Showing posts with label meow like a pirate. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 18, 2011

Meow Like a pirate Day.


Meow Like a Pirate 2011

Ahoy thar, it be us, Cap'n Red Eric Nobeard and second mate Barnacle Breath Flynn! We're aft fer Meow Like a Pirate Day again.

We have been very busy sailin' t' seven seas on the good ship Ginger Furball. So busy we didn't have time t' tell of our adventures huntin' down scurvy rats. We be worn out from searchin' for booty from t' Spanish galleon too. Arrr tis a hard time to be a pirate.
Our good matey Mr Puddy has kindly made a picture t' show how hard our life is.


Shiver me timbers! Someone needs keel hauling. Mr Puddy what have you done! Us be telling of hard times and you be showing pictures of us with the ladies of the sea. Twas the fault of the scurvy dog who spiked our grog. T'was a good night though Arrr.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Meow Like a Pirate Day.

Avast there me hearties! It be I Cap'n Red Eric Nobeard. I been giving some thought to a bottle that were washed ashore just t'other day. Arrr and there be a map with a big bold cross on it. I be wondering what should be done about it.

Arrr Cap'n, I be your trusty second mate Barnacle Breath Flynn an' I be ready for the sailin'. Let's not be wasting time or some bilge rats will be beatin' us to it.

So we set sail in the good ship the Ginger Furball and followed the map until we made landfall.

Well matey Barnacle Breath, you get to digging an' I'll keep a lookout for any scurvy landlubbers or corsairs who be thinking to take the booty from us.

Aye Cap'n. It's best I do the digging or ye will be using the pit for a poop deck. Avast there,I've found the buried treasure. We be rich piratecats. Arrr.

Arr, 'tis true enough, a pirate's life is a good life.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Meow Like A Pirate Day

Arrr we be very late fer the rendezvous. We got the good ship Scurvy Rat ready to sail last night, but just one bad move by the wench and her lost the lot. Arr, no ship, no pirates. Us be proper mad at her. We worked all day to get the ship ready again and set sail on the main following our map to the buried treasure. Well darn me if another ship didn't dare to cross our bow and try to steal the map. It were a proper hard battle I'm telling ye, but it's a brave man who dares to cross swords with the Ginger Marauders. Aye it were a good fight and we lost two crew, but that were naught to the state of ye other ship.

We got to land and followed the map. Pekalot the parrot helped us through the jungle and soon we found a big X marked on the ground. We set Pekalot to work with his beak and he soon dug up the buried treasure. Arr he be a good un I tell ye.



Arrrr and while my brother and the scurvy knave were digging, I sat on the shore and kept lookout for any more marauders. If they be having any sense they be keeping well clear of us or they be having a meeting with Davey Jones.
Arr and it's off to make the rendezvous now.
Avast me hearties.
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