Port Bound (Blogophilia 6.18)
Port bound Makes me restless The crazy ship of fools Calls me Play with dolphins Brave the sharks Bury my grief in the sea
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One morning at home. (Blogohilia 25.6)
"Rrrriinggg. Rrrriinnngg." "Hello. This is Chris Mitchell. How may I help you?" "Arrrggh. 'tis Scurvy Jack of Blackbeard Recovery, callin' about 'cher loan." "Excuse me? Loan? I have no loan." "Aye, Lad, you do. Captain said you took eighteen Doubloons from him to pay bar at The Chart House last fortnight. He was the one legged man with the parrot." "The Chart House? Never heard of the place. Where might it be?" "Nassau Town, Sir." "This must be just your imagination, my friend. I haven't been to Nassau in many years. Landlubber I am." "Nay, Lad. The Captain said you had come in soaked with a sheep. Said somethin' about you winnin' a race but not receivin' da winnin's. You have a ponytail, Sir?" "No, I don. This is silly, Mr. Scurvy. I live over 700 miles from the Bahamas and it's too hot for sheep there." "Arrgh...