Where have all the pirates gone?

[The Meromorph]

'Ere! Where did that ther' wenchalicious woman go! Oi wants me an 'ug from that 'un, Oi does indeedy!

[Opsa]

Oi'll pertrend you was referring to me and give yer a great big B'arrrggghhhh hug, Meri! (Plus a pinch for good luck!)

[The Meromorph]

OOOAAARR! That wuz just wot Oi wuz needin!

Thankee, yer wenchaliciousness!


Now iffen Oi can only git me pegleg pointin' downwards agin, Oi might be able ter carry on... 

[Opsa]

G'arrrr... oi loiks it in it's upright and locked position. Suits yer!

[Darlica]

Suits ye' yes, but it makes it awfully hard to give ye' a hug...

So Oi juzt pinch ye' a little

[Black Bart]

YArrrr...

O'ive havin to deal wif a few clueless nutters of late. It means Oi really have to earn me keep, locking and deletin threads. Arrggh!

At least when I'm PM'd here, Oi know it's from someone worth talkin to.

Over there Oi get PM's from newbs doin' the Continuous Salty Tale entitled "Please Help Me" or "It's your turn".

Arrghhhh, more hugs AND grog needed. Darn tea drinkers!

Arrrrrrrrgh...If only these good people could see whats goin on over the other side o the Sunderin Internet Seas!

That FLB was stark ravin mad.  Rowan Rowboat...the most boring git ever ta sail a ship.  Now I has got up Cappellini's nose by tryin ta help a fellow Pirate (who's also abit of a nutter I must admit).  I think I needs a holiday!

[Griffin NoName]

'as yer got a picture o' miss cappellini's nose wiv ye stuffed up it? Oi'd soorely luv to see it.

[Opsa]

Hee hee! Oi seconds that emoticon and gives Bartie a hug just fer tryin' ta cope.

"It's a jolly holiday wif Bartie..."

[anthrobabe]

 

I jus pm'd ol capn DaveL

'ell be hollerin soon- as I said
"it be yer turn matey"

someone make Mero put his pegleg away-- it be drawin a crowd

that Bart be a true pirate--- always ready to go abuve an beyond tha call o duty.
stuffin 'isself up tha wench cappe's nose an all.

[The Meromorph]

Oi wish Oi could put me pegleg away! Ever since Oi got an 'ug from that wenchalicious woman, Oi've been stuck loike this.
'N then that there gorgeous swedish wench pinches Oi!
Now sum 'orrible little rugrats 'ave started playing ring toss wi' it!

Oi'm 'mbarrarassed!

[Black Bart]

Arrrgh...are ye sure it be yer peg leg ye be talkin about thar matey!

[Opsa]

Aye, it be his pegleg. Ee keeps a third one handy in case one o' the others be burnt by his sheer hottiness.

[The Meromorph]

Lessen me captain's little cutlass 'as developed woodworm, an' a brass ferrule on the end, it be me pegleg, Bart me old matey!

If some one could pass me me broom, Oi'll see iffen Oi kin beat it back inter shape...  

[Pachyderm]

Pinchin' is it? On top o' the cuddles?

Oi loike this game....

[Black Bart]

Aye I think we invented all this stuff afore 'Face Book'!  Pokin an Pinchin an Cuddlin.