August 5, 2005
Survival of the Cutest |
Me, guardin' me treasure in Hugo, MN.
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Thanks be to me friend David-the-Chimpy for me log header today!
Last night be me turn to keep watch. I snoozed a while in the crow's nest, thinkin' no one would really be a-sneakin' on us on such a calm sea. Besides, if they tried, I'd hear them with me sharp pirate-y hearin' n' me super senses.
No one did sneak up on us, but around two thirty in the mornin', I began to be restless. I looked for grog, found some, n' drank too much. I looked for hardtack, didn't find any, and let me feelins be known about it. The Navigator grumbled as he stumbled out of his hammock n' took me out to the poop deck. I patrolled the deck, sniffin' out trouble. The Navigator and the Captain tried to go back to sleep, but I had to keep them awake. I had this tinglin' Pirate-Sense that somethin' was amiss. I chewed apart a stuffed lobster, n' squeaked its squeaker to death, all the while listenin' for intruders.
It took a few more trips to the poop deck with the Captain grumblin' a lot n' sayin' things about me bein' lucky I be so handsome before I finally settled. T'was about four thirty, by then, n' the sun was creepin' on the horizon. Me duty here is done... now, it be me turn to nap, knowin' I kept the ship safe through the night.
There be mist on the seas, and the Captain's look this morn is one of revenge. I get the feelin' me days are numbered if I be keepin' her up at night more than me share. The strategy needs rethinkin', methinks. Yar.
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Me trainin' has been going very well lately, though the Captain doesn't seem to be appreciatin' me retrievin' things that should be out of me reach. She believes I be part mountain goat, but we found no such fearsome creature in me pedigree. I say I be practicin' me mischief makin' skills so I be ready to cause a fine lot o' trouble during enemy ship attacks.
I found me a stick o' butter in the mess and ate it. It was tasty. The Captain seemed a little alarmed because she thought she had pulled some butter out but couldn't find it anymore. Heh. I snuck off to the brig (why whould she look for me in the brig? See how clever that be?) and very stealthily ate it all. Later that day, I stole a whole cucumber from the countertop (again makin' the Captain think she'd lost her mind and actually never pulled it out o' the icebox) and I ate that too. I tried to find me some bread so that I'd have then had whole cucumber sandwiches but ran out o' luck. |
Stickin' me tongue out at this "behavin'" business. |
Here we be with the Captain in Hugo (see her sunburn!) |
The First Mate and I were taken on an away mission to a strange place in Hugo, MN. There, there be lots of Aussies, sheep and ducks and strange people who should be barked at if they approach our dinghy. It was hot, n' brightly sunny. The heat, n' the sun, n' all the work I had to do to protect me booty, the Navigator n' the treasure was makin' me swoon. When the sun was high above, n' shinin' down unmercifully on me poor self, I thought I be hallucinatin' n' hearin' mermaids. One came to me, but I be a-thinkin' that that sweet lil' Shiloh was not an apparition n' her belly rubs n' the treats she fed me were also real. The only good thing about all this was the food, and the visit from Shiloh-the-youngling-girl who gave me a treat n'some belly rubs. The Captain talked to people n' I couldn't have cared less n' let me displeasure be known.
The captain got a bad sunburn n' sports a new mark o' piracy on her arm. The place where she had been wearin' her armband number is nice and white, while the rest o' her arm and shoulders n' back be lobster red. I am unsure about all this, since she has been a-makin' really weird sounds when I land me paw on her shoulders lately... |
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Finally we rowed back to the ship with the First Mate lookin' all proud about bein' a pretty girl (she came back with another rosette n' thinks she's "all that". I'll be a-teachin' her otherwise as soon as I can.) I be havin' in me possession a picture o' the First Mate that is anythin' but flatterin'. See? --------->
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Gnnnrhhhhfffpphhhblhlbph. Blackmailin' goods. |
Here be Zap gettin' ready to go in the ring. I coach her in the fierceness department. |
Time for me to go scrub the deck n' walk the plank. The Captain says me dungbie be stinky n' that she won't be lettin' me share hammock space if I don't fix it. Sometimes, I pirate's gotta do what a pirate's gotta do. Yarrr... I reckon if I be a-drinkin' whiskey beforepaw, it'll all be alright.
Yo, heave ho!
Round the capstan go!
Round, men, with a will!
Tramp, and tramp it still!
The anchor must be heaved,
The anchor must be heaved.
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
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