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I got me *another* package in the mail this week! The femailman rowed to our ship, where we make berth every night, n' dropped off this treasure chest for me. Yarr! Auntie Tanya and the Aussie Posse in Washingtonland sent us some loot!
I danced impatiently while the Captain opened up the box. I tried to eat some packin' peanuts, but she said no. She wouldn't let me be a-chewin' on the box, either, n' I found that to be very unfair. In the treasure chest, there was an awesome macaw (Polly is a little jealous, but she seems to not mind the new recruit) n' some yummy treats, n'a awesome, fearsome ball! The First Mate stole the ball, but no one gets near me parrot, savvy? That's MINE.
The Captain and Auntie Rachel have been discussin' maybe takin' a road trip in May n' headin' out to the west coast... where I was born, actually, because both the Captain and the auntie miss the ocean and the mountains. I said to count me in! It'd be a-wonderful to see me grandma and aunties and mom and everyone out there. They'd be impressed at how wonderful I be. And rotten, too. Like a good Pirate. I'll keep ye all posted.
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I be workin' really hard this week. There be a lot of "Fetch that up, ya salty dog!" n' "Take that n' bring it to the Captain!" n' "By me!" The Captain said it may almost be time to promote me. Apparently, I managed to move ahead in the great scheme o' piracy - I went through a rite of passage without even bein' aware of it! The Captain seemed pleased that I was able to do what a dog's gotta do while liftin' me leg n' not topplin' over. The only reason I had to start doin' that was that it's bloody cold out there n' I grew a little n' I was startin' to... well... missaim n' hit me front leg. Now - I may be a pirate n' be hatin' bein' clean, but I do like to keep me pantaloons nice for the wenches, ya know? |
Fetch-it-Up! Take! Hold! Avast! Drop! I be gettin' the hang o' this.
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"Uncle" Keith
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I've been a-turnin' to the sea for words of wisdom this past week. I may not be a seasoned sailor, or an old man o' the sea yet, but I know when people be a-hurtin'. The Captain says there's an important day comin' on March 5 - I know *I* turn 6 months old n' that's important enough, but she says that there's a life to celebrate, too. One taken way too soon, a year ago, n' one that she misses, n' that the Navigator misses, n' that Auntie Amy, n' Uncle John, n' especially me beloved auntie Emily miss too. The Captain says that it's still hard to think about it, n' that I have to be a brave Pirate n' give everyone snuggles if they need 'em. I'm all for that - I be willin' to take belly rubs from anyone! I get upset when me crew is upset and sad. So I look to the sea and hope for counsel. She hasn't been a forgiving sea last year. I wish I understood what was goin' on, but the most I can do is snuggle n' smooch n' try to tell everyone that things will be okay. They will, won't they?
Wherever you are now, Uncle Keith, I hope it's always football time, n' frisbee time, n' that the gamin' be good, n' that the movies are the bestest you've ever seen, that the conversation is grand, that the friends are a-plenty. Hopefully your grog is better than the swill they serve here. Betcha y'are up there tellin' the drunken nekkid Tyler story. Zap says that you'd have liked the likes of me. I know I'd have loved the likes of you. Sleep well. |
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May the wind be at your back, may the sea be gentle.
~Pirate.
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