Welcome to Port Peril, me hearties!
I’m here. I’ve made it. My Piratical story is about to begin. Sure, I’ve just woken up in the brig of what I assume is a pirate ship, and I can’t help but think, ‘Yes!’
Sure, I’m going to have to deal with an unknown pirate captain, but that’s definitely something I’m prepared to do. The punishments are going to be physical, and they’re likely to be severe. All I have to do is keep my head down, where the people in charge are concerned. The crew, for the most part, will be in the same boat I’m in. I’ll use whatever I have at my disposal to get what I want out of them. One thing I can say for sure, I will not betray my crew, but I have no qualms with betraying the officers.
I’m doing my best not to rub my hands in glee, but it’s go time. This is gonna be fun or me name’s not One-Gun Floyd.
Last night…oh last night was a blast. I got to regale a crowd with tales of Granpa Collins for the first time without being booed out of an establishment. I’ve missed this, singin’ the tales of the pirates, and hearin’ tales in return. That Conchobar wasn’t a slouch, that’s fer sure. He knew his tales, and he did a good job of relating them. I think my size intimidates him, though.
It seems he’s with us in the brig, so it should be interesting serving with him on a ship. Hopefully he’s not as much of a Prima Donna as he acted when I walked into the Formidably Maid.
That night will live on in infamy.