BLESSED BE I.
NOW, 11 YEARS SOBER.
IN GRATITUDE, I HAVE WRITTEN THIS SHORT PIRATE PLAY:
"Blackbeard, this day be St. Swilling's day, ain't it not?"
"Nay, Krog, for you it may be St. Schillings day (laughs loudly) but hardly Swillings. I know yer greedy little nose-pickers be stained with gold dust if I were to look at them, careful they are inside the pockets of them there trousers. Aargh, But today I will look past it dear Krog. You see, I be nervous. today we be aye close to the most villainest, awfulest season o' the year, the dreaded Ides of March"
"Oh Black! Yer scaring me when I thought it was only Maybe Crispins day, and I come to see it aint even Swillings, and let me just say my dear black it ain't hardly Shillings day for this one. If that were, ye would hardly see this one as he would then in a tumble of barley be, har har har!!!! Eh, but wait, aye this do be a villainest time of year. Ain't this the season whenst that old first mate, Todd did nearly plunder the depths of the "long and silent seas"? What, With him?
Aye, ya be correct. That Todd, well he bit of the pretty poppy as well we all do but then there do comes a man occasional who bitten the little flower then he takes the full Lady Opium as his bride. Such be it with him. And 'twas that tumultuous dance that nearly turned him out. On his backside was he! We then tossed him over the side . We ain't medics!!
Black, this can't be true- I heard he still breathes??
"Aye, these be queer days, Krog, and this be a very queer season, these Ides sometimes bring great misfortune but sometimes they do bring one strange and auspicious change in weather for the one who do find himself in a bind. Ye see, mate Todd once then tossed off the aft did then sudden spring alive like a cat and swim! Aye, har hat har!! We all cried ye bastard Todd, ye be the devil! Get back up here and do yer chores!! Har har har!! Aye, but Krog, a man that whence has been thrown is not likely to come back on ship."
"Black, but how beest that this Todd did not drown??"
"Aye, we knew him to be drowned and dead and it warent until a season later that we run up on an oriental ship. In barter and rum talk we then did learn the tale of Todd, the lonely white man that an oriental ship had picked out of the water a few suns later. And it was very the same spot he was left in. It makes me timbers feel right, I as such don't like to see a man perish in the sea. But methinks Todd be even a queerer sort than he was then so it's a good we know him not. They say he now lives in the orient with some of those men and that he now drinks and imbibes himself from a different cup. But when I ask these what he be drinkin, they say they ain't meaning grog and they say he no longer tasting the bitter weed or the white flower or nothing else at all! And I ain't knowing at all what they meaning by any of that"
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