It has been months since blades have touched the ice. I have missed ye.
Me love of the sea is that of a frozen nature. I be the Ice Pirate. I like me ice smooth and cold and I be havin' no ruts to make me corners rough and hard. I have been stranded for months, six to be exact, from my frozen love and when it come time for me to finally set sail on my swashbuckling blades, I be faced with the worst thing to touch me frozen beauty; a bloke with hockey blades. In ten minutes time he crossed me frozen pond, zig-zaggin’ from one end to the other, scraping his feet and makin’ ruts in me jewel. Aye, a pirate such as me self takes pride in me ocean and gave the soon be prisoner a choice; get off me ice or walk the boards.
Aye, the young lad chose wisely and made his exit quick, but not before he was warned of trying his next passage across me frozen sea.
Me time resumed sailing on me beloved. How me missed the sweet cool breeze.
Yo-ho, Yo-ho, a pirate’s life for me.
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ReplyDeleteBrilliant!! talk like a pirate day meets speedskating.. I am disturbing by co-workers with laugter.. .fantastic!!
ReplyDeleteAST: Just having a little fun on the blog today after dealing with a frustrating situation faced on the ice recently and a very long day. But hey, glad you could stop by.
ReplyDeleteAndrew: If anyone could appreciate this post, I knew it would be you! :)
HAHAHA, loved this. We ought to have a pirate night at practice....
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