Arrghhh A liddle bit o pollycrok in every drop figuarativly speekin, Maggie ? ya still dere Maggie ?.....Mmmmm
Arr dere ya ar SX, mmm it shore haz ar bite dat vodka i fell orf da kroznezt lazt nite, an pour Polly waz fouwnd udder neefme ouwt cold. i tink she bin nipping me vodka also croc roc godda frwiend an hazn't bin zeen fur 2 dazs Kaptun errol 43, hotel 46 an ewe cumming up ta da kroznezt fur a dink ta nite
Nour here be de kaptins favorit..kol;d have been de old tom kat talkin bak. AKER 43[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPLyr2yYdVk[/youtube]
21.93...The sea is risen..de win a blowin and de kaptin a drinkin and talkin to de old tom kat an dat kat he be talkin bak! A gud week for silva? He b a kool kat AKER 43
Dats d wayze oiy sees it too, Capn Silva, yer've orl sailed inter d Doldrums. Yer need to git dart scurvy crew orf d rum an inter d long boats ter row us back inter d wind. Back ter d roarin forties oiy says, mebee even d fifties an sixties. Get orf d rum an Row ye scurvey dawgs. If'n we keep stackin dem pieces o eight at deese pryces weel be gittin arr keel stuck on d bottom o Davey Jones's locker fer good. Nay gud pullin yer hats down ova yer buccaneers an drinkin d buccanrum. Dere's treasure ter be plundered in dem Bernanke bankster boats if'n we can catch em.
From Cairns, a coastal town Came a man of great renown An all on SS knew, that when cyclones didn't blow, That southern cross would go So adventure drew him west To put his family to the test Living off the refrigerator and land To feed his little band He will teach them to hunt and fish Like the pirates did of old And not to dream of silver But keep looking for the gold He like a little rumbo, coconut and lime Up there in the crowsnest he spends a lot of time, But out here in the backblocks, way beyond you'll find SX sitting fishing for barra in every creek and pond Some days amongst the mangroves you can hear the claws of giant crabs gnawing And there SC be walking then crawling To catch the might beast Feeding the whole family with a mighty feast He has to protect them from the cattle trains As well donkeys and camels that roam amongst the plains Scorpions, snakes and spiders are almost anywhere So he has to teach the young uns to always take care At last there is the nightime and the stars they shine so bright And the owl up in the gum tree sitting tight To hear the sounds of nature before sleep gives you all the nod Then dreaming of the dreamtime when everything seems odd But back here on the SS, it remains the same, We miss him here already,SX be his name He might well be gone for six months or bloody more, So when you return M8, the silva price might well be past two score. AKER 43
AAARRRGGGHHH..tis monda nite agin...The ss runnin inta de brimey trough. Wat will dis weak bring.. Tip all the twos 22.22..nour dats two pare of swans. AKER 43
Annuder nite of ZZZZZZZ.No akshun tante..stand too.. Orf to the wazza wgere all the heds hanf out. Den rf to mi bunk toZZZZ and drem of hiddens pises of 8 burried in the islnads of the N..Aker 43
i haz bin digging wround eddy wear. kneed ta head norf Kaptun Errol 43 iz git zic going sourf $21.59 USD
