13 April 2008
Ahoy!
My best friend says my life is a shipwreck. *1 I have been adrift for weeks and have finally torn my bottom out on a jagged reef. The jarring impact has shattered my cargo. I am awash in whiskey, rum, and jagged shards of broken bottles. My crew was consumed by scurvy and the sea but they were a gaggle of scaborous drunkards. Anyways, Ahoy, matey, ahoy!
Footnote 1: No one says this. This is even possibly a lie.
Avast - you did put this up!
It’s pretty damn cryptic.
Ahoy! Scurvy has also frequently broken out among soldiers on campaign, formerly known as The Brotherhood of the Scurvy.
This is posibly a perception problem. Some might think it a good thing to let the bottom fall out and to be relieved of excess cargo. *1 Maybe it was a cleansing shipwreck, if not a happy one.
Footnote 1: It was really difficult for me to not say anything about the ejected seamen.
But boy oh boy am I glad you used *that* phrase… “ejected seamen.”
I just work with what you give me…
I hear the shipwreck took a turn for the worse, that you are at present reduced to scattered bits of flotsam & jetsam by the pounding of the waves…
That’s cruel, my scaborous drunkard friend. After all, surviving the shipwreck was a turn for the best! And while my piratical employers put my abilities to the test before deciding if I could join their crew, I could think of worse hazings….