My OperaPirate State University
Wednesday, October 1, 2008 3:53:11 PM
While I were scannin’ the webby horizon this fine first October morn’ I seen this signal from afar; bein' from the finest trainin' ground o' pirates e'er to scamper up a ship's mast, all sent by flag it were:
Arrr! This pirate flag and motto - The knowin’ be the savin’ o' the ship - be not just fightin’ words on a landbridge what span the mighty Broadway causeway! Nay lads, our boardin’ cry be a right honest veradication o’ all what the knot-tyin’ school do stand for: the lootin’ and keepin’ o’ knowledge in cargo hold, cap’n’s cabin and steerage, and also do it come ter represent treaties struck wi’ splendid mates such as yerself.
Aye, now do be a most excitin’ time at Pirate State for in a host o’ glorious bloody sallies our crossboned skull be strikin’ mighty blows agin th’ ignoratude what do besmirch the city-bound landlubbers. We be pipin’ aboard more’n six brigades o’ newly-minted cabin boys, nor be there another piratical enterprise afloat this ocean what can match that boast! There be more’n thirty divisions o’ ex-pirates what graduated the ranks o’ this ship spread about the vasty globe! Why, just this last year alone our crew be reelin’ in th’ entire fortune o’ dead King Croesus to refit the ship’s guns and navvy skills, nor did we scamp on the writin’ o’ ship’s logs, shoreline maps, learned almanachs and other such weighty tomes.
I be keepin’ a weather eye on all them future sorties what be improvin’ the state o’ the ship’s navigation, boardin’, and seamanship skills while awhile makin’ our port a fit ‘n’ better call fer carracks an’ schooners from all about the world. I mind th’ Pirate’s Code what say this: Curiosity killed th’ best laid plans o’ mice and men, but every dog has its silver linin’. And it do signify, fer do ye lads and lasses but stick wi' us 'tis linin' yer own pockets wi' silver ye'll accomplish in the end!
Ahoy, mateys!
Cap’n Wim “No Quarter” Wievel
Flagship master and Commodore o’ th’ fleet what be protectin’ the Pirate State University
Arrr! This pirate flag and motto - The knowin’ be the savin’ o' the ship - be not just fightin’ words on a landbridge what span the mighty Broadway causeway! Nay lads, our boardin’ cry be a right honest veradication o’ all what the knot-tyin’ school do stand for: the lootin’ and keepin’ o’ knowledge in cargo hold, cap’n’s cabin and steerage, and also do it come ter represent treaties struck wi’ splendid mates such as yerself.
Aye, now do be a most excitin’ time at Pirate State for in a host o’ glorious bloody sallies our crossboned skull be strikin’ mighty blows agin th’ ignoratude what do besmirch the city-bound landlubbers. We be pipin’ aboard more’n six brigades o’ newly-minted cabin boys, nor be there another piratical enterprise afloat this ocean what can match that boast! There be more’n thirty divisions o’ ex-pirates what graduated the ranks o’ this ship spread about the vasty globe! Why, just this last year alone our crew be reelin’ in th’ entire fortune o’ dead King Croesus to refit the ship’s guns and navvy skills, nor did we scamp on the writin’ o’ ship’s logs, shoreline maps, learned almanachs and other such weighty tomes.
I be keepin’ a weather eye on all them future sorties what be improvin’ the state o’ the ship’s navigation, boardin’, and seamanship skills while awhile makin’ our port a fit ‘n’ better call fer carracks an’ schooners from all about the world. I mind th’ Pirate’s Code what say this: Curiosity killed th’ best laid plans o’ mice and men, but every dog has its silver linin’. And it do signify, fer do ye lads and lasses but stick wi' us 'tis linin' yer own pockets wi' silver ye'll accomplish in the end!
Ahoy, mateys!
Cap’n Wim “No Quarter” Wievel
Flagship master and Commodore o’ th’ fleet what be protectin’ the Pirate State University
