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Here’s what I want this year

Published December 17th, 2006 by Bobby Henderson

In case you’re wondering…

Until we get the *real* pirate ship, I just want a little boat. Like this one:
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A yacht like this runs about $35k. Considering the traffic this website gets, it should be no problem raising that much cash. Let’s try:

*Update* There is no longer a random shipping cost added to donations



347 Responses to “Here’s what I want this year”

  1. Wench Nikkiee says:

    I haven’t been there (and can’t go tonight :( but the terrible twins, Peter and Alchemist,
    were quite taken with a site called “topix net” I think? They were talking about it a few days back. Sounded like they were having quite a bit of fun there. I’ve got some work on at present :(

  2. Jingles says:

    Oh well… :(

  3. Beastly Rich says:

    Yarrr, I’ll come to this raiding party of yours

  4. Jingles says:

    YARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
    .
    Now we just need to find a time when we’re online…

  5. N.E. Otherguy says:

    Anyone been to Otto’s Shrunken Head Tike Bar in NYC?

  6. Gnocci Man says:

    A raid! Yay! Can I be Lead Shantyman? No raid is complete without…
    .
    Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Rum
    written by: Robert Lewis Stevenson 1881 and more lyrics added by Young Ewing Allison 1891
    .
    .
    Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    Drink and the devil be done for the rest
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    .
    The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike
    The bos’n’ brained with a marlin spike and
    Cookey’s throat was marked belike It
    Had been gripped by fingers ten and
    There they lay all good dead men like
    Break o’ day in a boozing ken__
    Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum
    .
    Fifteen men of a whole ship’s list
    Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum
    Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    .
    The skipper lay with his nob in gore where the
    Scullion’s axe his cheek had shore
    And the scullion he was stabbed times four and
    There he lay and the soggy skies
    Dripped all day in up-staring eyes at
    Murk sunset and at foul sur-prise
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    .
    Fifteen men of ‘em stiff and stark
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    Ten of the crew had the murder mark
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    .
    ‘Twas a cutlass swipe or and ounce of lead or a
    Yawning hole in a battered head
    and the scuppers glut with a yawning red and
    There they lay aye damn my eyes
    All lookouts clapped on par – a – dise all
    Souls bound just con – tra – ri – wise
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    .
    Fifteen men of ‘em good and true
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    Every man Jack could ha’ sailed with old Pew
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    .
    There was chest on chest of Spanish gold with a
    Ton of plate in the middle hold
    And the cabins riot with stuff un told As
    They lay there that had took the plum
    With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
    While we shared all by the rule of thumb
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    .
    Fifteen men of a 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
    .
    We wrapped ‘em all in a mains’l tight with
    Twice ten turns of a hausers bight
    And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight with a
    Yo heave ho and fare you well
    And a sullen plunge in a sullen swell
    Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    .
    .
    Not a true shanty, perhaps, but it would be recognized.
    RAmen

  7. Gnocci Man says:

    Or for the more benevolent pirate…
    .
    Why Should We Quarrel For Riches
    .
    How pleasant a sailor’s life passes
    Who roams o’er the watery main
    No treasure he ever amasses
    But cheerfully spends all his gain
    We’re strangers to party and faction
    To honor and honesty true
    And would not commit a bad action
    For power or profit in view
    .
    .Then why should we quarrel for riches
    .Or any such glittering toys
    .A light heart, and a thin pair of breeches
    .Will go through the world, my brave boys
    .
    The world is a beautiful garden
    Enriched with the blessings of life
    The toiler with plenty rewarding
    Which plenty too often breeds strife
    When terrible tempests assail us
    And mountainous billows affright
    No grandeur or wealth can avail us
    But skilful industry steers right
    .
    .Then why should we quarrel for riches
    .Or any such glittering toys
    .A light heart, and a thin pair of breeches
    .Will go through the world, my brave boys
    .
    The courtier’s more subject to dangers
    Who rules at the helm of the state
    Than we that, to politics strangers
    Escape the snares laid for the great
    The various blessings of nature
    In various nations we try
    No mortals than us can be greater
    Who merrily live till we die
    .
    .Then why should we quarrel for riches
    .Or any such glittering toys
    .A light heart, and a thin pair of breeches
    .Will go through the world, my brave boys

  8. Gnocci Man says:

    Stormy the night and the waves roll high,

    Bravely the ship doth ride,

    Hark! while the lighthouse bell’s solemn cry

    Rings over the sullen tide.

    There on the deck see two lovers stand,

    Heart to heart beating, and hand to hand;

    Though death be near, she knows no fear

    While at her side is one of all most dear
    .
    CHORUS
    Loudly the bell in the old tower rings,

    Bidding us list to the warning it brings sailor, take care – sailor, take care

    Danger is near thee, beware, beware, beware, beware

    Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep, so beware, beware

    Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep, so beware, beware

    .
    What of the storm when the night is over

    There is no trace or sign.

    Save where the wreckage hath strewn the shore

    Peaceful the sun doth shine.

    But when the wild raging storm did cease,

    Under the billows two hearts found peace

    No more to part no more of pain
    The bell may now tell its warning in vain.
    .
    chorus

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