Argh

ahhoy all he land lubbers, been a pirate all weekend this friday morning went we went out to SeaDog, what an interesting.....staggeringly good time...first day help setup with the Orc's Belly Bar, that took most of the day, and I hit the Rum hard that evening, so hard that recollecting that I made it back to the Orc's Belly was made more clear with photo evidence, and luckily I had friend who where able to drag me back to my tent, apparently I got quite philosophical about being helped to walk....walking is so moving' where the words recanted to me by Tom....woke in my tent later that evening...early morning perhaps to converse with the Voyeur encampment, and we where soon offered invite to Castilion fleet, real pirates, at least more experienced....I later ecorted a lady and a pirate back to her tent...that was day one, the next day was recovering and visiting the swimming hole, ahhh....topless sun bathing....that evening I woke up in orcs belly alone after passing out without seeing much of the topless knife fight....there are bits here and there I'm still piecing together....took me a while to get into it, and some of it was strange, by the time I got back sunday night I felt like a pirate....now where are the wenches....have to say my skills at wenching need improving....monday 10 hours of work seems strange, to be inside so long.....wierd....fell into broken speech and accents most of the day...and really wanted to get up and go to the river...