A fine misty mornin' fer Invadin' the Fine town of Lunenburg!!!!....The townsfolk never knew what's 'it em! Arggg!!!!
Under the cover of a fine sheet of rain, we managed to highjack Cap'n Cruiser Kyle:
'Ruff up a few of the folks 'bout town:
Avoid the RCMP....err...well, fer awhile anyway:
Board the Bluenose and take 'er over!:
Meet some pirates in trainin':
Have a pirate mosh pit:
And the Kings Orange Rangers made their presence felt, shootin' their muskets, patrollin' the town in their fancy red coats...show off's!
A special thanks to the Lunenburg Rotary Club fer sponsorin' all of the fun and shenanigans and takin' care of us pirates this weekend...And everyone knows we be needin' some full time supervision! ARGGGG!!!!
And most of all had a blast....we be headin' for some groggin' and jiggin' round 'bout the local taverns tonight if'n's ye wants to join us!!! Be sure to bring yer thirsty! If not, see ye's tomorro' on the Lunenburg Waterfront!!! Argggg!
Fair winds, me matey's.
May y'itch less
tom'rro then ya did t’day!
Here's a wee bit of info on a few o'the grubby, smelly crew's ye be
meetin' this here weekend at the Lunenburg Invasion!!! Ye's ken bet's
that it may not be entir'ly factual....afterall we's pirates! Stretchin'
and Makin' the truth is what's we dues best! Arggg!
Cap'n Fry-Day
Arggg! This crusty feller had a rough start, being born on an island in the Caribbean to his parent's Maniac Monday, and Tipsy Tuesday. They was more 'bout their treasure huntin' and groggin' than 'bout responsible child care. We thinks that's may be when he was dropped on his head the first few times, but can't be sure!
When Cap'n Fry-day was 'bout 10 years ol', he and his thievin' parents had overstayed their welcome a wee bit, and had lost what coins and sense they's had, which wasn't much to start wit', gamblin til the late hours of the night. After that long night o' carousin' his parents was run out o' port by some fine law officials...legend 'as it a bank robbery and sum guns wus in question. It wasn't til they were clear across the Atlantic that it dawned on 'em, they'd left Fryday behind....ah well, one less mouth to feed they's figur'd.
Since then, Capt'n Fry-day's been schmoozing and workin' his charm on all fine folk...and a few pirate folk too, around these parts. He's smooth as silk, and ev'r so agreeable....'til ye's mention any kin o' work...then he disappears wit' the wind.
So, if ye's bump in to Cap'n Fry-day this weeken' hold onto your wallet and yer women folk, before he works 'is charm on ye!
Fair winds, me matey's.
May y'itch less
tom'rro then ya did t’day!
Here's a wee bit of info on a few o'the grubby, smelly crew's ye be meetin' this here weekend at the Lunenburg Invasion!!! Ye's ken bet's that it may not be entir'ly factual....afterall we's pirates! Stretchin' and Makin' the truth is what's we dues best! We's startin' with the "Leader' of the pack....most distinguished fer his stench, lyin' and other 'fine' piratin' skills! Arggg!
SCABBY DAN.
Scabby Dan was born in Cornwall, England ta
a gypsy woman named Nelly Scabbe. It’s rumoured
(by Scabby) that ‘is father was a Lord who took to his mother in a state of passion,
then abandoned ‘er 22 seconds later.
Two years passed before Daniel Scabbe
(Scabby Dan’s birth name) and ‘is younger and much uglier half brother Fester Scabbe,
were adopted by a First Nations tribe that ‘ad settled on a reservation in
Cornwall from the USA. They brought Scabby up and gave ‘im the name of Pale
Face. Not because ‘is skin were whiter than theirs, but because ‘e ‘as a face
like a bucket.
On reaching manhood at the age of ten,
Scabby Dan, along with his half brother Fester were sold to Cap’n Benjamin
Shagnasty, a vicious and hateful man that sailed the seven seas on the pirate
ship ‘Despicable Death’.
Scabby started at the very bottom and
slowly and steadfastly dragged ‘imself further
down. No-one at any time has got lower than
Scabby Dan, and to ‘is credit ‘e still sits at the very abyss of existence to
this day. This man is a legend in ‘is own underpants.
Fair winds, me matey's.
May y'itch less
tom'rro then ya did t’day!
Jest a quick check in wit'ye's me mate's as we rounds the corner into the last week into the Lunenburg Invasion! Arggg!!!! Ye's best be gettin' yer 'pirate on'...if ye's knows wut's good fer ye!
This here week'nd in the 'Burg was a might bit soggy! But all me sailin' kin knows that comes wit' th' ter'tory! Most o'me crew was high and dry in the drinkin' establishm'nts..and findi' other scurvy ways to amuse themselves. I took a skulk 'round the fine town t'is marnin' and found a wee vessel docked at the wharf, flying the flag of France. (http://www.hermione2015.com/#home) Good t'ing is landed this 'ere week'nd and not the next as we may o' been boardin' 'er and takin' 'er ov'r! She was a fine bit well craft'd comp'red to that ol' leakin' sieve "The Quesy Spew' that Scabby Dan tries to keep afloat! That t'ing has more holes in it than his ol' socks....and smells jest as bad!
I also noticed with me fine piratin' observin' skills lots of painter's about the fine town. Mind ye, some would argue they's hard to miss with ther bright yellow t-shirts. They's wasn't the piratin' kinds a painter's, they was paintin' more than the poop deck on an ol'leaky ship. I chatted with a few of them, trying to git some info on how long the big ship would be around...'casin' we could attack before's it left. The artists wus a fine crew, very talent'd and friendly, ev'n to a smelly scoundrel like's me. 'pparently, they paint's up their artwork during the day, and them sells them lovel' pictures the same day! I spoke to Suzanne Hastings-James, as she shivered in the rain and fog and she told me this 'ere event is for fundraisin' for the Lunenburg Art Gallery and some of the monies goes fer kids learnin' 'bout art! (http://www.lunenburgartgallery.com/PSOS.php) A fine crew I says!!!
So, me matey's set yer alarm clocks, yer calendars, and yer rickety ol' bodies up fer the big countdown to the Lunenburg Invasion this Saturday and Sunday July 25th and 26th! Stay tuned for the "Rogues Gallery" featurin' some of the lowest of low life's ye'll have the great misfortune of meetin' next weekend in Lunenburg! Arggg!!!
Fair winds, me matey's.
May y'itch less
tom'rro then ya did t’day!
Arggg!!! Me crew be drivin' me nuts this last few weks...which, don't get's me wrong, w's pirates and we drives each udder nuts, and udder people nuts ever'day. Anyways, by Friday I'd had enoug' with the fartin', and the belchin' and the scratchin' and the bickerin'. So, I decides to take a little skulk down th' shore...ye know, even a pirate needs a l'il 'down'time'...Har! Har! Har!
I slipped into that fine port under the cover of darkness. That well
known Pirate tavern, "Lane's Privateer Inn" (http://www.lanesprivateerinn.com/splash/index.html) was servin' up some fine
grog and I stumbled out with me belly full.
I met up with me ol' lyin, thievin' sister, "Toothless Nelly"...she's a rare gem of scurvy. She drug me ov'r t' dis here fancy mansion, called Queens Place...and I was a figurin' on we be lootin' the Queen! Har! Har! But no, we sat down widd a few udder people's and then dis amazin' group of fine ruffians bursts out...and starts a singin', somethin' about a Rodeo(http://www.theadvance.ca/News/Local/2015-04-01/article-4097711/Blue-Rodeo-to-hit-the-stage-at-Queens-Place-Emera-Centre/1) ...not sure ab't that....I's a pirate not a cowboy! The lights wus a' flashin' and the scallywag's in the audience wuz a singin' right out loud! Since I never misses a party, I settled in and joined the signin' fer a fine night! Me ribs are sore though...that ol' crust, Toothless, was a jabbin' me in the ribs, to shut me gob...app'rently I's the only who thinks I kin sing!
Now's back in the Port o' Lunenburg, minus a shoe and a few brain cells....an' fer a pirate like's me, ye knows I don't have many to spare! Settlin' in with the crew ag'n, and ev'n tho they's a smelly, rowdy bunch, I thinks I miss'd them a wee bit....Arrgg! That'll pass fer sure! The schemin's a starrtin' ag'n with a few scoutin' missions to pr'pare for the 25th and 26th. Stay tuned fer some "PirateBayNS News' as them crusty pirates Mad Maddi, Scabby Dan and yers truly, keeps y'up to date with some scoutin' of the sights of the fine town o'Lunenburg.
Fair winds, me matey's.
May y'itch less
tom'rro then ya did t’day!
Argggg! Spent some fine time scopin’ out
the ol’ Town t’day.I disgus’d meself as
a tourist, so no one would s’spect me schemin’! She was a might bit wurm down
there on the waterfront…and lots of people were roamin’ ‘round. Noticed a few scuvry ones who
could be plannin’ an Invasion too…..sum o’ them seem to be hangin’ ‘round the
Fisheries Museum. Best t’keep an eye on that place! Keep yur eyes peel’d
and your swords a’ the ready when ye spies this:
And, me scum sucking lads and lasses, it appears we
is in good company! These Lunenburg town folk, scruffians, and fishermen seem
to be a ‘crafty bunch’…jest the way we likes ‘em! See, I ev’n got’s the proof:
Alas, me crew, the best news o’ the day! ‘pparently
these fine kin, also like their grog...lots a places to get a tasty brew, and
they’s ev’n havin' a ‘Hoot-a-Nanny’ this here week’nd.She’s gonna be a fine Invasion me mates!!!
Fair winds, me mateys!
May y'itch less
tom'rro then ya did t’day!
Ahoy me matey’s! Arriv’d in Lunenburg town
tonight under the heavy cover o' dusk fer some skulkin’ and scoutin’.Found us some fine lookin’ establishm’nts to
keep on th’ list fer some shenanigan’s on July 25 and 26, 2015. Blimey…this
huge ol’ gracious gem perch’d high above
the waterfront…looks like a fine spot...think we should rename her Pirate Bay
Academy, aft’r the Invasion! Har! Har! Har! Then ev’ryone can learn to be jest
like us…parents will be so proud! Arrrgggg!
Aft’rwards, me crew went a’missin’. That slimy
bunch of sea dogs prob’bly hit the local w’tring hole or took in the musical
mayhem o’ Glimpses at th’ Fisheries Museum on Tuesday and Thursday nights in
Lunenburg at 7:30….It’s free...so ev’n that bunch of low life scoundr’ls could
get in…though if they join the singin’…they may git tossed out on th'r smelly
butts!! So, I found this guy, ‘Jimmy Leg Pins’, he’s gonna keep a sharp lookout
on th’ comin’s and a goin’s of the fine ships of the Port of Lunenburg fer us
and report back! I figure I ken depend on him more than that bunch of lazy rascals that disappear’d!!!
Keep yer eye here, fer more
scoutin’ finds and general lies and tomfoolery!
Fair winds, me
matey's. May ye itch less tom'rro then ya did t’day!
Hey
ya scurvy dogs. Scabby Dan and his pirating friends are planning to
invade Lunenburg on July 25 and 26. They need your help - all you
landlubbers out there get in your favourite Pirate outfits and join us
as we fill Lunenburg's streets with pirates!
