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Ahoy w40,
It 'ave been a very rough storm that been goin on fer a lil o'er half a year in da western waters. Sadly da pirate ship begin t' loose shivers o' timber here and thar, a mast fell, and da anchor swang loose droppin a few good men into da ragin sea!
Da few that survived da storm, been busy cleanin up deck, pickin da pieces o' ol' mates and kickin da floor in wrath o' traitors. As da mad crew on board da now ghost ship partied through da night o' 23rd o' da holiday month a jingle and bingle sound filled da air, a creepin voice yelled out Yo Ho Yo Ho!!!
In confusion and fright, we searched da skies, looked beyond da horizon, checked da now abandoned barrel o' punishment, but nay source o' da resonance been a spotted!
It repeated again and again as da jingles increase in volume and pace "Yo Ho Yo Ho!!! Ye filthy rabble!!!"
And then, outta da mists o' da shiverin wind and icy ocean, we saw in disbelief 6 giant parrots pullin behind'em a huge treasure chest, and inside't sits a crazy ol' geezer, with a hook fer a hand, and an elfy wench fer company! "Yo Ho Ho!!!" he yelled again! as he lands with his chest on board our skeletoned ship!
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Not knowin his purpose or his character, da crew stood with empty faces, a long moment o' silence fell upon da atmosphere, a silence broken by salty's hiccups!
Da ol' scallywag began t' chatter: "What wrong with ye, ye rascals?! Do ye nay know me?!" ... da pirates looked into each othars faces and then turned t' da geezer in a shakin nay!
Da geezer reached his hand into his large bag and slowly pulled out da pirates most valuable treasure!
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Da decks became slippery o' drool as da hypnotized pirates reach'em hands out like zombies seekin brains, da ol' geezer in panic and fear repeats: "Wait... stay back... hang on!!! AAAAHHH!!!" in matters o' seconds da pirates o'erwhelmed da poor scurvydog as his wench stood witnessin da horrific sight! a gunshot pierced through a rotted mast, da zombified pirates turned'em backs t' see an enraged capn with fire in his eyes: "How dare thee drink this rum?! it should be saved fer dark days t' come!!!", saved by da capn, da geezer stands tall once mo' and conveys a relievin news: "capn rumoholic! do not act so cruel! thar be mo' than 'nough fer da entire crew!"
And so with da jingle bingle and a piratic balad da pirates, geezer and his elfy wench drank through da night, unto da dawn, past da noon, beyond da fallin sun, and round again through 'nother night!
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And as da midnight clock dings and dongs, da ol' drunken bastard stands up and says: "Merry Christmas ye ugly maggots! And Happy pilferin Year!!!", Da cheerful face o' da elf lubber gotten shattered into shards by da sight o' his elfy wench on hater's lap... ye must admit, even da elf mistress o' Santa can nay resist a piratic charm!
And so with that dreadful sight on mind, da geezer headed t'wards his parrot chest slid in intention t' leave deck or grab a gun, one can nay tell fer sure! But da capn had othar plans! those parrots can feed da crew fer months t' come, and that chest can hold da bunch o' booty in plan fer da comin year, and so, with a single shout, da crew siezes da chest, slay da parrots, and maroon da bastard into da cold waters below!
Da elfy wench breaks into tears, tears o' joy as she given a slice o' meat and a jug o' rum t' ease da swallow! that geezer musta been a crooked cheap bastard in disguise! as everyone knows santa died hundreds o' years ago, he nevarrr drove a parrot motored chest slid, and had nay wish t' commercialize a holy day.
And so a just punishment t' 'nother bastard o' da magical waters o' da 40th world!
Merry Christmas tae ye foes and friends a like! let nay ferget what this day be really 'bout
Cheers,
Cap'n Rumoholic D. Luka
It 'ave been a very rough storm that been goin on fer a lil o'er half a year in da western waters. Sadly da pirate ship begin t' loose shivers o' timber here and thar, a mast fell, and da anchor swang loose droppin a few good men into da ragin sea!
Da few that survived da storm, been busy cleanin up deck, pickin da pieces o' ol' mates and kickin da floor in wrath o' traitors. As da mad crew on board da now ghost ship partied through da night o' 23rd o' da holiday month a jingle and bingle sound filled da air, a creepin voice yelled out Yo Ho Yo Ho!!!
In confusion and fright, we searched da skies, looked beyond da horizon, checked da now abandoned barrel o' punishment, but nay source o' da resonance been a spotted!
It repeated again and again as da jingles increase in volume and pace "Yo Ho Yo Ho!!! Ye filthy rabble!!!"
And then, outta da mists o' da shiverin wind and icy ocean, we saw in disbelief 6 giant parrots pullin behind'em a huge treasure chest, and inside't sits a crazy ol' geezer, with a hook fer a hand, and an elfy wench fer company! "Yo Ho Ho!!!" he yelled again! as he lands with his chest on board our skeletoned ship!
[spoil]
Not knowin his purpose or his character, da crew stood with empty faces, a long moment o' silence fell upon da atmosphere, a silence broken by salty's hiccups!
Da ol' scallywag began t' chatter: "What wrong with ye, ye rascals?! Do ye nay know me?!" ... da pirates looked into each othars faces and then turned t' da geezer in a shakin nay!
Da geezer reached his hand into his large bag and slowly pulled out da pirates most valuable treasure!
[spoil]
Da decks became slippery o' drool as da hypnotized pirates reach'em hands out like zombies seekin brains, da ol' geezer in panic and fear repeats: "Wait... stay back... hang on!!! AAAAHHH!!!" in matters o' seconds da pirates o'erwhelmed da poor scurvydog as his wench stood witnessin da horrific sight! a gunshot pierced through a rotted mast, da zombified pirates turned'em backs t' see an enraged capn with fire in his eyes: "How dare thee drink this rum?! it should be saved fer dark days t' come!!!", saved by da capn, da geezer stands tall once mo' and conveys a relievin news: "capn rumoholic! do not act so cruel! thar be mo' than 'nough fer da entire crew!"
And so with da jingle bingle and a piratic balad da pirates, geezer and his elfy wench drank through da night, unto da dawn, past da noon, beyond da fallin sun, and round again through 'nother night!
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And as da midnight clock dings and dongs, da ol' drunken bastard stands up and says: "Merry Christmas ye ugly maggots! And Happy pilferin Year!!!", Da cheerful face o' da elf lubber gotten shattered into shards by da sight o' his elfy wench on hater's lap... ye must admit, even da elf mistress o' Santa can nay resist a piratic charm!
And so with that dreadful sight on mind, da geezer headed t'wards his parrot chest slid in intention t' leave deck or grab a gun, one can nay tell fer sure! But da capn had othar plans! those parrots can feed da crew fer months t' come, and that chest can hold da bunch o' booty in plan fer da comin year, and so, with a single shout, da crew siezes da chest, slay da parrots, and maroon da bastard into da cold waters below!
Da elfy wench breaks into tears, tears o' joy as she given a slice o' meat and a jug o' rum t' ease da swallow! that geezer musta been a crooked cheap bastard in disguise! as everyone knows santa died hundreds o' years ago, he nevarrr drove a parrot motored chest slid, and had nay wish t' commercialize a holy day.
And so a just punishment t' 'nother bastard o' da magical waters o' da 40th world!
Merry Christmas tae ye foes and friends a like! let nay ferget what this day be really 'bout
Cheers,
Cap'n Rumoholic D. Luka
