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h. dagger's adventures at sea

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Location: the waves, the ocean

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

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.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Repose, the Port, a Sweet Melody

Here we be, laddies, the port-rope taut about the wave-slick pole, its heft & weight undulating, aye, 'top the roiling port, where others akin to it sit idle, empty of crew & cap'n alike, a dark & dense fog lapping about their sterns & starboards like errant ghosts of eel or pup. & I, yer cap'n, ye know, lads, that me good leg ne'er sets its foot 'pon the soil less & we be near me Elanore, & as such here I be, the only seafarer 'pon 'is tied brigate, where me crew be emptied in a rush amid the bounty of the port, its houses of ill repute, aye, its waterin' holes, mercantile shops & the like, lads. From abovedecks yer cap'n hears the melodies of the 'cordian falling into the streets like soft ribbons of gold into a new puddle o' rain, lads, as sweetly, as soft & pleasant unto the ears. Me crew be galavanting, drunk & oblivious, lads, chasing an emerald skirt down an alley, exchanging blows with a rival crew, passing a bottle that will no naught of the tumble of the sea, & methinks the starsglow a peculiar sight tonight, clear & all, lovely & lonely all at once. I pine, laddies, as e'er I do in still moments, for me Elanore, there 'pon that distant shore, aye, her hands a'toil, her azure eyes fixed 'pon the horizon, as if the looking might break its static visage, but nay, nay, here I be, wrapped in the twilight & the strain of 'cordian tunes, alone, alone, yer cap'n here alone.