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Willie Nelson in the crow's nest. That is, possibly, the most genius thing I've ever heard. He'd so spot those ninjas from a mile off, then write a kick-ass tune on his guitar, then smoke a spliff, down some grog, and be ready to kick their asses while serenading them with his latest chart-topper. While Cash just stands on the deck, as the waves of his piratitude knock the wannabe-boarder ninjas down to the sea. Where the kraken, who're in league with the pirates, come up and visit some sushi-style revenge on the entire ninja crew, high-fiving (with tentacles and hooks) the pirates, sharing the equivalent of an "arrr" with them, via their beaks.
Yeah, that would be fuckin' sweet. The Pirate Ship Opry. Fuckin' rock.
Oh, and you would so never see pirate mothers doing bake-sales. Knocking over an off-licence, yes, but a bake-sale? Get real. |
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