Shiver my timbers.
That old sea dog Captain Marmalade has been sending up dates on the state of the sea shanty festival down Falmouth way.
To begin with I wasn’t trusting that the pirate element of this event was sufficiently represented. However, the last report sounded much more promising. More pirate crew, less male voice choir. I’m guessing the grog might be flowing freely.
Let’s hope there’s no hornswaggling and no one ends up dancing the hempen jig.
I expect you can tell that I’ve spent far too long today on Pirate/English English/Pirate translation sites. The weather is bilge rotten, cold dull, pissing down and sunny, all on a rolling forty minute cycle.
I’ve got to find my fun somewhere,
fat tart 