Crappy Title, Sorry
My name's Nelson Cooke and I'm a pirate--when I can get the work. This blog's intended to be a resource for today's pirating needs. When I've got some more time, I'll be posting up stuff like specials at brothels, reports of plump brigs weighing anchor, and yarns to keep us entertained during those long chases (the movies've never gotten right the tedium of a fourteen-hour pursuit--am I on the money there or what, shipmates?).

Before I sign off today, I've got to apologize for one thing: the use of "arg" in the title. The publishing company who put up this site needs to pander to all the folks who think that we say--or that any pirate in all of history ever said--"arg." Of course you and me know that this happens only in tourist places where the staff wears plastic hooks over good hands and patches over working eyes and the customers think it's funny only because they've had lots of frozen fruity drinks or light beer in bottles that've had the labels replaced with fake old parchments that say GROG. Maybe we can educate the poor swabs. And if that doesn't work, we can always stab them.


P.S. Working for me I've got a West Indian harpooner named Flarq who does scrimshaws. Below's one of me. I've got to say, my cheekbones are a little higher in real life, and my eyes are way sexier, but when you're scrimshawist is the size of a silo like Flarq is and has a harpoon with him at all times, you simply tell him "Great job!"

P.P.S.: For more scrimshaw and other stuff, check out this site's homepage, http://piratesofpensacola.com.