If that’s not a face to scare ye into bein’ a pirate, I don’ know what is… He puts the fear of Davy Jone’s Locker in ye…
He’s complete with knuckle tattoos… an’ ya know, them be the worst kind to feel…
The ones on the arm ain’t a walk on a clean deck neither.
Today, the young birthday boy, did decide that bein’ a pirate was too dirty an affair, and instead ran about the ship in his underwear.
He did stop to take a photo with his best pirate scowl.
I, bein’ the fearsome woman pirate that I am, went to the school an read to the young pirate boys an’ lasses there. My riggin’ was so good, I had TWO lil’ ones ask if I be a REAL pirate. I told ’em I couldn’t tell… or they might find me treasure, and I’d have to run ’em through.
Even had some concern about the scar runnin’ from the tip ‘o my nose ta me ear…
Had to tell ’em I put it there meself. (didn’t tell ’em HOW)
Hope ye had an amazin’ and fun National Talk Like a Pirate Day!! This Crew sure enough did.
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