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h. dagger's adventures at sea

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Hoist the sails, raise yer bloody goblets, ahoy & onward me laddies!

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Aye, 'twas the Scurvy

That had me by the bells, laddies, & had laid me out 'pon the deck as a sunset etherized 'pon a canvas or somesuch, but yr cap'n, lads, be resillient if naught else, & here he be, mark me word, ready in ensuing days to revisit 'is old haunts. Patience, lads & lassies, & yr cap'n will atop 'is prow speak forth 'gain--

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

A Farce Made of the Core of Me

Not, I'll not, cultural comfort, feast 'pon thee; nay, not choose not to be what type of man I be. Aye, for a day, laddies, there be a multiplicity of imposters that I dare say ought to wag their tongues o'er the stern of a brigate at yrs truly for a lark & see where it ends up-- in a jar 'pon me bedside table or swimming again in the hideous foam of irony that babbles endless 'tween their parted lips. But then, among me crew we've talk like an average bored American day, as long as we're able to stand it 'fore naught but an ill feeling & a putrid sense of futility rises like a morning fog 'round our feet, 'fore we begin to believe the words important in the least, 'fore we build our empire not of bounty, toil & innumerable victories, but 'pon an imperialism of the word. Back to Babyl with ye! Back to yr infernal tower!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

H. Dagger II

Laddies, yer cap'n's been rather quiet 'pon this front on 'count of 'is recent misadventures in cabin recording, aye, for the ditties be piling up, & ere long H. Dagger II will be complete. If ye've the stomach for it, seek ye me new ditties 'pon me myspace page, lads. Aye, tales of woe & joy alike, victory & spoil, bloodshed & longing, penned each & all of me travails 'pon the kingdom of wave.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Bounty

Yer cap'n's been busying 'isself with bounty, lads, at the pooling & pulling to center stage of it, aye, for 'tween me crew & meself we've plenty of plunder to parse, some compliments of a British frigate that we came 'pon by the Barbary Coast, if ye know the place, laddies, where swales rush 'pon the dancing tide, aye, & the sun beats down with a fierceness I've yet to find paralleled, chapping yer dear skin for life, a fine, leathery chap me lads. But there be Bounty, 'pon me word, in the foecastles of such ships, there ensigns clear or no, lads, & the bounty be glorious in deed. Yer dear cap'n did prevail with naught but a tear in 'is side where a bullet did pass & a bit or two of shrapnel in me forehead to boot, but there be nothing new to that tale. In return, I did come upon the following:
1. A confederate hat once worn by one General Burnsides, if I am to believe the accompanying note
2. A deck of cards with photographs of fine women of the port
3. Two cases of wine from Burgundy
4. A necklace laden with the jewels of the Orient
5. A chest veritably dehiscing with various cloths, amongst them muslin, burlap, silk &c.
6. No less than seven cap'n's diaries from the Days of Yore, containing no small wealth of secrets re: certain whereabouts of certain treasures
7. An autographed Brett Hull jersey
8. A set of jacks cut from the ivory tusk of a Congo rhinoceros
9. Three shrunken heads of various & questionable origin
10. No less than $142.37 American, along with one penny apparently flattened 'neath the wheel of a train
11. One rabbit's foot
11b. One rabbit
12. A painting of some considerable merit depicting mermaids in various & sundry poses
13. A Swiss Army knife, blue
The spoils were many more, me laddies, & as yer cap'n says, we are but in the nascent stages of their exploration & thus any further exposition on the subject may prove premature, aye. If there be more of the matter, I'll keep ye abreast of't. Until then laddies I shall tend to me spoils & may the wind be at yer backs, less & you be a Viking, in which case, may the wind blow yer beard into yer throat until it suffocates ye, scurrilous pernicious scoundrel that God wrought 'pon the world much as 'e did small pox, vermin, bubonic plague & the like, ye maggot.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Ready Yrselves for the Future, Lads

Aye, I've a myspace account now, laddies, two of 'em quite by accident. The first be a personal one, a mistake wherein I thought I could share me ditties, & the second be this here:
www.myspace.com/henrydagger
Go there & be me friend.