On a secret mission that will live in infamy, El Chindo, that's me, and TallGirl and Deet did set sail to Knøtt's Beπy Farm to carry out the Captain's orders. You've never seen a more determined lot.
So with our long boat ashore, and our orders clear, we snuck our way past their battlements and into their lair to see if the rumors of stolen treasure were true.
A great mountain of booty was there to be had and our hosts, unsuspecting of our alliances, were generous and gladly shared a bit of their own treasure with us, your most humblest of pirates.
Though well fed and cheered by the loot, we were still determined to blend in, crocodile grins and all, in the hopes that they would let slip and show us the treasure we suspect were stolen from out o' our own beloved Captain's locked and guarded cache.
And then...
How, in Neptune's name, could this be true? It be far too horrid a tale to be believed?
We sat stunned, in sad disbelief. Yet we'd seen it with our own good eye...
Snøøpy is a pirate.
It was a sad crew what set sail fer home that night. And though we're known fer a bit o' pirating ourselves, we'd hoped these bedtime tales of stolen treasure would have never had to come true.
Yer mate,
El Chindo
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3 comments:
What a mission! And alls well that ends well, as they say! I can't imagine a crew I'd rather have on my side!
Arrgh matey. Will the Captain be sharing his treasure?
My goodness, Chindo, what a sorry Snoopie he is. I'm at a loss for words...
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