Rogues Gallery: Cap'n Fry-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!

Bloody Mary