Well...umm...I don't know quite how to put this, but...I'm a vampire?

Don't laugh, I'm serious! I was one this other site, MySpace, and I clicked on this link: http://monsters.joyeurs.com/google_apps/vampires/bitten.php?i=258303973 and then I was a vampire! It told me to <i>bite</i> people! Including friends! I don't know how this happened, but I passed Groves in a corrider and...well, let's just say there will be a lasting mark...

My mother always told me curiosity killed my cat...

Gillette walked down to the docks, tipping his hat to some ladies on the way, and proceeded to look about for the arrival of his visitors.

[Well, new deckhand, really] He thought to himself.

While he waited he watched the rest of the crew loading up the supplies and cargo, reprimanding one man on the dreadful knot he had tied when the cargo nearly dropped.

"I certainly hope Wacko is a better study than this sorry lot..." 

 I swear, if one more snot-nosed, scrubby, little midshipmen comes and  asks me how to tie a bloody bowline one more time, I am going to snap!

They are taught this BEFORE they even board a ship! it's a lifesaving line if you set foot aboard the gangplank without knowing this then you are doomed to a watery grave and from what I've heard Davy Jones isn't a particularly merciful fellow.

I'm glad they think they can come and ask me questions but it is a basic. Knot. I can understand not being able to completley grasp a Turks Head or the Monkey Fist, but PLEASE!

And even worse, one had the audacity to ask if I was freckled all over

Oh GOD punching someone never felt so good!

I feel I need a stiff drink.

I've come to the conclusion that I need to 'lurk moar' around DDD. Ever since that one time I spoke with Ms. Philomel I haven't seen her again. 

It is rather starting to bother me...

I can't remember wanting to speak with a lady so very much, but convesation with her was just so charming and intellectually stimulating that I have rather craved her company ever since. I haven't been on the board much, so I haven't even seen any of her posts very recently and I find myself wondering what she is thinking or doing at the very moment, whether she has even put a thought towards me since then either...

I do so miss her...

Good Lord, I haven't been here in a while! I had to go out to the colonies North of the Caribbean, pirate attacks, the local Navy sent for reinforcements.

But when I got back, I got around to trying this 'personality quiz' that the Commodore tried some time ago! I answered as truthfully as possible but I'm not sure I'm entirely pleased with the answer;

 

The False Messiah

Deliberate Brutal Love Master (DBLM)

http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3

I'm really rather excited, I don't know whow to begin this journal. I haven't written in it for so long that I feel compelled to write a great deal.

I suppose I shall start from the beginning.

After I woke up and had a rather large shock at the appearance of breasts and no...other personal items that were supposed to be in my netherregions...I quickly decided that I shouldn't be seen outside until I had figured everything out.

So I decided to come and visit the community in Livejournal and ask what was going on and to my great surprise, I found I wasn't the only one afflicted by this disease. In fact, the majority of the community seemed ot be suffering from it. I found out it is only temporary adn was quite relieved.

Until my friend Theodore Groves came knocking at my door.

I couldn't risk telling him the truth, the consequences would be terrible, but I couldn't stay inside for the entire duration either, I would go absolutley mad. So I made up a story about my sister coming to visit and asked him to pick up a dress and other necessary things as a gift for her. I had to haphazardly dress myself in loose clothing (A housecoat worked quite nicely) and tie my now much longer hair back into a que and try to stuff it under my wig. I hate to lie to him, but I really don't think I could stand the laughing and the explanation would have taken forever.

When he later came about and I was all dressed in the new clothes, I was subjected to tasteless flirting and bad pick-up lines involving ship rigging. He was slapped smartly and sent on his way to lick his wounds.

So I went back on here and spoke with Jordan. We've decided to go on a trip that I like to call 'World-hop-shopping'! I am really too excited for this for my own good. I can't wait to pick up some new things! Perhaps a new dress in blue (The one Teddy brought me is an ugly pink that clashes terribly with my hair) with shoes to match. A parasol with little ruffles at the edges would be simply charming! And by God is it ever hot here! I am defintiley going to be picking up a fan and hat! Perhaps in Jordan's world they have pretty little things for my hair to decorate it? little beaded clips in all colours! Oh, I can't-

Dear God...This whole situation is really getting to me...God help me if Sparrow ever reads this...

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I believe this is the internet? I've also heard it referred to as the 'intarweb' by others, so I'm really not certain as to what to call it.

To be completely frank, when some men told me of this, I thought they were a little deep in their cups and so I told them to let me know what else the leprechauns told them. They laughed and told me they weren't daft, but I still had my doubts.

Then, to my great surprise and displeasure, I found out that the Commodore had taken an interest in this 'internet' (Intarweb??). So surprised was I that he had put any stock into what I thought was just a few drunken sailors running their mouths I made the comment of 'when little boxes can show me the world instead of my ship, I shall be certain to check the barn for pigs with winglike deformities.'

And now here I am, sitting in front of this glowing box, using a flat panel with all of my letters on it and marveling at the fact that whatever I press comes onto the box for me to see. It would be easier if the letters were in their proper order, but they are all over the place. Much like Jack Sparrow, curse him.

And this funny little thing with the string coming out of it? Why is it called a 'mouse'? Vermin aren't usually welcome guests in any house, and yet I find I need it in order to properly operate this machine. When I was told there was a mouse in the box, I nearly stomped on it!

I do hope the Commodore doesn't rub it in...I know I would...

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