And the shrouds hum full of the gale of the grave and the keel goes out to the sea
In honor of International Talk Like a Pirate Day, I respectfully wish to submit that if I had just had scurvy, this whole week would have been much easier. Have a suspicious ghost crab, the Changelings' "Port Royale" (1998), and Tim Eriksen rocking out Bellamy's setting of Kipling's "Poor Honest Men" (2011). In keeping with the recent influx of Kevin McNally in the eighteenth century, when I get back to my stack of DVDs I could just rewatch Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (2006). For all the varied and undeniable flaws of those second two films, their sea-iconography has clung to me like dream-wrack for nearly twenty years and I wouldn't have a cycle of stories without them.

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Thank you! It's my plan for tomorrow: International Talk Like a Pirate Day Observed.
[edit] It took a little longer thanks to the external optical drive that I use for a DVD player turning out to have partly died, but I had forgotten that Orlando Bloom spends most of Dead Man's Chest dressed like this and at this point Kevin McNally should just get his own anachronistic leather coat, it's unfair.
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Ha, well, he's trying! He keeps hanging out near the 18th C leather jackets. Maybe he puts them on in between takes?