The Tale Of Cap’n Poupee Pieces
Wednesday, September 19th, 2007
[Told in the style of Mr. Fabulous]
Avast me mateys! ‘Tis that time again to be spendin’ the day talkin’ like a pirate, so prepare yerself for the tellin’ of a tale. Be pullin’ up a bottle o’ rum and puttin’ on ye eye patch — for this tale be in 3-D!
The treasure be dug up. The crew be happy and well paid, so Poupee Pieces, Cap’n o’ the Gai Canot, be dockin’ for some shore leave in his favorite port on Ilede Incertain to be findin’ some rest and relaxation. Walkin’ through yon port town with bags full o’ gold and lust in his satin buccaneer, he be lookin’ to be puttin’ away his cutlass in some wenche’s sheath IF ye be knowin’ what I be meanin’.
He be stoppin’ at the finest establishment in Port Repos, The Blooming Clam, where he be hagglin’ with the proprietor to find the best booty booty can buy — with some extra doubloons given to be keepin’ himself off the madam’s ‘call’ list. Up the stairs he be climbin’ to the Crow’s Nest suite to meet Violet Barnacle known for her ability to remain attached to the softest of surfaces.
The door be openin’ and Cap’n Pieces peeps into the porthole he be about to install. Violet be knowin’ her part well. Smooth as his boat through calm waters, she be slidin’ over to the Cap’n to undo his breeches to inspect the ship’s canon to make sure it be loaded and ready fer firin’. His pirate garb then be hittin’ the floor.
Violet looks and screams.
“What manner of beast be you, gov’ner?” she cries. “Where’s your plank? You ain’t got no deck to swab!” she says with despair and fear in her voice.
“But, me dear…” the Cap’n stammers.
“What sort of devil, are you? You ain’t got no genitalia! I can’t be doin’ me job when there be no prow to pillage! Get out! Get you, you mon….”
“Howard! What’s all that racket down there?”
“Uh, nothing, Mom. Just, uh, watching a movie!”
“Well, keep it down! I can’t hear my stories when you keep playing ‘Shore Leave’ with your pirate dolls!”
“Yes, Mother! …arrr.”

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