It's been pretty smooth sailin' here in the Minnesnowtan waves. I've been promoted to head cabin boy and though I was already a-sharin' quarters with the captain. She still won't let me at the Rum, though. The Captain's mum n' dad visited our quarters for a whole week - the Mum was pretty good at the belly rub thing, though I didn't let the others see me a-flippin' on me back, showin' me tummy to the world. Not really dignified for a Pirate, but I like me the belly-rubbin' wenches when I can find 'em. The Dad shared his hardtack on occasion, so that makes him an okay sailor, I suppose. Gave good scritches. That's worth its weight in gold doubloons.
I was a Pious Pirate on Christmas Eve and got to take part in an away mission to the local church. Slept through the whole thing - don't want me reputation crushed to smithereens after all. I bwoofed fiercely once - everyone was a-singin' chanteys I didn't recognize, so I was a-sleepin'... and then they all sat, and the silence o' the land woke me from me sleep! It startled me awake. People giggled. I was a little embarrassed, but I didn't let it show, and I slept through the rest of the service. That'll show 'em.
Me and me loot... makin' sure the First Mate doesn't run off with me cookie...
Me new buddy Obnoxious-Polly
Christmas Day was pretty spiffy - I got me plenty o' Pirate loot. I have to share with the first mate, the provost, the rug and everything, but some of 'em are still mine, mine mine mine! I got me a parrot. Polly's pretty nice but obnoxious and perpetually requests crackers. If I chew on her long enough, I bet she'll stop! That'll show her. I've been hoarding all the loot in me Pirate Cave, even if the First Mate steals everything that looks like a Frisbee. Wonder what it is with her, anyway. The Provost claimed the squishy squeaky balls as his own, of course, n' that was to be expected. I know to respect the Provost. He lets me hang off him, but it's on his terms only. Nice guy though.
Now the family has sailed away, and we're back on board the ship, sailin' to this thing called New Year's Eve. The Captain said something about "strays comin' to party" which means her friends without a crew here in Minnesnowta will be here to hang out. This usually means plenty-o-belly-rubs and plenty of wenches to say how cute I am. Heh heh heh.
The Captain made us all observe a moment of silence for all the people lost in the world because of an angry sea. I don't really understand these things yet, but I know that sometimes nature makes me feel pretty small. We're all in awe, terrified of her power sometimes... but we hope everyone 'round the seas will hold out their hands n' help out with those left behind. The greatest need'll be doubloons to pay for all this damage. Darn that unforgiving sea, when she is upset.
Be safe, n' remember to Arrrr.
~Pirate
