, oh get her!"
  Those pirates they did cry
And the pirates they did get them
  And they sank 'em in the sea!

A Tropikul Vacation from Piratin

Musashi Sez:

Captain Crunch an me has becomed gud friends sinse the Fourth of July when we tuk tim off from figting to hide from all them fireworks explosions which were verree distractin an scary. Aftr we finished the 6-pack of root beers, he taught me a pirate song (he called it a sea-chantey), that went lik this:

O! The pirate’s life is very fine!

The gold that once was yours is mine!

Yo ho ho an a bottul of rum!

The pirate’s life is a lot of fun!

There was more stanzrs, but I fergetted them. An after each stanza we dance around and then fall down giggling, which I was akshully verree gud at, hnrf, hnrf, hnrf. I has a killer giggle.

So after all that hornpipin an giggling, me an Captain Crunch has decided to call off that whol figtin to the death thing that were planning on doin. Turns out this dancing stuffs is much more fun. Huh.