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Ahoy, Mateys! Let’s talk about the Van Dyke. No, not Dick. (Yes, me hearties, the Cap’n is dating himself with that here reference. The Cap’n remembers Dick van Dyke and walking to school barefoot in the snow uphill both ways.)
Ahoy, Mateys! ‘Tis the season… the cold one. Winter be upon us. If ye have a beard and live in a not-so-temperate zone yer a lucky pirate, cause yer beard will keep ye warm. I’ve even heard swashbucklers swear up
Ahoy, Mateys! Happy New Year! Can ye believe it’s already 2017? Where has the time gone? The Cap’n still thinks it’s 1817. But here we are. In yet another new year. What, oh swashy swashbuckler, oh rascally rascal, does it
Ahoy, Mateys! ‘Tis the season. The season when every pirate and their grandmother writes about the past year. The highs. The lows. The never-forgets as well as the forget-it-quickly-if-ye-wanna-keep-yer-sanity. So as not to be outdone by some landlubbers, we thought
Ahoy, Mateys! We’re in the midst of the holiday season and ye may wonder how you, as a bearded pirate, should conduct the upcoming festivities. It’s a time of caroling, dancing, and drinking. And we’re good at one of those
Ahoy, Mateys! ‘Tis the season. And right about now ye might be looking for that perfect gift for yer best asset. That would be yer beard, of course. (My beard’s got its own stocking hangin’ in my vessel’s cabin.) What
