.:SAGITTARIUS:. The Sexy one (23 November-22 December)

Spontaneous. Horny. Freak in Bed. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when
found. Loves being in long relationships. The one. So much love to give. Not
one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone They meet.
Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique sexiness.
Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in Bed..!!! Did I say Amazing
in Bed? Not the kind of person you wanna mess with you might end up crying.

I am a scary smelly skeleton pirate!
I wonder where the treasure is

I hear black rusty shooting fire cannonballs
and swords slapping

I see other English ships to get their treasure
I want treasure, a golden compass, and a gold ring

I am a scary smelly skeleton pirate!
I pretend to play swords with you

I feel my bones cracking
I touch the shark's teeth

I worry about my pirate ship
and how it will disappear one day

I cry when my boat tips upside down
I am a scary smelly skeleton pirate!

I understand that I know that you can be killed
I say aye aye matey, I believe in ghosts

I never dream about black treasure
I try not to kill my pet octopus

I hope to be free
I am a scary smelly skeleton pirate

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It be a tale of a sea battle, death, and victory snatched from the mouth of defeat. Enjoy!

The Captain's Coat

"Get aloft," the captain shouted,
"There's a prize to be taken out there!
Man your guns and prepare for a battle
Each survivor takes an equal share!"

I was sailing on the brig Adventure,
A nimbler square-rigger I've never seen
She was stiff, she was yar, she was weatherly,
And her lines were true and clean.

Her captain was a man named Griffin
Who was always ready for a fight
His hand was iron in discipline
But he treated us seadogs right.

He wore a long green gentleman's coat
With a high collar and trim of gold
You could find him on deck with barely a glance
'Cause he always wore it, whether hot or cold.

We bore down on the ship he had sighted
And the crew all gasped in surprise
For there before us, rising up out of the haze,
A Spanish galleon appeared before our eyes.

Tall as a mountain, three times our height,
And that was with her riding low,
And her sides were covered with gun ports:
Twelve on top and twelve below.

I was berthed as Griffin's Master Gunner
And I knew what that broadside could mean
If the Dons knew how to use them
Their guns would sweep our deck clean.

Captain Griffin had always been a brawler
I knew what he intended to do
We'd run in and throw over our grappling hooks
And our boarders would o'erwhelm the crew.

Standing at me station, I trembled,
The sweat was a'crawling down me back.
The 'Venture was running ahead of the wind
Approaching the Dons on their portside tack.

Our decks were cleared for action,
Coming up on the galleon fast,
When I saw the Spaniard turning -
We would suffer at least one blast!

As the big ship turned toward us
I could see we'd slip side by side
And just before we met her
"Get down," the captain cried!

The rest of us dashed for cover,
The battle had truly begun,
We were less than a cable from her
And she let loose with every gun.

Two dozen iron black killers
Came flying at us through the air
And after the bone crushing impacts
There was blood and death everywhere

As we cleared her and the screams got started
I looked around me to measure the cost
The masts were still standing upright
But half of our port cannon were lost.

The men were quick to take stations
Some were wounded but fewer were dead
Unless hit by a ball or flying wreckage
A sailor's wounds were caused by splinters instead.

I ran in search of the captain
And found him to be one of our dead
His body lay limp as a rag doll
His green coat was covered with red

I knew that we should go running
I knew we were outgunned and outmanned
But I knew when I saw the captain's body
That caution and reason were damned

The crew had seen the poor captain
And silence ruled over the boat
But the weary survivors all watched me with awe
As I put on the bloody captain's coat.

"Take heart, ye seadogs, and hear me,
This battle is not over yet,
Listen up and we'll give these poxy Spaniards
A fight they'll never forget!"

"Trim your sails and blow on your matches,
Prepare to cut across her wake
We have the wind in our favor and
We'll give her stern a rake!"

A cheer went up from the crewmen
As I tried to give orders of a sort,
"Man the portside guns you seahawks
And helmsman, HARD A'PORT!"

The nimble 'Venture swung 'round smartly
And we heeled with hardly a sway
And there sat the Spanish galleon
Resting barely two cables away.

For when she had turned to meet us
In the irons she became firmly locked
With the wind a'blowin' on her bowsprit
She sat as still as if she was docked

But the Adventure was like a seabird
Flying light and fast and spry
And even with the wind against us
We were sailing full and by.

Our first broadside was a weak one:
The portside guns were down to five,
But when we came 'round a'tacking,
The starboard guns came alive.

We slowly tacked towards the transom,
Firing each time the guns came to bear,
Turning the Adventure as close to the wind
As I could bring myself to dare.

To be sure the stern is a small target,
No matter the ship's great size,
But each hit does maximum damage,
Each hit brings you closer to the prize.

The Spaniard was wallowing windless,
He was trying to turn her in vain,
But the fight went out of him fully
When we parted his iron rudder chain.

At last the galleon struck her colors,
And we boarded her without a fight,
And when we searched out her treasure,
My eyes had never beheld such a sight!

There was a chest flowing over with jewelry:
Emeralds and pearls and more!
There was a bag of gold minted coinage
And silver bars wrought by the score!

We knew that we were all rich men,
At least for a month or two,
And I hoped that we had a bright future:
This was now my ship and my crew.

In addition to the gold, jewels and silver,
The hold was full of gentlemen's dress.
There were silks and brocades a'plenty
And I was tempted I must confess.

But I knew as we made ready to leave her,
As we lowered the treasure to our boat,
That no other jacket would ever fit me
And I still wear Captain Griffin's green coat.

Stephen Sanders