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Post by Ætheling on Sept 19, 2018 12:51:15 GMT -5
Help yerselves to some rum:
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Post by Platelicker on Sept 19, 2018 12:51:30 GMT -5
MOL! Black Anne Bonney! That wuz a fine burp you did there Twinkle!
Okie Dokie Lily! *gits up to tha helm and grabs on to tha steerin' wheel... singin' a pirate song...*
*...spits off'a tha bow into tha wader...*
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Post by Ætheling on Sept 19, 2018 12:58:43 GMT -5
** joins Platelicker on th' helm **
'ave some more rum, matey!
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Post by Lily on Sept 19, 2018 13:27:37 GMT -5
(What's pirate lingo for "reliable"?)
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Post by Lily on Sept 19, 2018 13:35:34 GMT -5
*grabs a bottle of rum and takes a swig; coughs several times*
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil have done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
(What does it all mean, anyway? Let's see. . . .)
"The mystery of the pirates’ song, “Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum,” from Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island , has been solved. Until now, its meaning has baffled readers, and Stevenson himself never offered any explanation.
The answer is provided by Geographical, published by the Royal Geographical Society, by an explorer who says Dead Mans Chest is part of the British Virgin Islands.
In the early 1700s, says Quentin van Marle , the pirate Edward Teach – known as “ Blackbeard ” – punished a mutinous crew by marooning them on Dead Man’s Chest, an island 250 yards square surrounded by high cliffs and without water or landing places. Each was given a cutlass and a bottle of rum, and Teach’s hope was that they would kill each other. But when he returned at the end of 30 days he found that 15 had survived.
This would explain in full the verse:
Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Dead Man's Chest Island is to the North East of Peter Island. It is described as “eerie and infamous” on a local calendar. Mr van Marle, who discovered the true story by studying local history and folklore, was himself marooned on it in 1969 when he lost his outboard motor while on a scuba trip.
This article was written in the mid 1990’s by Adrian Berry, who was Science Correspondent for the Daily Telegraph. It has been kindly brought to our attention by LJS Trust supporter Barry Wright . " (From an organization called the Long John Silver Trust)
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Post by Ætheling on Sept 19, 2018 13:37:59 GMT -5
Lily, that be interestin' to know! Thanks fer findin' that there info!
Lily, pirate lingo for "reliable" maybe "be a-trustin' it" ?
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Post by Lily on Sept 19, 2018 13:40:55 GMT -5
I be a-trustin' all me fine mateys here!
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Post by Shannara on Sept 19, 2018 13:56:11 GMT -5
Just sailing through .... mom has been out of the house all morning and has to go to the shelter to take some pictures. I'll be back matey .... arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
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Post by Ætheling on Sept 19, 2018 14:00:56 GMT -5
Shannara, ye be a handsome wench in ye pirate clothes!
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Post by Lily on Sept 19, 2018 14:13:31 GMT -5
The state where I be living, Connecticut, is where Captain Kidd's treasure be buried. Children still dig holes in the beach every summer to look for it.
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Post by Ætheling on Sept 19, 2018 14:29:28 GMT -5
We kitties could dig for treasure on your beach and use it as a litterbox at the same time
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Post by Bootsie (1995-2013) on Sept 19, 2018 15:36:34 GMT -5
Ahoy, Mateys!
I be Rough-Sailin' Jack Scarr!
Arrrr!
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Post by Platelicker on Sept 19, 2018 15:38:01 GMT -5
*steers tha pirate ship tawards tha beach... jus' in case any of tha crew needs ta use tha beeg litter box...*
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Post by Platelicker on Sept 19, 2018 15:41:18 GMT -5
Ahoy thar Matey Bootsie!
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Post by Bootsie (1995-2013) on Sept 19, 2018 15:49:27 GMT -5
Arghhhhh, Matey!
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