Feast Of St. Erasmus
Part III
Waal, I did say there’d be a third part o’ this story, didn’ I?
Hay-lo? PIRATE.
Ah lied.
Waal ah didn’ so much LIE as ah did sorta stretch the truth a bit. Yeah, there’s a third part o’ the story. But it ain’t mine to tell ‘cuz it ain’t been written yet.
Y’see… or maybe y’don’t, since y’don’t know… all that loot? An’ all those crews? An’ all those people? An’ all that fightin’? An’ the artsy-fartsy stuff? An’ trick arrow shootin;? An’ somethin’ like fifty prizes ta be won?
All o’ that, an’ more, is here naw. In jus’ a few days. At ther feast of saint erasmuz.
I mean the FIGHT’N of Saint Erasmus.
Waal okay…he’s a saint an’ he dern’t fight much. But I guarantee, if’n there’d been as much LOOT lyin’ around, it’d have tempted a saint ter grab what he could, whuther he’s a saint or no.
So I ain’t got a lot more ter tell. Get yer lazy butts up from this here fire, since it’s mine anyhows, and drag yer carcases ter the best shindig, whingding, hootenanny, grubfest, hangout, hanging… waal maybe not ser much hangin’s.
Feast of Saint Erasmus. Otherwize known az Saint Elmo’s Firey Butt.
Ya heerd it here first. An’ ah guess ah got nuttin’ left ter say aboot it.