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Dec 15, 2009 14:05

In honor of whatever spirit this place, may be-- perhaps enchanted, or cursed! with... I can't have my once around the ship without getting the inklings of writing to the supposedly overweight piggish bearded man. Santee ClausE? When it isn't that it's wanting to decorate with those shiny baubles and balls and the fuzzy snake looking things that glitter in this places synthetic lights, they're kind of ominous in the ways that I'm seeing them everywhere. WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF EVEN DECORATING TREES?! Why can we not just celebrate like normal persons and go to the pub and have a party?!

I'm tired of stemming said complushions though. Here is my list to the piggish Saint Christmas man, who apparently has magic powers of see all-know all and a list to describe such things. AND ELVES. What is an elf?

FAT MAN LIST:
For myself might I bother you for a new pair of boots, my pistol, my sword and MY HAT. I've been here too long without the bugger thing I'm starting to think it's wafting past India on steady waves.

For my neighbor on said level, Serena, preferably something jewel encrusted and SHINY-- like the flask she spoke of, only- mayhaps better.

To Captain Hawkeye I'd like a bottle of fine and preferably NOT insipid Rum- in a large bottle with an easily manageable cork plug! Same to the Morgan Captain who claims that she knows me and is aye-- a fellow pirate.

That's all. Carry on!

private entries fail jack

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