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Aug. 15th, 2003 | 07:19 pm
mood: wet

Last night we stayed up till thee wee hours of dusk splicing the mainbrace with some of thee finest rum we pilfered from a Spanish family. Me lad sang me songs of love, drunk on rum while slippin' his hand up me bloomers. Me don't care he comes back to the ship smelling like rosewater from his whores, me knows he has them... at least me lad ravages me where he can see me and not bent over the dirty barrels in thee alleys, where them dogs lie. He took his cutlass and cut off me bloomers, whipping me arse with the undoings of me corset. And under thee pale moonlight, me captain reminded me just how well he can steer sails.

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Aug. 6th, 2003 | 01:08 pm

Me Jack be very merry these here days. His movie be rakin' in the doubloons that there is. It puts wind in his sails that it does. But me tell him there be some mutiny aboard, me knows them Disney people are traitors.

Alas, a proper charmer he be, yes he is.. although me know about his there rovin' eye. I smell a squall brewin ahead with there whores he frequents at the tavern. There be hell to pay... no one tastes a piece of my captain and lives to tell the tale.

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Jul. 27th, 2003 | 10:36 am

Really now, I know my husband is fine and all but now there are a bunch of communities worshipping him. How cute. Just remember who he digs them gold teef into at night... and it isn't his dinner either.

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