Yarr, a spliffin' oidea. Perk up the place a bit, eh wot?
NOTE: Duncan be Wally, Malcolm be One-Eyed Matt, Donalbain be Innabin, Lennox be Wee Pete.
SCENE II. A camp near Forbes
Enter Wally, One-Eyed Matt, Innabin, Wee Pete, with Cabin Boys, meeting a bleeding Constable
Wally: Who be that blaggard? He can report,
Az seemeth by his plite, of the revoltin'
The newest stoat.
One-Eyed Matt: This be the constable
Who like a raggedy landvermin fought
'Gainst me lockupidity. Hail, brave tit!
Say to the Captain the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leef it.
Constable: Doughtful it stood;
As two spent sailors, that do cling togevver
And choke on their fart. The merciless --
Worthy ta be a pirate, for to that
The multiplyin' vishins in rum
Do swarm upon him--from Western Portsmouth
Of bilge and grog be supplied;
An' loot, on his damned prey smilin',
Show'd like Bartie's whore: but all's too large:
For brave MacBrenda--well she desarrrves that name--
Turnin' her knows up at loot, with her brandish'd cutlass,
Which smoked wit' bloody pillagin',
Like DaveL's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the galleyslave;
Which ne'er shook hooks, nor sent 'im on her waye,
Till she unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon the mizzenmast.
A flap of the wings yesterday means big changes tomorrow.
Let's work together to keep the present inevitable.
So yeah, I went and got a blog.