A novella ~ "Privateer's Desire: Stealing Romance"

OMG...on a Monday?
Well why the hell not?
Need to make up for a crappy weekend...

Where to begin? I suppose I'll eat a bit before drinking.
Thought you guys might have had a chapter of mischief at Pirates Ally in the French Quarter. Or finding you drinking at Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop.


https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lafitte's_Blacksmith_Shop#/media/File:LafittesCarriage1May2004.jpg



EXXXXACTLY- any reason really. Making up for a crappy weekend? Even better.

I've heard of that place before. Haven't been in though. Count me in. :devil::devil::devil:
 
OMG...on a Monday?
Well why the hell not?
Need to make up for a crappy weekend...

Where to begin? I suppose I'll eat a bit before drinking.
Thought you guys might have had a chapter of mischief at Pirates Ally in the French Quarter. Or finding you drinking at Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop.


https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lafitte's_Blacksmith_Shop#/media/File:LafittesCarriage1May2004.jpg

TC!!!! Thanks for coming to the party! Have some food. Make yourself comfy. Can we get you a drink?

The Captain and his girl will have to plan to visit the French Quarter when they​ arrive in the New World....:D :heart:

Maybe you would know someone who would show them around?
 
I was tempted to insert a corny pirate impression, but I'll resist :D. There's some very tempting food on display since I was last here :).
 
Sea Fever

by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.




As read by the poet himself <<< CLICK HERE


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