tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16625514152816291002024-03-13T03:56:31.798-07:00good deeds of a sailor to bePoopdeck Halfpinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351841201119163713noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662551415281629100.post-90554680190403863312008-11-30T09:41:00.001-08:002008-11-30T09:44:49.109-08:00SKOOL!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/STLQk3rKXhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gNp5MQ81xgY/s1600-h/Yoonyforms.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/STLQk3rKXhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gNp5MQ81xgY/s400/Yoonyforms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274507445443124754" /></a><br />They gots new yoony forms out tha skool housk in New Baggage. We's goner wears 'em fer a classk photygrafk, and me pal DreddsPyrickBobs has declareded hisselfk as head o' tha skool. An on account that, we kin wears any hats we wants an smokerin is allowered.Poopdeck Halfpinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351841201119163713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662551415281629100.post-23322355241927772322008-09-26T09:17:00.000-07:002008-09-26T09:22:12.627-07:00Tha Candies Fack'ry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/SN0MBXs05pI/AAAAAAAAACs/lqiSMMcSulY/s1600-h/PoopCandyman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/SN0MBXs05pI/AAAAAAAAACs/lqiSMMcSulY/s400/PoopCandyman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250365958265300626" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p>I was walkerin abouk New Baggage tha otha day an I notisked a sweetishk smell comin from tha ol' burnded down fack'ry, so' I wenks bie ter takes a looks. Tha placek wuz all board upk but I finded me a knots hole ta peers me peeper thru...<br /><br />Poopdeck Halfpint peers through a knot hole in the boards and sees the big fat chef inside<br /><br />Enrico Nom: Well, dat's comin' along, dat is. Dem candies is shootin' out just like dey should.<br />Poopdeck Halfpint gazes in awe through the knot hole<br />Enrico Nom: Ain't gonner be too long before dey's ready for dat circus guy.<br />Poopdeck: Ahoys misker! >Poopdeck hollers through the knot hole<<br />Enrico Nom: Hey yas. We ain't open yet.<br />Poopdeck: I's jusk watchin' misker<br />Poopdeck: Dont means no harms<br />Enrico Nom: Well, dat's okay, I guess. All da secret ingredients is secreted.<br />Poopdeck: I doesink eats muchk candies anyhows<br />Poopdeck: I eats steaks an veggibles<br />Enrico Nom: Well, dat's good for yer, I guess. Ain't too good fer our business, though.<br />Enrico Nom: laughs<br />Poopdeck: Aye, well I didinks sez I doesink eats 'em at all.. jusk that I doesink eats 'em muchk.<br />Enrico Nom: Yeah, we got all dis fine machinery straight from Italy, where me an me bruddahs is from.<br />Poopdeck: Yers from It'ly?<br />Enrico Nom: You bet, me an me bruddahs, all I-talian. We's got awards an' tings for candy makin' from da king of Italy, even.<br />Poopdeck: Is yer brudders as big as you?<br />Enrico Nom: Naw, I's da biggest....cause I lifts the machinery an da crates, an' all dat.<br />Poopdeck: I bets it takes a strongish man ter lifks alla dat stuffk<br />Poopdeck: Garshk. Mebbe I oughter tries some wen iss ready<br />Enrico Nom: Yer sure should! Da first batch all back-ordered for da circus, though.<br />Enrico Nom: Ya might have ta visit da circus to gets yer some, at least for the first bit.<br />Poopdeck: I's goner be tha stonk man at tha circisk<br />Enrico Nom: Well, dere ya go den, you'll have plenty a chance.<br />Enrico Nom: Prolly even get it for free from yer boss.<br />Poopdeck: I'll prolly gits sum fer pay!<br />Poopdeck: Yer aint putin nuttin funny inyer candies is ya?<br />Enrico Nom: Funny? Naw, it's all-natural, sugar an' flavorin's mostly.<br />Enrico Nom: Da secret ingredients ain't all dat secret, just like when y'add a bit a one flavor t'spice anudder, an all dat.<br />Poopdeck: Does yer gots enny wots lime flavvered?<br />Enrico Nom: Well, me bruddah, Tony, he do all the flavorings. I'll ask him next time I sees him.<br />Poopdeck: I likes lime on accounta issa same color as spinnich<br />Poopdeck: laughs<br />Enrico Nom: >nods< Well, I know some uv da candy is green.<br />Enrico Nom: So yer probly in luck.<br />Poopdeck: Link mink or epple?<br />Enrico Nom: I don't think it's mink...er, mint, cause Tony, he don't like mint.<br />Poopdeck: laughs<br />Enrico Nom: Could be apple, er maybe lime.<br />Poopdeck: I sposes if he didink likes it.. He wouldink has no fun makerin it.<br />Enrico Nom: Dat's true, cause he gots to taste it. Hoo, an sometimes you should see da look on 'is face when it turn out wrong! Haw!<br />Poopdeck: laughs<br />Poopdeck Halfpint thinks maybe he'll sit here a spell and wait for the place to open<br />Enrico Nom: ((It'll still be awhile, by the way...like days....))<br />Enrico Nom: I figger I can take a break for a bit.<br />Enrico Nom: Since all da machinery workin' fine.<br />Enrico Nom: It's catchin' up on all da candies.<br />Enrico Nom: Yeah, I jus' got da boxin' machine all put togethers.<br />Poopdeck: It shore lookeres likes iss workin purty good<br />Poopdeck: Looks likes iss goner be swell<br />Enrico Nom: Dat circus guy, he sure order a lot for a little guy.<br />Poopdeck: Mebbe he's got mouts ter feed<br />Enrico Nom: Yeah, mus' be expectin' folks ta visit 'is circus, or sumpin'. >guffaws<<br />Poopdeck: laughs<br />Poodeck tries to sit on the steps but ends up climbing up on Enrico<br />Poopdeck: Sorries abouk that!<br />Enrico Nom: Nuffin' to worry about. I gots to wash dis here suit every day, anyways.<br />Poopdeck: On accounta it gets all stickyishk from tha suggar?<br />Enrico Nom: Yeah, an da ingredients...dem flavorin's all...boiled down an dey gots strong colors.<br />Poopdeck: Yer suit looks plenny clean ter me rite now<br />Enrico Nom: Well, today, I just been puttin' together machinery, an' dey's all brand new.<br />Poopdeck: Aint got no dirty erl on 'em yet, eh?<br />Enrico Nom: Naw, just a bit a da machine oil , ter keep da rust off 'em in shippin. But I wipe 'em all down careful after I take 'em out da boxes.<br />Enrico Nom: Ain't like when I used to work meat packin'.<br />Poopdeck: I sposes thet kin kinder greasky and bluddishk<br />Poopdeck: Well dont lets me me keeps yer<br />Enrico Nom: Yeah, I gotta get back to it...still need some counters an' sinks an' the like.<br />Poopdeck: It wuz swell meeterin yer!<br />Enrico Nom: You too. Good luck with dat circus job.<br />Poopdeck: T'anks misker... ?<br />Enrico Nom: Oh, I never said...I's Rico...Rico Nom.</p>Poopdeck Halfpinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351841201119163713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662551415281629100.post-83547233440478251472008-07-14T07:56:00.001-07:002008-07-14T08:03:53.514-07:00Mermaids!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/SHtpuSi6qEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5SfiqlDSOc0/s1600-h/mermaid.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/SHtpuSi6qEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5SfiqlDSOc0/s400/mermaid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222884436839409730" /></a>Poopdeck Halfpinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351841201119163713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662551415281629100.post-36156672749615856532008-01-16T08:36:00.000-08:002008-01-16T08:48:51.662-08:00Poopdeck gets some sailin in!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R44yuskvekI/AAAAAAAAABc/FjrOrEsxYrA/s1600-h/observing2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R44yuskvekI/AAAAAAAAABc/FjrOrEsxYrA/s400/observing2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156114401206434370" /></a><br />I sailed out ter Antikikky a whiles back an' got thar jusk in time ter feask me peeper on some swell naval bakkles!<br />At firsk I was jusk watcherin' from tha docks, and was haverin' a good ol' time observerin' them bee-yoo-teeusk tall shipks shootin' at eaches other and sinkin'! Arf Arf Arf!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R44yuskvelI/AAAAAAAAABk/fCLqOMqcvks/s1600-h/Observing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R44yuskvelI/AAAAAAAAABk/fCLqOMqcvks/s400/Observing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156114401206434386" /></a><br />Soon enuffk, tho, one-a-da sea pea-rat cappings aksked me if'n I wanted ter man the guns! AkAkAkAkAk!<br />So's I climbered aboard an' commensked ter blowin' away the opperzishing!<br />Afkerwards, one a tha nice pea-rat ladies gived me a inner toob an' we floatered aroun' fer a whiles talkerin' about ther salty airs, pellykings, an' octerpussies!<br />An I didink even has one sipper wiskikky or rum!<br />Arf Arf Arf!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R44yu8kvemI/AAAAAAAAABs/kSyvGrp4jz4/s1600-h/after2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R44yu8kvemI/AAAAAAAAABs/kSyvGrp4jz4/s400/after2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156114405501401698" /></a>Poopdeck Halfpinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351841201119163713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662551415281629100.post-47277979795686951612007-12-12T20:22:00.000-08:002007-12-13T06:32:36.670-08:00Poopdeck tries to visit the Abney Park Lab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R2Cz8_4rRvI/AAAAAAAAABM/E4I8bVQBZxM/s1600-h/abney.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R2Cz8_4rRvI/AAAAAAAAABM/E4I8bVQBZxM/s400/abney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143308634979780338" /></a><br /><i>After hearing of a newborn in New Babbage, Poopdeck Halfpint finds himself at the door of the Abney Park Laboratory of Professor Nareth Nishi.<br />But the door is closed and barred due to a radiation leak, This, however, does not prevent him from trying to see the baby...<br />Poopdeck hollers at the door...</i><br />Poopdeck: ahoy! I heerd thar was a infink here!<br />Nareth Nishi: Hello?<br />Poopdeck: Hello!<br />Nareth Nishi: Hello.<br />Nareth Nishi: Young man.... Behind you.<br /><i>(Professsor Nishi appears behind the young lad.)</i><br />Poopdeck: Howd you do that lady?<br />Nareth Nishi: How did I do what?<br />Poopdeck: Get out sides like thet<br />Nareth Nishi: Well...I used the back door.<br />Poopdeck: Got any veggibles, lady?<br />Nareth Nishi: No, I do not have any vegatables.<br />Poopdeck: Got any bananners?<br />Nareth Nishi: No, no bananas, either.<br />Poopdeck: any wiskikky?<br />Nareth Nishi: Ah, now I might be able to help you there.<br /><i>Poopdeck Halfpint smiles</i><br />Nareth Nishi: One moment.... Will vodka do?<br />Poopdeck: Vokka's good!<br /><i>Nareth gives Poopdeck some Vodka</i><br />Poopdeck: Tanks lady<br />Nareth Nishi: You are quite welcome.<br />Poopdeck: I heerd you gots a infink inside dare? Kin I see im?<br />Nareth Nishi: Elenore is asleep just now.<br />Poopdeck: Oh - I doesnink wanna wakes 'er then<br />Nareth Nishi: No, we don't. She needs her rest. Is it really wise for one so young to smoke a pipe?<br />Poopdeck: I bin smokin a pipe all me long life<br />Nareth Nishi: Well..I suppose you may as well continue. I must get back to my work, but, take care.<br />Poopdeck: Okay. Tanks ladyPoopdeck Halfpinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351841201119163713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662551415281629100.post-54484662058087739152007-12-06T04:48:00.000-08:002007-12-06T05:07:23.868-08:00"Bullies is da Bunk"<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R1fwK_4rRtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kWqVNP0HojI/s1600-h/ladder1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R1fwK_4rRtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kWqVNP0HojI/s400/ladder1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140841571405219538" /></a><br /><p>I doesink likes bullies muchk. Espeshkally afker gittin beat up by a bunches of 'em wot was three times me size over in da skatering rink in Baggage Canals. Day needs ter learns sum manners. I losk one o' me peepers in da battle. It was da mosk ar'ful battle o' me whole life. So's I wen out an foun a ol' ladder an a buckick o' paint, and sneaked out inna middle o' da night an prettied up da bully's placek! ARF! ARF! ARF!</p><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R1fwLP4rRuI/AAAAAAAAABE/clqh3QR_cH0/s1600-h/ladder2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R1fwLP4rRuI/AAAAAAAAABE/clqh3QR_cH0/s400/ladder2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140841575700186850" /></a>Poopdeck Halfpinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351841201119163713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662551415281629100.post-40439608389645761842007-12-04T12:46:00.000-08:002007-12-04T12:47:51.986-08:00Poopdeck and Santa<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R1W84P4rRsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jbt5c-jtVQk/s1600-h/poopNsanna.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeLd_gQ8UD4/R1W84P4rRsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jbt5c-jtVQk/s320/poopNsanna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140222224236234434" /></a><br />So's I visicked Sanny Cloz over in Calerdonk an tole 'em I'd be a good lil shaver<br />an wouldink takes no more pennies from peeple's pockicks if'n 'e cud fine<br />it innis 'art ter bring me some freshk terbacky an veggibles, an I alsos aksked 'im<br />ter bring some new shoeses widdout holes innim fer some a da yungins in New Baggage<br />wot gots holes in dares.Poopdeck Halfpinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351841201119163713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662551415281629100.post-84997039564244405492007-12-03T04:48:00.000-08:002007-12-03T19:05:48.888-08:00Poopdeck and Sir Arthur<i>Poopdeck sees Sir Arthur on his balcony and joins him...</i><br />Poopdeck: Hi misker<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Hello<br />Poopdeck: watch doin misker?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: I am trying to fly but cannot.<br /><i>Sir Arthur crashes</i><br />Poopdeck: Ouch! - you okay misker?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Just a little shaken. Where are you?<br />Poopdeck: on da balkinny<br />ArthurConan Doyle: I did not see that you were beside me. I thought you were down here.<br />Poopdeck: I wuz den I camed up<br />ArthurConan Doyle: I must be blind not to see someone next to me.<br />Poopdeck: well - I is kinda shork<br />ArthurConan Doyle: That is true.<br />Poopdeck: an yer kina ol' - maybe yer eys is bad<br />ArthurConan Doyle: I am qute old. -How old are you, I am 60.<br />Poopdeck: oller than a tree?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: No, they are older than me (some of them)<br />Poopdeck: I seena ol' whale oncek<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Miss Capalini tells me that I am to not give you any liquor.<br />Poopdeck: How comes? - You sed I could has all i wantinged<br />ArthurConan Doyle: She says that it is bad for you. It will stop your growth.<br />Poopdeck: But I eats me veggibles proper<br />ArthurConan Doyle: It is hard not to obey Miss Capalini<br />Poopdeck: I don't tink so - I kin disobey her real good<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Well you are a braver man than me!<br />Poopdeck: An the docter in da port said I could has likker for mediskinal purposkes<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Was he sober at the time?<br />Poopdeck: He was stil stannin up<br />ArthurConan Doyle: That is not necessarily a reliable indicator.<br />Poopdeck: He speeaked okay - like me<br />ArthurConan Doyle: I was wondering if you could read?<br />Poopdeck: wots redin?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Well, it is like getting information from a book<br />Poopdeck: like pitchers? - of fishk an suchk?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: No the stuff next to the pictures.<br />Poopdeck: Oh! The letterers<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Yes.<br />Poopdeck: I kin counk letterers<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Can you read them?<br />Poopdeck: wot for?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: For joy.<br />Poopdeck: I gits joy watchin the fishkes - an the mermaids<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Yes, but one cannot have too much joy.<br />Poopdeck: I agrees<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Try this...<br /><i>ArthurConan Doyle gives Poopdeck Oliver Twist Ch. 1.</i><br />ArthurConan Doyle: Can you read that?<br />Poopdeck: Oliver Twisk?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: It is about a small boy who had no money.<br />Poopdeck: I heerd of it<br />ArthurConan Doyle: If you like the first chapter I will give you another.<br />Poopdeck: ... da.... pairishk boys progressk... - kin I reads it after I has sum wiskikky?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: You can read. That is a good thing<br />Poopdeck: Dat's juss lookin at da werds<br />ArthurConan Doyle: No whisky, I am afraid. I fear Miss Capalini.<br />Poopdeck: I didink noed it was called readin<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Now you know.<br />Poopdeck: well tanks misker<br />ArthurConan Doyle: You are most welcome.<br />Poopdeck: what abouk pipin - kin i still smokes me pipe?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: As long as Miss Capalini does not catch you.<br />Poopdeck: I foun it in a corner at Misker Monondran's place<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Nasty habit, and difficult to quit.<br />Poopdeck: I bin smokin sincek I wuz bornded<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Where do you get the tobbacco?<br />Poopdeck: I foun sum inna cabby-net in misker Monondran's place<br />ArthurConan Doyle: I see. Well that is cheap enough I suppose. - So, what do you have planned for today?<br />Poopdeck: nuffin muchk - Misker monondran called it ill-iss-kit terbackky<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Wow. Does that make it better?<br />Poopdeck: It makes me head feel likesits done got mermaids innit<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Sounds a bit fishy to me.<br />Poopdeck: It doesink smells fishy<br />ArthurConan Doyle: It smells fishy from here.<br /><i>Poodeck takes a step back from Sir Arthur</i><br />Poopdeck: Dat better?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: A bit, yes. Have you always lived in Babbage?<br />Poopdeck: No. I only juss comed here<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Where were you before coming to Babbage?<br />Poopdeck: I growed up in Sweethaving with me Pappy<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Sweethaven? I have not heard of it.<br />Poopdeck: It's onna coask somewheres in New Ingling - on the Lantic Oshing<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Why did you come to Babbage?<br />Poopdeck: I washked up onna shore by the lite housk after some mean ol' ugly hag sinked me Pappy's boak<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Where is you father?<br />Poopdeck: I tink he's gone ter the botting o da drink wit Davey Jones<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Ah, I am sorry for your loss.<br /><i>Poopdeck Halfpint sniffs</i><br />ArthurConan Doyle: I was dead once, but then I woke up here.<br />Poopdeck: You was ded?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Yes, I died in 1930.<br />Poopdeck: Holey smakokies!<br />ArthurConan Doyle: When I woke up here, I had lost most of my memory, but I am slowly regaining it.<br />Poopdeck: Dats good den misker. Maybe me Pap will washk up somewheres too<br />ArthurConan Doyle: You never know. It could happen. Or he could have gone to heaven.<br />Poopdeck: Or da udder place<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Other place? Oh you mean Caledon?<br />Poopdeck: Yeah - the place wit deemings an fire<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Yes, I believe they call it Caledon. Have you been skating?<br />Poopdeck: Yess - I has! Missus Spaghetti tooked me<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Did you enjoy it?<br />Poopdeck: It was lotsk o fun<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Excellent.<br />Poopdeck: Does ya got any books abouk whales?<br />ArthurConan Doyle: I think I could find one if you like. I will try to have it next time we meet.<br />Poopdeck: Garsk! Tanks Misker<br />ArthurConan Doyle: You are most welcome sir.<br />Poopdeck: So if'n ya evers go out to sea - be carefuls of the ol' hag. She plays a flute - thats how ya kin noes she's a-comin.<br />You doant wanna be heerin dat flute neither.<br />ArthurConan Doyle: I will do that. Actually I am looking for a ship.<br />Poopdeck: I's lookin fer a boak too!<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Do you want to go to sea again?<br />Poopdeck: Sure I does! I's gonner be the bestest sailor i alla world one day! arf arf arf!<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Really? I hope you find a ship that you like.<br />Poopdeck: I spose I will sumtime. I kin haul in a ankker wif me teefks<br />ArthurConan Doyle: I went to sea when I was young. It was very hard work and dangereous.<br />Poopdeck: I aint askeerd o danger or hard work. I bin on boaks all me long life<br />ArthurConan Doyle: How long has your life been?<br />Poopdeck: I bin aroun a hole deck ade<br />ArthurConan Doyle: That seems about right for a deck hand.<br />Poopdeck: Me Pappy used ter ship out on the ol Maryanne afore I was bornded<br />ArthurConan Doyle: What did she carry?<br />Poopdeck: She carried frukes, and veggibles an hams and terbackky an whores an coffee an cuspidoons and boxes o weet and horskes<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Was it a sailing ship or a steamer?<br />Poopdeck: She was a sailin ship alright!<br />ArthurConan Doyle: A schooner?<br />Poopdeck: aye I think she wuz. Until she went down on acounta da ghosks o da seas<br />Me Pappy and a bunch o his mates survideded. but the storeis he tole would curl yer nickkers<br />ArthurConan Doyle: How many masts were on your schooner?<br />Poopdeck: The Maryanne had for masks - but that wuz afore me time<br />ArthurConan Doyle: How many in your time?<br />Poopdeck: Me pappy's ship was a steamer - we fished fer tuner - the one the hag sinked<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Oh, I thought it was a schooner?<br />Poopdeck: The Maryanne wuz<br />ArthurConan Doyle: I see.<br />ArthurConan Doyle: Well, it has been great chatting with you, Have a great day.<br />Poopdeck: you too miskerPoopdeck Halfpinthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351841201119163713noreply@blogger.com2