Pirate pictures!
Pictures be of the courtesy of Scarlet and Matthew. It be a fine account of real pirates.
I be Master Moondog Ross. aye that's right, I be a Master now. draped head to toe in the color we're born to mourn.
We lead our voyage to the port of Tampa and were ready to take to the festival.
Our dashing Captain Black
Mad Jenny the Heartbreaker
Sly Scarlet
Dark Matthew
and I, Moondog Ross.
We took rest in the cool shade, and away from the hoards of people that we had been fightin through.
The Captain and the navigator discuss the best course of action for our plans.
It be easy to be decieved by her tempting eyes and pleasing smile. But bear warning, she be Mad Jenny, the Heartbreaker.
The beautiful Miss Scarlet also be a sight for any man's eyes. For some she be the last thing they ever lay eyes on.
One of the pirate floats, a steel dragon with smoke in his belly.
Our crew steered 'way from the festival in search of our better opportunity for real pirates.
Moondog found a wee shack full of island delights and good meat.
People would ask to take our picture, and each time a little of our very souls. We found our own camera and glimpsed to how evil we have become.
Another o' them floats, firin' cannons into the streets of the city.
Moondog and Matthew took to the streets admist a riot.
We found this mural to be amusing. It depicts a member of PeTA walking the plank into a hungry shark.
Moondog Ross on the steps of a cold pit of doom.
Scarlet with some precious flowers growing over a lifeless brick wall.
The good Captain decided since we be the only real pirates thar, we should be on our way back home.
These not be all the pictures of our fair expedition, just a wee taste of the adventure we had. If you look this way you shall find all the glorious pictures of our stay.
Since we be the only real pirates thar, and we didn't feel much like spending the moon with a bunch o' drunken landlubbers, the Captain decided we would head back home and bring the party with us. We gathered even more of our fellow pirates for an Ambush Pirate Party!
The helmsman seems to be a object of all the ladies' affection.
Me and the bonnie lass danced a dramatic waltz of "The Mariner's Revenge".
Then we spun round til the world was a meer blur.
Thar be many more pictures of the party, with a handful of new pirates. Ye can meet all of the pirates that we welcomed to our crew and see the acts of lunacy of us scallywags.
If ye wishin' to see those of the Red Ladies than scoll down toward the bottom half of this here page.
If it be the Lindsay Wenches ye be lookin for than avert your eyes toward the beauties here.