YAAAR! Ahoy there you scurvy dogs! Pirate Shortbeard here. I'm here to tell you about my great adventures with Pirate Daddy as we search the Greek seas for worthy shipmates.
It's good to get out of that musty suitcase I can tell you! It was darker than Davy Jones' locker in there and twice as smelly! Pirate Daddy didn't have time to let me out in New York, but I did get some shore leave in Paris.
It's good to get out of that musty suitcase I can tell you! It was darker than Davy Jones' locker in there and twice as smelly! Pirate Daddy didn't have time to let me out in New York, but I did get some shore leave in Paris.
Nothing much to report there. I kept asking people for "parlay" to go see the captain of these parts, but all they answered was "Oui, je parle français.." I told them to take me to see this Fran-say captain, but all they did was look at me funny as if they were staring into the center of a maelstrom! So much for French sailors in my crew!!!
Pirate Daddy told me we had one last airship to sail before we reached the Greek seas so I told him that maybe we'd find some worthy shipmates onboard. So we voyaged together, but found only tired travelers aboard this craft.
I called out to them as we pushed out from port, "Which one of you flea-bitten dogs has the courage to join the great Pirate Shortbeard on his quest???"
Arg! Not a single mate worthy of the journey ahead! We'll just have to wait for Greece!
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