YARR!!! Blogs ahoy!

Avast ye filth-mongers! This be the Commodore LXIV, brains behind the Scurvy Pirates, dictating to me typing parrot who had BETTER BE SPELLING EVERYTHING RIGHT or it be parrot soup this eve'nin'!

Many have asked me, "Commodore, what be yer inner-most thoughts and desires? And are they readable upon that future inter-web?" Now ye may have the answer to yer nagging questions!

To-day I wish to reflect 'pon a subject which really sticks in me craw, and that be our no-good, good-for-nothing, no-good-whatsoever captain, Cap'n Mad Tom Bucket. This rambling ratfink be called MAD Tom fer a reason! He's out to lunch, dinner AND brunch. Oh, how I dream of the day I'll be pushing his bloated corpse o'erboard fer the sharks to feast 'pon. Makes me all giddy inside just a'thinkin' about it!

Why just the other day he had the whole crew (what ones of us survived our icy imprisonment and now live in this future world) runnin' all 'bout town searching high and lo' for "great white whale" which he swore up an' down he'd layed eyes 'pon the previous night in a drunken stupor. After many hours we find what he's lookin' for and 'tis not a whale at all. Turns out what he meant to say was the "great White Castle." After gorging himself on several sacks of their flavorless miniature meat squares and containers of chalky, foamy "shakes" (spending most all of our take from Tues-day's gig I might add!) the useless Cap'n passes out cold and the rest o' us have to carry him back to the apartment and toss him back on the futon to stink up the place.

I'd have stabbed him right then and there, but ye see, I have me uses fer him. I be waiting 'til the timing is right! Us Scurvy Pirates tend to make many an enemy in this modern day (an understatement to be sure!) which adds to our fame, while the Cap'n, being the figurehead, be like a lightnin' rod for the peoples' spite. I be waiting 'til we hit the boiling point, then it be time for a well-placed coup! I get rid o' the Cap'n, claim that we now be under new management, appeasing those we've wronged, and reap all the rewards of fame an' fortune for meself!!! A brilliant strategem I do say.

Just ye wait, the Commodore's day will come! If only I can stand the waitin' meself...