Pielorinho
Iron Fist of Pelor
Ahoy, did ye hear about the new pirate movie?
Aye. It's rated Arrrrrr!
Daniel
Aye. It's rated Arrrrrr!
Daniel
[OT] Arr! It be National Talk Like a Pirate Day!
- Thread starter Enkhidu
- Start date
Dr Midnight
Explorer
GARRRRRRR!!!!
Here be some links for ye, ya dingy-paddlin' bast's dog!
http://www.running-wild.de/
Pirate-themed Progressive metal
http://www.thegoonies.com
A great Goonies fan page that USED to have the (supposedly) first few pages of script for Goonies II with some terrific pirate stuff
http://pittsburgh.pirates.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/pit/homepage/pit_homepage.jsp
The official site of the Pittsburgh Pirates, for some reason
http://www.ecst.csuchico.edu/~beej/pirates/
A pirate image archive
http://legends.dm.net/pirates/
Pirate facts
http://www.pilates-studio.com/
Pilates, which has nothing to do with pirates
And now, a song- ALL YOU WENCH'S WHELPS SING, OR BE CURSED TO YE!
Under Jolly Roger
Running Wild
Weigh anchor, hoist the sails
Cruisin' for booty on watery trails
No exploiter we see can still sail on
Our cannons fire till his ship goes down
Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shall burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger
Venerable scoundrels, no blood on our hands
Our engagement are tough, but only for defence
Carefully we sail around the reefs
To force those die-hards to their knees
Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shall burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger
Coming through the waves to free all the captives
Boarding the vessels we know all the tactics
We're the menace, the curse of the sea
We pulverize the men'o'war pay or flee
Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shall burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger
Here be some links for ye, ya dingy-paddlin' bast's dog!
http://www.running-wild.de/
Pirate-themed Progressive metal
http://www.thegoonies.com
A great Goonies fan page that USED to have the (supposedly) first few pages of script for Goonies II with some terrific pirate stuff
http://pittsburgh.pirates.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/pit/homepage/pit_homepage.jsp
The official site of the Pittsburgh Pirates, for some reason
http://www.ecst.csuchico.edu/~beej/pirates/
A pirate image archive
http://legends.dm.net/pirates/
Pirate facts
http://www.pilates-studio.com/
Pilates, which has nothing to do with pirates
And now, a song- ALL YOU WENCH'S WHELPS SING, OR BE CURSED TO YE!
Under Jolly Roger
Running Wild
Weigh anchor, hoist the sails
Cruisin' for booty on watery trails
No exploiter we see can still sail on
Our cannons fire till his ship goes down
Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shall burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger
Venerable scoundrels, no blood on our hands
Our engagement are tough, but only for defence
Carefully we sail around the reefs
To force those die-hards to their knees
Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shall burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger
Coming through the waves to free all the captives
Boarding the vessels we know all the tactics
We're the menace, the curse of the sea
We pulverize the men'o'war pay or flee
Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shall burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger
Pielorinho
Iron Fist of Pelor
A pirate walks into a bar and the bartender says, "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. What happened, you look terrible!"
"What do you mean?" the pirate replies, "I'm fine."
The bartender says, "But what about that wooden leg? You didn't have that before."
"Well," says the pirate, "We were in a battle at sea and a cannon ball hit my leg but the surgeon fixed me up, and I'm fine, really."
"Yeah," says the bartender, "But what about that hook? Last time I saw you, you had both hands."
"Well," says the pirate, "We were in another battle and we boarded the enemy ship. I was in a sword fight and my hand was cut off but the surgeon fixed me up with this hook, and I feel great, really."
"Oh," says the bartender, "What about that eye patch? Last time you were in here you had both eyes."
"Well," says the pirate, "One day when we were at sea, some birds were flying over the ship. I looked up, and one of them crapped right in my eye."
"So?" replied the bartender, "what happened? You couldn't have lost an eye just from some bird poop!"
"Well," says the pirate, "I really wasn't used to the hook yet."
"What do you mean?" the pirate replies, "I'm fine."
The bartender says, "But what about that wooden leg? You didn't have that before."
"Well," says the pirate, "We were in a battle at sea and a cannon ball hit my leg but the surgeon fixed me up, and I'm fine, really."
"Yeah," says the bartender, "But what about that hook? Last time I saw you, you had both hands."
"Well," says the pirate, "We were in another battle and we boarded the enemy ship. I was in a sword fight and my hand was cut off but the surgeon fixed me up with this hook, and I feel great, really."
"Oh," says the bartender, "What about that eye patch? Last time you were in here you had both eyes."
"Well," says the pirate, "One day when we were at sea, some birds were flying over the ship. I looked up, and one of them crapped right in my eye."
"So?" replied the bartender, "what happened? You couldn't have lost an eye just from some bird poop!"
"Well," says the pirate, "I really wasn't used to the hook yet."
I'm A Banana
Potassium-Rich
Yar, in honor of this glorious day, I be killin' me a whole host o' ninjas and hippos. They won't be gettin' away from me! Yar!
Marius Delphus
Adventurer
Arr, there's a rum do about, mateys. 'Way anchor, and heave to! We sail with the tide!
Arr!
Arr!
Apok
First Post
Just to continue what alsih20 started.
Oh, um, and... avast, me hearties!
Derelict by Young E. Allison
"Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"
The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike,
The bos'n brained with a marlinspike,
And Cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped
By fingers ten;
And there they lay,
All good dead men
Like break-o'-day in a boozing-ken--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of the whole ship's list--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore--
And the scullion he was stabbed times four.
And there they lay,
And the soggy skies
Dripped all day long
In upstaring eyes--
In murk sunset and at foul sunrise--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the Murder mark--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead,
Or a yawing hole in a battered head--
And the scuppers glut with a rotting red
And there they lay--
Aye, damn my eyes--
All lookouts clapped
On paradise--
All souls bound just contrariwise--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em good and true--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Every man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest full of Spanish gold,
With a ton of plate in the middle hold,
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there,
That had took the plum,
With sightless glare
And their lips struck dumb,
While we shared all by the rule of thumb--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through the sternlight screen--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Chartings ondoubt where a woman had been!--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
A flimsy shift on a bunker cot,
With a thin dirk slot through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot.
Or was she wench...
Or some shuddering maid...?
That dared the knife--
And took the blade!
By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight--
With a Yo-Heave-Ho!
And a fare-you-well!
And a sullen plunge
In the sullen swell,
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell!
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Oh, um, and... avast, me hearties!
Derelict by Young E. Allison
"Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"
The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike,
The bos'n brained with a marlinspike,
And Cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped
By fingers ten;
And there they lay,
All good dead men
Like break-o'-day in a boozing-ken--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of the whole ship's list--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore--
And the scullion he was stabbed times four.
And there they lay,
And the soggy skies
Dripped all day long
In upstaring eyes--
In murk sunset and at foul sunrise--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the Murder mark--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead,
Or a yawing hole in a battered head--
And the scuppers glut with a rotting red
And there they lay--
Aye, damn my eyes--
All lookouts clapped
On paradise--
All souls bound just contrariwise--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em good and true--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Every man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest full of Spanish gold,
With a ton of plate in the middle hold,
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there,
That had took the plum,
With sightless glare
And their lips struck dumb,
While we shared all by the rule of thumb--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through the sternlight screen--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Chartings ondoubt where a woman had been!--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
A flimsy shift on a bunker cot,
With a thin dirk slot through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot.
Or was she wench...
Or some shuddering maid...?
That dared the knife--
And took the blade!
By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight--
With a Yo-Heave-Ho!
And a fare-you-well!
And a sullen plunge
In the sullen swell,
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell!
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
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