Ahoy Matey! I be sufferin' from the same lack of sense of direction as that swash-buckler, Zoro, so me mateys and I have been on many a long and winding adventure!
Well, me ship, she was a fine ship, she was, but one day me first matey misfired the cannon and ooooo shiver me timbers I couldn't believe all of the fire.
R.I.P. The Black Medallion.
Yar matey's, My adventure would be a grand adventure. To fight to last breath for grandest of grand treasures. Me and my crew would fight giantist of monster and weirdest of weird pirates to get what we search for.
Yaargh, so it's a pirate adventure you'd like to hear, matey? Perhaps you be wantin' to listen to the epic tale of the journey to the fabled island paradise my crew and I ventured upon?
Having obtained the treasure map device called "Garrrrrmin" from that evil fortress of black magic, Best Buy, we weighed anchors and set sail on our trusty vessel, the "Honda Civica", to our desired destination. After having sailed through various ship graveyards (traffic jams), passed the test of the accursed red beam (speed trap), surviving the temporary loss of our treasure map at the hands of the evil witch, "Recal Culatica"(I'll recalculate you, you piece of [mumble] electronic [mumble] wait 'till I return you...) and fought off the dreaded scourge of the Seven Seas (my annoying cousin Pedro who always wants to tag along and smells weird), we finally "arrrrived" to the island paradise that every self-respectin' scallywag dreams of, where the rum flows freely (free refills and a full bar!) and the natives serve you a cuisine seen hardly anywhere on the high seas. I speak of the fabled "Straw Hat Pizza". Ah, yes, me and my crew had a jolly good time celebrating and drinking into the night, singing "Yo-ho, yo-ho and a bottle of rum!" (actually we sort of hummed quietly to ourselves so as not to disturb the other patrons).
Who knows what other pirately misdeeds my crew and I will be regaling you filthy land lubbers with? (none until I can get more gas money...)
Ahoy there, Funimation! Ye want a story, eh? Well, here it is then. Years ago, I be holdin' me a little too much gold while scouring through the city. As I passed a dark alley, these landlubbers glanced at me treasure, and tried to rob me of me booty! I wouldn't let'em do it, you see? Well, as they took out their knives, me first mates came to the scene! Those cowards ran like they had just seen an ocean full of sharks, har har har! Lesson of the story? Don't trust dem landlubers.
Ahoy you scallywags. The only adventure we be taking today is a cold and nasty one. We be solving the mysteries of the empirical rule and the scores of Z. There just be one problem though you see, our map does not have the X mark we be needing. Only a box to plot our course. If only we had a navigator like the Staw Hats to guide us.... instead we have this mate by the name of Chebychev who only has a theory. I think the only place he be guiding us, is to ol' Davy Jones locker.
Yarr me be wantin' that prize booty. Sailin' the Seven Seas in search of treasure. What's this land ho better set up camp for the night and have a good look for treasure.
Arrrgh! Ye be askin' for a story do ye? Well, landlubber, have a got a tale for ye. Twas a sunny and snowy morn, me and me crew were itchin' to go a adventurin' for treesure we were. We'd earlier found map of the new world, we did. Our noble ship, O great Laboona Goona was a rockin' on those there waves. All of a sudden, a giant sea creature, tween the size of Loch Ness with a jolly roger branding its wee head stiked me boat, it did. We weren't about t' let that lily-livered son of davy jones send us to th' deep blue were we? We fought back, but alas the' creature had us on end of our rope she did.
Right when we were to be lunch, th' great wave, Blakoog Dagoo, came washin' down over us like a pot of gravy on a roast duck. The gallant wave washed away th' scurvy beast, yet this be not the end of the tale, savvy. Tween th' wave, rose a giant, its hair strewn with the bones of its enemies. We didn't intend t' join those ranks, we didn't. I lashed out, me sword at the ready and raked it down th' side of th' great behemoth. With a mighty swoop, I was knocked out t' th' briny deep, where I assumed meself fish feed.
I woke 'pon shallow waters, me trousers soaked with th' tears of th' deep. I looked around and spotted somethn' that curdles me today. An X saw I and I gathered me soaking britches and hot footed it to the spot and I dig. Unearthed by me is a pearl sword, legend fortold of in the great books. But what I did with th' treesure is anothr' story, me lads. As for me crew, they was never heard from agayn, but if ye lissen clost, ye can hear a howling at night, a reeminder of th' day.
Arrrrr I be th' adventurin' type as well an' i do plan t' win this
Ahoy Matey! I be sufferin' from the same lack of sense of direction as that swash-buckler, Zoro, so me mateys and I have been on many a long and winding adventure!
Well, me ship, she was a fine ship, she was, but one day me first matey misfired the cannon and ooooo shiver me timbers I couldn't believe all of the fire.
R.I.P. The Black Medallion.
Yar matey's, My adventure would be a grand adventure. To fight to last breath for grandest of grand treasures. Me and my crew would fight giantist of monster and weirdest of weird pirates to get what we search for.
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Yarr, I was beating some landlubbers at MTG while a storm be raging outside. After swabbing the deck with them I had to take me boat home
Yaargh, so it's a pirate adventure you'd like to hear, matey? Perhaps you be wantin' to listen to the epic tale of the journey to the fabled island paradise my crew and I ventured upon?
Having obtained the treasure map device called "Garrrrrmin" from that evil fortress of black magic, Best Buy, we weighed anchors and set sail on our trusty vessel, the "Honda Civica", to our desired destination. After having sailed through various ship graveyards (traffic jams), passed the test of the accursed red beam (speed trap), surviving the temporary loss of our treasure map at the hands of the evil witch, "Recal Culatica"(I'll recalculate you, you piece of [mumble] electronic [mumble] wait 'till I return you...) and fought off the dreaded scourge of the Seven Seas (my annoying cousin Pedro who always wants to tag along and smells weird), we finally "arrrrived" to the island paradise that every self-respectin' scallywag dreams of, where the rum flows freely (free refills and a full bar!) and the natives serve you a cuisine seen hardly anywhere on the high seas. I speak of the fabled "Straw Hat Pizza". Ah, yes, me and my crew had a jolly good time celebrating and drinking into the night, singing "Yo-ho, yo-ho and a bottle of rum!" (actually we sort of hummed quietly to ourselves so as not to disturb the other patrons).
Who knows what other pirately misdeeds my crew and I will be regaling you filthy land lubbers with? (none until I can get more gas money...)
"Holy crap, a talking muffin!"
Ahoy there, Funimation! Ye want a story, eh? Well, here it is then. Years ago, I be holdin' me a little too much gold while scouring through the city. As I passed a dark alley, these landlubbers glanced at me treasure, and tried to rob me of me booty! I wouldn't let'em do it, you see? Well, as they took out their knives, me first mates came to the scene! Those cowards ran like they had just seen an ocean full of sharks, har har har! Lesson of the story? Don't trust dem landlubers.
Ahoy you scallywags. The only adventure we be taking today is a cold and nasty one. We be solving the mysteries of the empirical rule and the scores of Z. There just be one problem though you see, our map does not have the X mark we be needing. Only a box to plot our course. If only we had a navigator like the Staw Hats to guide us.... instead we have this mate by the name of Chebychev who only has a theory. I think the only place he be guiding us, is to ol' Davy Jones locker.
Yarr me be wantin' that prize booty. Sailin' the Seven Seas in search of treasure. What's this land ho better set up camp for the night and have a good look for treasure.
Arrrgh! Ye be askin' for a story do ye? Well, landlubber, have a got a tale for ye. Twas a sunny and snowy morn, me and me crew were itchin' to go a adventurin' for treesure we were. We'd earlier found map of the new world, we did. Our noble ship, O great Laboona Goona was a rockin' on those there waves. All of a sudden, a giant sea creature, tween the size of Loch Ness with a jolly roger branding its wee head stiked me boat, it did. We weren't about t' let that lily-livered son of davy jones send us to th' deep blue were we? We fought back, but alas the' creature had us on end of our rope she did.
Right when we were to be lunch, th' great wave, Blakoog Dagoo, came washin' down over us like a pot of gravy on a roast duck. The gallant wave washed away th' scurvy beast, yet this be not the end of the tale, savvy. Tween th' wave, rose a giant, its hair strewn with the bones of its enemies. We didn't intend t' join those ranks, we didn't. I lashed out, me sword at the ready and raked it down th' side of th' great behemoth. With a mighty swoop, I was knocked out t' th' briny deep, where I assumed meself fish feed.
I woke 'pon shallow waters, me trousers soaked with th' tears of th' deep. I looked around and spotted somethn' that curdles me today. An X saw I and I gathered me soaking britches and hot footed it to the spot and I dig. Unearthed by me is a pearl sword, legend fortold of in the great books. But what I did with th' treesure is anothr' story, me lads. As for me crew, they was never heard from agayn, but if ye lissen clost, ye can hear a howling at night, a reeminder of th' day.