“Arrr, Polly! Aye be sendin’ ye down to Davey Jones’ Locker, aye be!” – Cap’n Salty Smirk
If truth be told, my Mom, is, was and always has been an old salt … the notorious pirate, Cap’n Salty Smirk.
And, from the looks of her salty smirk, she’s right up there with Anne Bonny and Mary Read!
She could carve out a skull and crossbones on the behinds of Johnny Depp and Keith Richards with her cutlass, and ruffle the feathers of her pet parrot, Polly, to boot.
I mean, my 94 year old mom is one mean pirate machine. Wherever she goes, it’s sure to be an adventure waiting to happen.
And, it’s no telling what Cap’n Salty Smirk & Polly’s next adventure will be!
Now It’s Your Turn at the Wheel, Me Hearties!
This is where I’m handing my blog over to you, matey, because I believe this picture of Mom is worth a thousand words … your words, not mine. In fact, I call her picture a treasure chest waiting to be pried open … not just any treasure chest, but the motherload!
So, my challenge is for you to make up a pirate’s tale using Mom’s picture as your inspiration. Give it a beginning, middle and end and then post it as a comment.
I’ll share your yarns and figure out some way to pick a winner (Peoples Choice, Mom’s Pick, Polly’s Pick, Davey Jones’ Pick, etc.).
Enter the Cap’n Salty Smirk & Polly Contest, and/or pass it along to someone you know is a great tall tale teller.
What are the rules?
There are no rules. After all … we’re pirates!
Godspeed!
Yo Ho, my friends I have a tale
Of treasure, plunder, swashbucklin’ and sail
My story’s bigger than a whale
It gets so deep, ye’ll have to bail.Chorus
I’m Cap’n Salty Smirk! That I be!
I sail me ship upon the sea!
I stay up late – till half past three!
And that’s a peg below me knee!
My 91 Year Old Mom 