Argh! A fine mess a' comments dis here arteecal has wracked up.

~Zoo

Arrgg! A new Matie! He be good for countin da gold Cap'n! Make him the ship's purser, and 'and 'im a mop!

Aarrgghh, now us've got rid o' lil Johnny, tha mis'rable lit'tle bugger 'e wos, thar be some celebrat'n n' some fun ta be 'ad in these 'ere wat'rs down under....a bit o' shore leave n' R n' R afore us sets sail fer Stardock.

Now do us git right back ta work straight away? Or do us git t' a bit o' revellin'??? I says us git in tha longboats n' us misbe'aves ashore fer a bit . 'Ow says ye???

A gud'un? We be swabbin the decks for the Capn who is a neat freak!

But as long as we be busy at it, you have a great year yeself!

Ye know, I checked, and this old tub ave been sailin for a year and a half now. Will we ever be gettin to that stardock cap'n? This may not be the biggest tub onna sea, but it sure seems to be the longest sailin one.

And an in and out box.

Aye, tat it is. And it be a grand one.

Will this 'ere bucket 'o' bolts ever get out of 't dry dock? T'old timbers aint bin shivered in a while, arrr

Well, when us gits some new swabs... er, crew members ta 'oist that sails, I certainly 'opes us'll be back on tha 'igh seas real soon. I were rather 'opin' Killajosh, Rickalot n' that thar 2 o'3 might've come aboard of their own accord... but it be lookin' more n' more like us'll 'ave ter git tha press gang ter go n' fetch 'em.

I 'ears that thar kitty malone cooks up a luverly cake, so p'raps us can persuade 'er ta come aboard as well. In fact, I reckuns she'd swing a pretty mean cat o' nine as well, so her'd be tha perfect replacement fer Mistress Jennifer when some o' these scurvy swabs gits outta hand.

Gid...ye'd love tha orders I'd 'ave in mind. Thass why I wants ter git some swabs aboard ta do all tha dirty work while us pleasure ourselves... mebbe some o' tha willin' wenches as well.

Besides, us can't 'ave them thar finely tuned technical 'ands o' yers swabbin' decks anyhow... if'n us don't 'ave 'e using them fine n' delicate fingers o' yers ta tickle tha ivories on tha pianie in tha mess, us'll 'ave ter git ye 'elping with them thar brassiere clasps most of us 'aves troubles wiv undoin'

Aaarrghhh... cap'n n' mrs starkers be on tha move agin.... we be movin' our home port to annuver cos tha gov'ner o' this un be a sellin' of it.

Not ta worry, tho...us 'ave found us annuver place wot is more better than this un... it be real modern, like. Didn't notice if it 'ad one o' them 'lectric dishwashers or not, but it don't matter if not... us 'aves rubber gloves and tha squirt be arrivin' from Tasmanier fer a while on Tuesday. Well ain't that wot ye 'aves growed up kids fer... puttin' 'em ta work fer 'e in yer old age!

Yes, it is all happening rather quickly... we found a place on day 2 of looking and were approved as tenants on day 3, so it's all good. Our rent here is paid up 'til Feb 2nd, so we have until then to vacate, which means we have time and do not have to rush things, as is often/usually the case.

At least this move won't be 3,500 miles like the last one, we'll be in the same suburb about 5 minutes away... and this time I have 4 strapping nephews to help me with the heavy stuff, while the ladies (and the quirt ) pitch in with the cleaning and etc.

We'll take some pics to post here once we're settled in.... however, I have some work to do now and I'll drop in later.

Yea, us 'ave scored ourselfs a nice new abode ta call home port... a place ta rest me weary ol' sea bones... 'ave 'igh tea n' cucumber sandwiches on tha patio.

Can't quite sail tha 'Sister' up t' tha front door - nor the back un if'n tha guvner's men be layin' in wait 'round tha main entrance - but it be but a short ride t' tha 'arber in one o' them thar car contrapshuns.

Wot be that ye be sayin' of thar, Doc??? Soft, ye says?? Not I... by tha time tha bread gits 'ere from tha bakery, it be that stale ye could break yer nashers on it.

An' don't git t' thinkin' it be all cosy n' comfortable, tha patio furniture be fashioned from an old bed o' nails.