*Aaaarrgh, fumbles with pistols in Black Beard style Bandolier with fourteen pistols stuffed in it...drops pistols, shoots four of me own crew, draws cutlass and challenges everyone to a big Pirate fight*
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.
* considders shootin meself wiv me oan pistols, at thee mirror thought ov wadin fru Cronan-knows-ow-menny payges ov this koinde ov foolishness 'ere in pyrates *
* drinkes a Capns Deloight -- an slips thee Brasso Chaser t'me rein-vulcher 'ed-dress t'perk hit hup a bit -- an foires a volly ov unpayde barrrgh tabbes at Black Bart *
(Aaarrrgh...I wasn't suspectin thee bar tabs so soon in thee battle)...*catches bartabs full in thee moosh an falls backwards over the table into the ample wobblin chest o Big Brenda...phew*
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.
The thin line between genius and insanity is less of a border than a union.
"Science can purify religion from error and superstition; religion can purify science from idolatry and false absolutes. Each can draw the other into a wider world, a world in which both can flourish." --Pope John Paul II
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. -Albert Einstein