Captain's Log --Day 1

Day 694, 03:08 • Published in Germany Germany • by duchess

Ahoy Mateys!

Cap'n D here. I noticed I been gettin' lots o' letters of late, askin' me the same kinds o' questions. "What is yer party all about? What are yer guidelines? I'm a Pirate, now what?"

Instead o' me wastin' precious time, answerin' each n' every letter, I decided in me infinite wisdom to use the time now, when the sea is calm and the winds be fair, ta send out a public answer to these questions. Hopefully it saves me crew from bringin' me yer letters and fillin' up me inbox (They got other work ta do, like scrubbin tha decks!)

"What's yer party all about?"

Look at tha name, ye landlubber! We're the Pirate Party! We stand fer freedom ta roam whereever tha wind takes us, the courage to set sail fer new harbors, and most of all doin' what we want, when we want ta, regardless of what the rest o' the eWorld thinks

"What are yer guidelines?"

Pirates live by tha code, matey. Many think we ain't got any rules, but there are few and if ye break 'em, expect to be hangin from the mizzenmast as chow fer the seagulls!

1. Always listen to yer captain. No matter what ship ye be on, yer captain is yer king (or queen), emperor, and god all in one. Captain's rules are to be obyed.

...except in cases o' mutiny. If yer captain's a lily-livered scalawag swab, then toss his arse overboard. The sharks will be thankin' ye.

2. Yer crew is yer crew. As Captain of this here ship, I expect each YAAP crewmate to help each other out. Or else ye'll answer ta me, ye grog-snarfing blowfish!

"I'm a Pirate, now what?"

Ye get on yer knees and thank whatever it be ye look to that yer a Pirate! In this crazy, mixed up eWorld, there ain't nothin' greater ta be. So cast off yer lines, set sail, and plunder, loot, pillage and make yer captain proud.

I must be comin' to an end. It seems there be some ships that don't realize they be trespassin' in YAAP waters!

Smooth sailin'

Captain D.