Picking your nose and other evils, privacy in close quarters

[black bart]

Who's that bald bugger dancing wiv Pirate Guy?



is it Walktheplank wivout his wig?

[pirateanarchist]

Say to my Kogamitsu firthy scurvy dog!!

me Cutlass may 'ave a few words for ye Kogamitsu! Ahrrr!
better than

as for farts, nose pickins and the like, all Pyrates needin to clear themselves are ordered to the stern till thar business be dun, aboard me ship the Naufragio!

[black bart]

I searched for Naufragio and got this:



Lucky they be fartin on the stern!

[DaveL]

YArrrr...

I had a private spot in the cargo hold where Oi used to go to let a few things out in private, after a big night on the turnip stew.
Problem was, we used to keep gettin stow aways in the hold - even they were complanin'.

Before ye know it, Oi wuz gettin extra dubloon and rations for flushin' em out wif me secret weapon!

[Detective TurtleHolmes]

Yarr, when oi be in Pirate School, oi try ta be carefool, but oi sumtoimes fergit meself enuff to let wun out. Ye should see it! The wenches, they scream an' jump up onna tharr desks, the lads, they jus' go all frozen-loike an' clasp tharr hands o'er tharr faces.

Oi've not bin allowed ta be the carer o' Calico Jack the Leapin' Hamster an' his familee e'er since the last incidint. Garrgh...

[pieces o'nine]

oi reeloizes that thee immachur pyrate toipes loike ter brag abowt these fings. but kin enny ov *ye* clayme t'ave cawsed thee eck stink shun ov thee die no sores?

[Dan (dat haole dude)]

oi reeloizes that thee immachur pyrate toipes loike ter brag abowt these fings. but kin enny ov *ye* clayme t'ave cawsed thee eck stink shun ov thee die no sores?

oi wish!! but, mee sistah wantaime shave 'er legs an' wrecked 'um..(& noo, eet no get wantaime onna "Hugh-toobe", cuzza dee-skrimmy-nashunn.. )

[Detective TurtleHolmes]

Yarr, oi've bin loike that. Hexcept oi finks the ol' fella was on thee wrong end o' life anyways.

[black bart]

oi reeloizes that thee immachur pyrate toipes loike ter brag abowt these fings. but kin enny ov *ye* clayme t'ave cawsed thee eck stink shun ov thee die no sores?

Arrrgh...were he a one eyed dinosaur? A 'Doyethinkeesaurus.'

I'll get me coat...

[DaveL]

YArrrrr...

Reminds me of a Monty Python song that was was tossed up recently in the Carribean. Summit to do with being a male Oi do believes.

[KC Observer]

Lads,

Being cooped up in close quarters can be a right pain at the best of times. Bein stuck on a ship with no privacy sometimes introduces a few issues that require some covert actions to ensure you don't annoy your cabin mates.

Oi wuz wunderin' if yer had any tips for werkin' in close quarters. If yer need to 'scratch yer nether regions' or 'let off a few trouserly emissions' what's the best way to do it?

The world of confined quarters is a realm of invention for the clever pirate.

What be yer tips?

Always pick the lesser of two weevils!

[black bart]

Talkin o noses...how about this one to elp Detective T wiv his henquiries:

[Detective TurtleHolmes]

Argh, the slot be filled fer that 'un, matey. Oi've got me this big-nosed wunder:

[black bart]

Aarrrrgh Big Nosed bugger ye got there...I bet he can't sing as good as dis one though:

[pieces o'nine]

Yarrr! oi 'era as she be a deft 'and wiv thee "mainsail event".