The Adventures of Bode and Remy Part Two
Aye matie!
I am a wild one!
Going crazy! Swabbin’ the decks and spyin’ out teh crow’s nest, boy.
What are you doing? Why are you talking like that? We are
writing to our boy. Show some respect!
Argh! I’m a pirate now!
No, no. Just no. You are not a pirate. You are a brat.
There’s a difference.
Argh! No brats on this ship! I got
me skull and bones. Mostly bones. Wiff peanut butter inside.
I didn’t know pirates ate peanut butter.
Aye, that they do. Wiff teh bones.
Ok, this is ridiculous. You are not a pirate. Now let’s tell
our boy what’s been going on. Dear boy, you will be happy to know that on watch
last night, I cornered a squirrel –
Argh! That fookin’ skwerl! Almost
had him, I did.
Yes, I was getting to that. So, I had him cornered. Er, well
that is to say, I had him stuck in the tree –
Treenered!
That isn’t even a word, Remy.
No remy! you landlubber! Call me
cap’n crunch!
I am not calling you Cap’n Crunch. You aren’t a pirate.
Besides, that name has already been taken.
… captain cave man! Captain
caaaaaaaaaaaaaave maaaaaaan!!!
NO.
Captain jean-luc picard?
I am impressed you could say that,
but no.
Captain America? Captain fantastic?
Captain marvel?
No, no and no.
Sir remalot, master of all he
surveys and conquerer of all teh sweet lassies in teh green fields over yonder?
Sir Remalot? I thought you were a
pirate? That’s a knight’s name. As for the lassies, you better not be referring
to Bella.
Aye, mate. Tis true. We’re in
lurve.
You are not in love. She could not
love you. I have been slowly wooing her for the past three years.
Aye, if you call whimpering sadly
at teh sound of her name with yer tail between yer legs “wooing”, then aye.
She’s “wooed.”
Quiet, you. She’s a work in progress.
Aye, progressively working her way
to me, that is.
Will you hush? Look at this?! We’re
supposed to be writing the boy, encouraging him to greatness. And instead
you’ve wasted all the paper with this nonsense. We only have a bit left!
Argh, me boy! Tis me , sir remalot,
master of all he surveys and conquerer of wee bonnie lassies in teh green
fields over teh rainbow by me pot o’ gold!
Did you just go Irish? Sigh. Dear
boy, we love you and miss you. Nothing has changed while you’ve been gone. We
will be right here when you get back.
Many
licks,
Bode
And sir remalot!
p.s. captain morgan! I coulda been captain morgan! Fergot that
one.