DAMN SLAVES

So after a nights heavy drinking on the still nameless ship, some of the slaves had the bright idea of wakin’ me up. I was hungover, woken up at 6 in the morning and I couldn’t understand a damn word any of ‘em were saying(BTW does anyone have a pirate to english dictionary). Understandably I was slightly miffed.

There was only one logical response in that situation…….. but I couldn’t think of it. The voices in my head told me to Mace them, who was I to argue with them. Within the next few moments the cabin (read: cargo hold) looked like a Quentin Tarentino movie.

The moral of the story: Do NOT wake up a mace wielding psycho under any circumstance even if his scalp is on fire.

A small child full of Rum, a Random T-Rex and a barfight later, TJ the wannabe pirate and henchmen 1 through 6 came over and said they needed muscle(and mass maceage). The thought of maceing Scientologist, Mimes and Emos on the high seas was too much to turn down.

There was just one problem……. The lack of a ship.