Relays be tough when ye only have one leg

Aye, I got talked into (hijacked fer) another relay.

It be Hood t' Coast time agin 'n me team needed me assistance. Luckily it be me navigation skills an' not me runn'n talent they needed. 197 miles on a peg leg be no fun.

Obviously since I be in charge o' navigation I got th' best seat in th' van. Not just fer th' view, but also upwind from th' smelly runners.


Cap'n Marauder Mike - stay t' th' starboard here.

Seriously, th' relay be a lot o' fun (mostly on accoun' o' I wasn`t running).

Th' accomodations could have b'n better though. I like th' trips whar we stay in th' fancy hotels much better.

Back off ye landlubber! - Cap'n Marauder Mike be still in here.

By th' end o' th' weekend tho Cap`n Marauder Mike be a wee bit cranky. Arr he thought he knew whar he was goin' 'n' didn't appreciate me navigation assistance any more.

Wait till he finds out I set th' voice on his GPS t' "Swashbuckler".

"Hard-a-port Matey, in one half mile! Arrrr!"

The Legacy of Pirate Bob

Poor ol' Pirate Bob. He was actually a big fat chicken 'n th' thought 'o sailin' on th' ocean scared th' bejeezus out 'o him.

This creek was th' only place whar he was brave to set sail.

Run Fer Yer Lives !!!

Giant seagulls be attackin' from outer space !!!

Finally the rest of me voyage to Mexico

Sorry I didn't get back sooner to be tellin' more 'bout me trip to Mexico, but I`ve been out huntin' th' elusive Pacific Northwest Summer. Someone stole it 'n I had to find it. 'tis now arrived 'n made a late but grand entrance so I'll get back to th' tale 'o me trip to Mexico.

As I said before, 'tis trip was not all a ruckas 'n games. thar was adventure ('tis BE th' "Adventures 'o Pirate Bendy" after all) 'n dangers to be faced.

It all looks so peaceful 'n relaxin', but be careful whar ye be off swimmin'.

Crocodiles tend to be fond 'o a pirate midday meal special.

And a simple stroll into town seems innocent enough. Th' coconut palms be pretty an' a nice coconut could be handy if a buccanneer be thirsty fer a pina colada.

But then, th' coconut palms attack without warnin'.

I had a headache fer days.


I wanted to sleep it off, but th' "one size fits all" hammock was a wee bit problematic.

'Twas Work Related Travel

 Why did I go t' Mexico ye ask? 'Twas work related travel.

It wasn't all fun 'an games. Although ye don't often get th' chance t' watch Flamingos play golf.

OK so part 'o it be fun an' games (an' grog).

I really went thar fer a couple o' reasons.





I had t' scout some new spots t' hide loot.

Most importantly, tho I needed t' restock th' cannonball supply room.

Ya scurvy dog!

Ships? We don't need no stinkin' ships!

Fer me last trip, me crew convinced me t' try a different form o' transportation.

I thought th' captains quarters be pretty nice, but First Class pretty much rocks.

Th' view be pretty good from up here.

Mexico in February definitely has better weather than Oregon.

Whaddya mean th' return ticket t'ain't `exactly` first class??

Ya horn swogglin' landlubberss!

Shore Leave be over. Time to plan a voyage.

Avast me hearties, me long shore leave be about t' come t' an end. Enough wit' th' lollygaggin' around fer th' winter. 'tis time t' hit th' road fer more adventures.

Th' question be where? I consulted a few mateys.

CowDog didn' really care as long as he gets t' go along.



Don't be tellin' CowDog, but I be not sure he's goin' along on accoun' o' when he gets wet,

well . . . lets say thar`s not room fer a barn sized cowdoghouse on me ship.







Howie thought pretty much anyplace would be fun. Howie thinks everythin' be fun.

Phoebe's response was I don't care where ye go jus' go 'n take Howie wit' ye. Th' sooner th' better. 'n don't even get me started about that dog.

So I still haven't decided where I be headed, but I'll be settin' sail soon.