Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Hypno Hijack

This is the third mate, reporting for duty. I have some grim news, so get your gullies ready. It seems that our cutthroat vrijbuiter Vessel steerer has broken his astrolaby, perhaps kept too busy in the mess hall while the binnacle was slowly warping from the consistent battering of the waves that are land-lubbers and their shiny doubloons. Dissenters will be put out to the birds whilst we display our own version of a gibbet.

The course of the Vessel-blog-(hi)story is now seemingly open for the strongest arm. A dead reckoning will likely be difficult, so, as long as we don't get caught in the horse latitudes, making not but jetsam , or run out of Hypno Hardtack, some cooperation will be needed to guide this journal-of-the-Vessel into richer waters.

Plunder on, you scurvy swabbies.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you're a smart pirate, Captain Curlyfingers...