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Invasion of Las Vegas anyone???

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Sailing Artist Maggie Py

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ReDD, THE Wench commented on Maggie Py's photo 'mags2'

Wow! You look amazing, dear. We miss you sooooo much!!!!

November 14

Captain Blackstrap commented on Maggie Py's photo 'mags2'

*gush* rather. Damned small keys...

November 9

Captain Blackstrap commented on Maggie Py's photo 'mags2'

*Gus* Miss Maggie you are lovely! And you are missed so very much! So much is happening, your captain needs her faithful navigator!

November 9

gotta get me some sparklies

September 29

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Sailing Master Margaret (Maggie) Py

Other ship ye belong too

Ecstasy: "Sailin' b'neath the Absinthian Skullerfly"

Where ye be from

Ah, so's you're up for a tale, are ye?

Piracy, mates, is in me blood. Afore there was Spaniards bloodying the sweet breeze of the Atlantic, there was powerful pirates sailing the Aegean and Mediterranean Seas. Slapped me ass and gave out me first screech in sweet Cilicia. Bein’ then a Barbary Babe it’s only right that I’d be bawlin’ around with me buccaneer brethren.

I ‘ad me first bout of piracy when I warn’t nothin’ more than a toddlin’ tart ‘bout the skirts of dock-weary hags. Seeing the glistening gleam of sparkle off the choppy clear blue of Calypso’s bay, sure but I wandered away from what coulda been me mam called to the irresistible sparkle so’s I could grab it all up and keep the shiny ta meself. Course, me legs warn’t solid enough fer land nor sea as yet. I ended up nose first into a hollowed dandy whiskey barrel headed for foreign ports. Discovered 2 days later, sloshed, stoned, and sweatin’ 98 proof stink, the galley mutt Brasher “Chops” Flutie, davey jones rest ‘im, cleaned me up and put me right ta werk. Stripey that he was told me ta keep me ‘ead down, wash me face an’ hands, an’ keep me ears an’ eyes open.

Chops may ‘ave been a piss poor cook, not that he know’d it, but he could sling a blade, and the braggart could load and discharge a weapon faster than Cap’n Jas Kurlas could spot the bottom of a grog flagon. While he ain’t ne’er been up fer father prime annual, he took to me like barnacle crap to the keel. He kep me busy as a little spy, slidin’ in an out of cabins and plantin’ me little tyke self behind a bulkhead or sleepin’ in the crow’s nest. I got ta readin’ so’s I could report back on old Cap’n Kurlas letters in and out. I got me first fine brass sector before I got me brass bosom- swiped it right from the sailing master- smarmy jib-lickin’ dog. Sure Chops kep me his secret, an I got to be known as the greedy ghost of the galleon.

Sweet to spend thems early years in shadows- my hands stayed purty soft for a pirate, though. I found me specialty in sniffin’ out the sweetest sparklie plots, and calculatin’ courses. I’d filch the charts, and like magic, treasure run routes would make their way to the sailing master. Course the bilge rat took all me credit. I paid the scurvy wick back by swipin’ his solid gold charting compass with the emerald hinge. Damn near tore the hull out with his teeth lookin’ fer it.

So when the ship sank, we was in the sparkle of Calypso’s eye not 3 leagues from land. Sure but we found a port’o’piracy in the Caribbean there bouts- and after me mates shucked the sailing master up to a rotting barrel and tied ‘im to the fluke afore headin’ ta land - sure’n cause we couldn’t keelhaul ‘im thanks to us being without vessel – the crew dispersed among the natives.

Chops was called to fiddlers green while Cap’n Kurlas was sniffin the bottom of rum barrels tryin’ to acquire a new ship. What Chops done was this- took on a ruddy fat wench in a cooking contest, and, as always too sure of his abilities as ‘e’d been the only cook for years, flubbed the Asian blowfish delicacy and ended up poisoning himself, the wench, and half the crew.

Chops taught me naught but bein’ a pirate, and a nearly invisible one at that. Jack rabbit skeered of bein’ passed off as some jingle-headed barmaid, certain but I shaved me ‘ead, bound me bosom, and I fought me way onto a sloop trafficking goods and learnin’ a bit about some of that magic that comes from ‘round India way.

Sure but me own talents was bein’ wasted below the deck of that rudder wreck, and it warn’t til I passed paths with the keen-eyed Madblade in a fine muck of a bar brawl round Jamaica way. It were a bright hot day, and I’d just beaten this dandy English officer in a game of mathematical and naval strategy who come to take it pretty hard. Set on clappin’ me in irons, I snapped me up some fine English coins in takin’ out some of the Queens’ boys. Cap’n then come up on my side seein’ that there was too many of them squiffies fer me alone. We dispatched them sons of a biscuit eater right quick, then threw back the rum and become better acquainted.

Sure the Blade an’ I came quick mates since she be the first lady Cap’n I’d come on. Course Cap’n warn’t a Cap’n back then, but nothin’s clearer than the Caribbean blue but that Madblade would be hoistin’ sail on a sweet furner one day. Madblade set the ladies ta right, too. Unbound and causin’ waves of their own. Now I’m a Sea Artist of many talents at me Cap’n’s side, sure to be caterwaulin’ “Don’t dunk me junk!”

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At 12:30am on March 2, 2009, Captain Blackstrap said…: You were missed at the faire, my beautiful navigator! We did listen to the bells in your honor though!

At 12:03pm on December 21, 2008, haitsumomo said…: beautiful love

At 8:57pm on February 14, 2008, Captain Blackstrap said…: Aye! Surly Gurlies rule! Post the info to the ship an' we shall sail on over!

At 7:15pm on February 6, 2008, Captain Blackstrap said…: I've always time fer you, me dear. Give a call an we will see what we can do.

At 7:21pm on February 5, 2008, Captain Blackstrap said…: Anytime you need me I am thar Miss Maggie ^_~

At 5:13pm on January 15, 2008, Molly McDoe said…: Ahh, and what do ye think I'm doin?

At 12:18am on December 20, 2007, black bonnie mulligan said…: hello, are you a tattoo collector? or artist.im an artist and collector.we are trying to get a bunch of corsairs to come raid my shop here in yuma sometime soon. you in? lol

At 9:59pm on December 19, 2007, Captain Blackstrap said…: Such a brat ye be doin' more research and showin' me up. Aye, well, be that way :P Sea Artist, and now we may hear some noise from Sir Bakin the star gazer sayin' he is better suited to the job. You are makin' my character really look like she got around though.

At 6:33pm on December 19, 2007, Captain Blackstrap said…: Bella, ye be havin' t' make friends with Miss Black Bonnie Mulligan. She be the tattoo artiste. Amazing work I've see so far. Amazing! I am lovin' your tale as well. Went back a bit further 'n mine did. Maybe I will add I dunno yet. So much else to do too. Ye din't say what yer position aboard ship was.

At 4:08pm on December 18, 2007, Captain Blackstrap said…: Aye, umm, well, looks like I be the landlubber n00b that gummed up the werks.... Mea culpa, no wait that be you. I cannot wait t' read your part in the story.