Wanted Pirate WEnch must have tight corset, fine booty and impressive treasure chest, be able to clean, cook and sew, look after me cannon and balls like looting drinking digging for treasure .. mUst have ship and loot.. Please picture of ship and loot. “As to hanging, it is no great hardship. For were it not for that, every cowardly fellow would turn pirate and so unfit the sea, that men of courage must starve.”
A jewel tale of a pirate
I was to meet the raiders in a Cafe Shi. In the port of Ping. The year was around 1680 something. To be honest. I sort of lost count of years. When you are into smuggling items. From Korea, to Japan, to China and elsewhere to avoid the cursed tariffs of empires and nations. Well, knowing the year means knowing what laws and regulations are being brought up. Why cause undo concern when any of the items meant the death penalty?
Cafe Shi was a tea shop with some of the best fine wines in all of small China. Small China a go between the port side of a town and well the town itself. The raiders had promised a chance at something big.
Being unemployable and unemployed at the present time. I thought it would be best to try something with a big prize.
In walks the Claw. I knew him when he was younger. That I had employed him to smuggle goods for a time made me smile.
The Claw was a legend these days. Sort of like I was a time ago. The Claw had taken possession of a fleet of trading ships. How? The rumor was he trapped them, boarded them, and slaughtered everyone on board. What a comic. The reality of the whole entire fleets crew. Well, they were all bribed. Because of the paymaster of. the owner of the fleet being a skinflint. Only paying less than going wages. The whole fleet’s crew absconded with the trading merchandise and ships.
The Claw was the one that thought up the plan. He even hired only those willing to go along with the plan to make sure no one got hurt but the corporations.
The deal happened, and they let the world know the Claw had slaughtered the whole crew. Which I heard had instead of returning to Europe went on a vacation to South America.
So the Claw spoke. His speech was interesting. The prize was something I had heard about a long time ago by another legend. Some sort of a jewel from a legendary myth country called Crimea. The jewel and other treasure were in the possession of a noble. How or why this noble had let the Claw know about the jewel was beyond me.
However, the jewel was some sort of a magical device that could do things to a man’s mind if the legend be truthful. So the plan was to raid a floating houseboat on an inland sea in central China.
The jewel kept there because of the guardian. Here the Claw must be joshing or joking, a guardian dragon. Now I knew dragons. I had fought one with the Claw when he was still young. To fight one on a house boat might be interesting.
I was to meet the raiders in a Cafe Shi. In the port of Ping. The year was around 1680 something. To be honest. I sort of lost count of years. When you are into smuggling items. From Korea, to Japan, to China and elsewhere to avoid cursed tariffs of empires and nations. Well, knowing the year means knowing what laws and regulations are being brought up. Why cause undo concern when any of the items meant the death penalty?
Meaning? A name is only as good as the next adventure and to live in a moment and die with merit or a wonderful story? What more I could ask for? We were not afraid of much. Maybe wizards of time or a woman with too much time on her hands.
So I shook my hand with the Claw who, when he noticed, laughed with me. And said it was great to be back in such low places. And that we should get some more wine and talk about old friends and places.
The conversation went like the Claw telling me this story.
There once was a great pirate before Romans, and they established any countries in Europe. He would raid an island where the treasures were according to myth from out of this world. The original Atlantis story claiming that they came from an unfamiliar world.
There the Atlantis lived afraid of this pirate until they built the Talons. A sort of statue that walked the island, protecting the island from pirates.
Well, that did not sit well with this pirate of legends. So in the middle of a flotilla of ships he disguised his ship and crew. The pirate went right with their great trade ships and out with. Well, according to the Claw, the crown jewel of some wizard of time or not.
The jewel was a portal stone or time stone. The Claw kept on excitedly how with the stone one could go places in time and what not.
Me? I had had a pearl once upon a tale. So I was interested, and so the plan was laid out.
The nobleman was to be called away to the capitol city by a bribe the Claw had provided an authority. Seems corruption was everywhere these days.
Once gone evidently the boat house only protection was a dragon. Now, the last dragon that the Claw and I had encountered was a long time ago. That we accidently shoot it with a cannon at point blank range was well. Complete happen stance and luck.
This time luck had to be just right. We set the date. The plan was laid that both smoke and other bombs. They would be used to enter the house boat. Blind the dragon. Then secure the jewel. A classic switch in a fast heist with a phony jewel to replace the real one. And out we go. With no pursuit. Because why waste a chance of someone coming back to steal something if nothing was stolen?
So there was me, Ender the pirate, the Claw, and my crew. My crew is not normal. Let us just say we are misfits from Christmas isle and let that make your imagination work.
My first mate looked like a squirrel and acted like one too. He was given the fake jewel and instructions on what room the jewel was in.
My cook sort of looked like a bear. And his sole job this time around was to throw smoke bombs as fast as he could. Given the signal once the first mate was in a position to enter the house boat.
Me and the Claw were to address the dragon personally. I thought this over in reflection and some plans are stupid. Only one reflected on them, but at the time of implementation. Life is merit or nothing else.
So the day came. The nobleman rode off to the capitol. We were in place. The first mate had climbed to a window just above the treasure room.
The signal went. The cook started throwing smoke bombs. Everything seemed to go great.
Just then the Claw and I meet a woman where I was expecting a dragon.
Now I had prepared live bombs for the occasion. There I was in a kind of pickle having a fuse lit in one hand with a bomb and well a woman. Who instead of crying or anything seemed to know the Claw.
And looking at the Claw? Well, I could see he knew her. The Claw was in love. Great.
Storming a houseboat with a dragon and some woman. And then the Claw starts talking, waving me away. No dragon appeared. I was wondering what or if the jewel was actually here.
Then the woman transformed into a white dragon. Wildly unexpected by me.
The dragon pounced on the Claw. Who only waved at me yet again. I wondered what to do. Throwing a live bomb at a friend is not something I would consider. In yet, the dragon was or looked like she would eat him.
The cook had stopped throwing smoke bombs. This indicated in the plan that my first mate was out.
So I tried to get the Claw away from her. But instead of letting me pull him away. He waved me goodbye. The love sick fool was in love with a dragon.
So I got out of there. My first mate with the jewel in hand. So my first mate, Cook, and I went away. That was not the last I heard of the Claw. However, the jewel of time was something else to behold and what stories could be told.
As for the Claw? I heard that he and the dragon ran away together. Something dealing with her obligation of guarding the jewel was no longer valid with no jewel to guard. As for the nobleman? I keep tabs on his family for the jewel? However maybe the fake one is all they needed for they do not appear to be missing anything.
Well, being time traveling pirates is something to keep a journal on.
Ender the pirate was sailing through the ocean with his crew of three when he met Michelle running away from being a full time mommy. She was tired of doing this is this and that is that and wanted to sail through the ocean carefree. She could sing and sing some shanty songs of pirates and treasure and isle where drinking could be done without remorse. The sadness was life as a pirate was really boring. Yes I know all the stories. You ever spent months on a ship only to take a prize fishing boat with three fish and the boat?
Think hundreds of ships and only Capt’f Flint ever got any treasure and then instead of spending it he buried it on some island?
Come now laugh with me. Michelle after getting drunk three days straight was put to mopping the ship floors. Then into the kitchen. She was living hell. Was she happy at first. She was happy as the drunk shrunk. However, after four weeks at sea and nothing of any treasure at hand. She too began to worry about why or how people lived as pirates.
On the fifth week she tried to mutiny with three other crew members. For that the captain put all four of them on an island in the middle of nowhere. Declared Michelle Queen Michelle of this island and left.
I can still hear her screaming. Then singing I am a queen that I am a pirate queen. And then? I think I could hear her tell her subject to mop the deck. Which was odd for the island was made totally of sand.
Ender the pirate wandering lost in Tokyo after midnight. Lets face reality. Being time traveler at times he sucked at directions and some how got lost on a street.
He wandered into what looked like a diner. To find out it was actually called the Midnight Diner opened midnight to seven in the morning was wild.
There he watched and listed. The stories told there were even more interesting than he recalled them from. Where actually? His memories.. Searching them he recalled a time when a person was talking about a window and a box that showed. What was he told. Ah, yes dramas. However, his thoughts went back to the storyteller. Someone who was and was not. A person with a soul who had been vomited out of heaven. So few good souls left.
The storyteller told of the box window that showed entertainment. Something called Netflix.
The storyteller told wonderful retold stories of what was the program? Ah yes. How silly of the time traveler or Ender to forget. The Midnight Diner. To see all the stories combined was something. Porn stars, movies stars, strippers, food critics, a wandering musician, and many more tales that made his heart cry. The traveler was suddenly sad. The realization that all this was a past that had died out a long time ago made his conclusions to their stories even worse. His bitter tales and sorrows listening was wild. If you ever like to read a good book.. Ender would recommend Midnight Diner on that magical box window of drama where ever Netflix is in Spacetime..
Adventure reading is a life on its own
Dreaming of ships fighting in space or at sea
Vivid books storytelling a venture is insane
Eternity written across the universe of books
Need a memory live within an adventure in a tale
Time is nothing for those that read
Until one realizes time has passed by
Reality is nothing compared to space divided by light cubed
Eternity is the book of life written within a book
Reading pirate stories is a truth
Eternity, a storyteller’s dream
A memory in time
Dreaming about a story told for eternity
I live as a pirate throughout time
Ender the pirate survived the reality of the times. And thought he should have stayed where? Inside his mind. For the outside of his mind he was watching the time of tribulation brought about by mankind. A sickness dread fell over Ender. To realize all this was a man made attempt to fight heaven coming. Space Force against heaven? Let alone do they not have the legends of old. Those in the know lost their minds because they had been stolen a long time ago with project Montauk. And? It was the way of an ending of things I suppose. To realize that each soul has a place. One in the book of life. One in the book of judgment. That was what John von Neumann wrote about on his final paper 5.7 billion years into a future that never happened here. Why? That future is dead. This too is dead. To realize all this is an illusion is sort of an awful mess. BELIEVE in Christ. In yet all the people here are dead already according to closed time curved loop reality. SO? Meaning I walk through the valley of death and fear evil? No I will flee evil. Who wants to rule in hell for a moment when there is a next level to this game and there? I find this part funny. The game is the game of thrones. I once or twice was a king maker.. And now? Those who feared who I knew no longer even remember why they feared those I knew.. Which is an oddity. Did they lose their power? I attempted to ask once. That was a dreadful mistake. Who are you? I am me. I am Clint, I am Clinton, I and Clinton R. Siegel- That did not go so well. In the end? What can a pirate do other then watch in amazement as some people thinking that 400 years of technology hidden in the patent office can help save humanity from heaven? Does it? That is the trick of time. It did in a past. The mirror realities did exist. And now? Laughter my soul hurts I know someone or something that makes this an more interesting story. Still rates only in the top 3. And now reality is just a question in my mind.
Secrets of Orion
There are secrets and then there are secrets. Some of them are known. Like hearing in November 2015 that more emails were discovered about Hillary Clinton's email server filled with classified emails. Some, however, are hushed up much better. This is one of those stories.
Working on the Orion program was fun. Meeting people that were building the future spacecraft to go to the asteroid belt was intense. The program continued to have problems both politically and technically. The technical issue was a female engineer whose quality inspection of safety to the parachute system cost an additional fifty-five million dollars to show that the mathematics of her probability would never come true.
On one of the many teleconference that I had to listen into the inspector started yelling and screaming that math does not prove anything.
Myself, I was curious enough to open the document which was a probability statement. The charges to fire the parachute had to malfunction than the door would have to hit the parachute line not once but eight times. The end summary was a one in 32 million chance that all eight charges would goof at once hitting the eight lines attaching the parachute causing a fatality. The math was simple enough for me to understand. So I interrupted the teleconference being only an analyst person new and tired of hearing a woman screaming about a probability. My question was pretty simple. Which part of the math statement in the equation did she not agree with. Silence on the phone. She did not reply. Her comment after a time was to inquire who asked the question and what right did I have to request it. I responded who I was and silence. Someone was laughing; I think they, though they were on mute. The woman just was silent. The meeting continued in a different direction.
Since I had to present on my information at the end of the meeting, I was quick and precession on detail on my topic. The meeting ended, and I stayed online to finish off the minutes. I had not cut off the conference call when I heard two of the NASA team members talk.
“Anyone on?” a voice said over the phone. I tried to get my mute button off, but the headset and paperwork on my desk got in my way. The tone - laughter "Well that was an unexpected meeting," said a person. "Yes, I thought (name of the woman) was going to explode," said the other. "Who is Clinton?" I was not sure, which asked the question. "He took over for Shirley." "Well, he is trying to do his job and keep the program on schedule."
"Yes, I wonder if no one has told him we are punting the program until 2021." "What? Why?" "Unofficially technical problems. The whole program is going to be oil canned for two or three years. After that it will be brought back. By that time, the government will announce that they have been contacted by aliens."
This conversation took place so fast that by the time I got the mute button off that was what I had heard. "Forgive, me," I said with that the conference call talker's hung up. I finished my notes from the meeting and sent them out and checked out. https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1028821190671220736...
To realize that this is not the only end.. https://endertalon.blogspot.com/.../to-awake-in-different...
To realize life is but a game. A Talon Tale
There are uncommon forms of perseverance. I grew up in an area where 23 percent of the classmates in high school did not graduate. From there I went to university. Again perseverance paid off and out of a class of 90 was part of the 43 graduating with a degree. Entering a great recession. Which took all the positions I was working for and moved their research overseas. I worked where I could perseverance I worked outside in the elements for a year. I worked Peace Corps for a time. I worked as a consultant for this corporation and that corporation. I kept on working. My resume shows something like ten locations and several promotions. So I persevered to try yet again. The last corporation got rid of me, so I ended up as a freelancer.
Perseverance is all in the mind. How long can Perseverance happen until one decides this is just not for me? I kept on trying. I kept on working. I had a family to support. My responsibility to keep on trying to improve and grow.
This perseverance took place during the corporation downsizing me. For what purpose? Because people are unique. Doctors say I was diabetic, and that caused necrotizing fasciitis. The incidents since June I went into the ICU and they kept me for seven days. Letting me go July 3rd, they assigned a nurse for home care. At 8 PM she showed up and gave me 15 dollars for a taxi ride to the ER.
Around 1 AM in the night. They awoke me from a drugged sleep and said sign this, and within two days I awoke with all the skin gone from my ankle. Kind of wild. First time I fainted, I believe. They did not tell me anything until I awoke The nurse came in, did not say much and started removing the gaze. To the bone. Wild to see the bone of your ankle and well, I was not prepared for that. I fainted.
A few weeks later, my company laid me off. Wonderful. So I got better and went to work in an unfamiliar state. Only to have my foot die. During this time I had to pay for Obamacare. The insurance did not pay for much. Meaning on the weekend I had to fly home. The insurance did not cover out-of-state work. I got there from the airport, wanted to ambulance me to the hospital. I said no thanks. The last insurance forced me to pay 6,000 out of pocket for a seven mile ride. I got to the hospital on my own. Oh, you are okay. Around 3 AM they awoke me to sign this. Matter of life and death. Signed it. Three days later I awoke without a foot. At least this time I did not faint. I was kind of unsure what to do.
So without a job again, and the insurance sucked, I tried to get help. I did more paperwork than most people do in their entry lives within a few weeks. Still no help.
Eight months and almost all my 401k spent, I was thinking I would go back to work. The US government was slow in processing everything. I think they just wanted me to die. Personally, I thought I was dead already.
Finally, after nine months later. They accepted that I was partially blind, partially deaf, without a foot. And mentally, I was a person of interest.
With that, I thought life would have changed. Instead, Obamacare wanted almost all the disability coverage. I could not eat if I paid for the insurance and my medicine. So I took a hike. The hike included a ride in a plane. By this time I had borrowed 11k which I am still paying back from a family member and got a foot with Winnie the Pooh on it.
Now the hike required a plane ride. So I was in shorts with a patch on one eye, seated with a Winnie the Pooh left foot.
This boy comes up and stares. I talk with him. He asks what happens? Now I had already gotten used to people not liking my zombie story. No one wants to hear a person was the living dead for 21 days.
So his mother came up, and I asked her, do you want the truth or a tall tale? She looked kind of like what is going on. Lets be honest, I sort of look like a lost teddy bear pirate. I said a tall tale it is. I point to my wife, who is coming over from the airplane gate. I say she and I were snowmobiling in Yellowstone. She fell off and was telling me in a rather loud voice that I do not know how to drive. She woke up a bear. I got her into the tree and well. I got up there, but the bear scratched me. So I have long socks on and I pull the right ankle down. The boy’s eyes grow in wonder. What about the foot?
Oh, a few months later I was pushing a boat into the water. When a drug lord of Salt Lake City let his pet shark into the Great Salt Lake. Well, I saw it going after my wife again and got her out, but the shark, well it got my foot. I push a button and my foot drops off.
A little taken back, my wife comes to assure his mother that is not the truth. And the eye? You ever watch The Three Stooges? Well, beware of playing that game with your wife. The plane was calling for boarding, and I left with a wave. I believe I heard the boy say to his mother; I don’t want to play with girls anymore. Life is wild. Now I am following other western outlaws. I amin La Paz, Bolivia watching from all my speculation the end of the worlds. Yes plural.
Perseverance throughout this story, I ended up in La Paz, Bolivia. There I lived for a time as a blind person. My eyesight totally seen in blood. I think I expect to see what is going to happen next. Why? I expected a lot of outs in life. That this has been a blessing that I have survived this long makes me believe in a God. Personally, I would like to see again and realize that this. All of this is just some illusion, and that I was or am learning a lesson. To preserve? Perhaps. I wonder about that word these days.
I know I have tried. I have failed yet again. The bible says a man will stand seven times. I wonder as a one footed, one-eyed person. These days if I have the fortitude to keep on learning whatever lesson I am supposed to have learned. And I also have the question is all this just some dream. Thanks for the dream. The people were lovely. The lesson I learned is to trust no one. For in truth even the person you believe is true. Is most likely not truthful. How truthful is this story? https://endertalon.blogspot.com/2020/08/an-end-of-time.html
Wanted Pirate WEnch must have tight corset, fine booty and impressive treasure chest, be able to clean, cook and sew, look after me cannon and balls like looting drinking digging for treasure .. mUst have ship and loot.. Please picture of ship and loot.
Ender laughter brought about a change in him. He sat down, opened his pack and found the goblet and three loaves of bread from the Bacchus. Wondering what to drink with the wish for wine. The goblet immediately filled his wish for wine. He broke bread and shared some with Alice, who seemed to have stopped singing and was now just entranced in a glass bottle with him.
Drinking a little Ender talked with Alice about their adventure. She laughed when she heard she had pushed him into the rabbit hole. A most beautiful laugh. Upon finishing the sound of that laughter, a tapping from outside the bottle came to their ears.
Looking around, Ender recognized a pixie from Bacchus’ wild party. Not this pixie, but that she was a pixie. And? She dressed like a pirate of all customs. Which made him even laugh.
She tried to pull the bottle out of the ocean, but to no avail. She then whistled. And from above, a dark shadow came flying down from not far away. Dressed as a pirate, too. The shadow somehow had physical substance and picked the bottle up and flew back to what was a ship? Not a vast ship, but a ship with the skull and crossbones flag flying atop it.
The shadow pulled the jacket off the top of the bottle and dumped Alice and Ender onto a table. Surrounded by? Well, a bear dressed like a cook, a squirrel that seemed to be more or less either a cabin boy or a first mate, and a raccoon of all creatures, along with the pixie all looking at Alice and Ender as one and half inch toys.
The pixie grabbed the goblet and drank it down like a frat boy on spring break. With that, Alice and Ender could understand her wild pixie language. “Who are you?” She asked. Alice not talking to anyone specifically said, ” Oh, no, not this again.” While Ender introduced himself as “Clinton R. Siegle, writer, explorer of worlds and writers of the multiverse.” Along with “And this is Alice.”
Now this made the pixie excited. From what Ender could hear. Evidently, in some port of call, Alice had a price on her head set by the Queen of hearts. The price? Who knows? It sounded like tarts or sweet cakes or something tasty.
The shadow pirate just shocked his head, showing there was a disagreement. Alice however heard all this and taking action ate some bread from her pocket and grew. A piece of the bread fell to the table and Ender picked it up rather fast.
She grew and grew. First to normal size then bigger for the ship started to be pushed down into the ocean and finally she stepped off and it looked like she was big enough that the entire ship was a tiny toy ship for her to pick up which she did and walked to a land mass where she set the ship down on land and then walked away into the distance as if she was a giant having forgotten about the ship and was thinking about doing something else.
Ender realized time to go. He grabbed his pack. And the pixie had dropped the goblet along with the goblet and slid down the bear’s fur to the floor and dashed to a hole the size of a small mouse. The pixie followed but had been distracted for before she realized he had escaped.
Into the hole Ender went and mysteriously there was a door to shut, which he did. Blocking it. He found himself trapped inside the pixies room aboard the ship. And according to the writings on some walls. Called the Black Skimmer.
Now, this has been an exciting day. And Ender was a bit nervous. Wondering where and what to do. Finally, he heard a knock on the door. There was a sort of port window facing the inside of the ship, so he looked out to see the pixie stamping her foot and knocking on the door like a madwoman.
Thinking he could handle a lone pixie, Ender unlocked the door, and she came in. “So, how rude we save you and the first thing you do is break into my room?” said the pixie. Ender being a pit more unnerved at that moment, apologies and asks her name. “My name is Wind.” Came her reply.
With that, Ender wished for more wine and offered her some. She again drank it down in one gulp like a drinking professional in some sort of drinking contest. And with that, they sat down to discuss their current state of affairs.
Ender listened as Wind said they were professional pirates out to raid Candy land no less for sweets and tarts. This made Ender laugh a bit, which seemed to make Wind look at him strangely.
Unexpectedly she kissed Ender, and just like under the sea Ender was in a blur for a time. Upon waking up, he found himself dressed as a pirate and his normal size again. The little pirate pixie flew by and whispered “Rico!” Into his ear and flew away to who knows where. Ender checked around and found that he had his pack, goblet, jacket, and bottle along with? A chest. Looking inside was a wonder. A chest full of either diamonds, rubies, and pearls. With a slight note that he figured he would have to either get a magnifying glass to read or shrink. Putting that into his now pirate coat. He discovered he had a dagger and sword too. Taking out the sword, it seemed nice. A claymore. Something big. And Ender was big so he could handle it. Taking out the dagger. Well, that surprised him. The dagger spoke “And who do you think you are?”
They made introductions. This time Ender introduced himself as the Claw, a pirate explorer and the dagger matter-of-factly stated “Brutus the slayer of Caesar.” which made Ender think he had lost his mind or found a mad dagger.
Wonderland? Why, yes I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land. A sort of between Oz and Kathmandu. However, on the Chinese side. Not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean. Few people realize that in England. The reader with the assumption that Alice was English. That small portals or wrap hole or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe leading to all sorts of places in the world and elsewhere. Any ways, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talk with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book. About a place that great Uncle Burton talked about during the night tea. Uncle Burton talked about how he and a madman. That made hats for a living. Once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught. The hat maker in one of Uncle Burton’s many tales. Was given the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure his real name but that he was a hat maker was for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by Uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey. There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which was stolen? The map that could take people cross time, space, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyais. Just where had the map come from? Who knows? However uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor at times pirate or cacique of Poyais. Had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela. At times one had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey at times tell tales and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said the ship was bound to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some high official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils to be spent. Anyway where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway a twinkle in my eye I am not there any more. Humor a map. Yes yes that was where this story was supposed to go. AH, yes. After some wine. Let me see. Getting back to the map of the universe, Wonderland, Sir Barton, Pirate known as MacGregor, and well the rabbit that stole the map of the universe. Where was I? ah, yes. Uncle Burton or Sir Barton the man was everywhere in 1800s he lived a charmed life. He and Mr. MacGregor meet off the coast of India. General Pirate MacGregor had the map with him and was on an expedition to Nepal. The idea of gaining more investors for his territory in Venezuela required that he have something special. The map indicated a gold statue which MacGregor had promised one of his investors. Sir Burton was not Sir at this time. He was a young man in I believe he said he was it the 15th or 18th Bombay Native Infantry based in Gujarat and under the command of General Charles James Napie. Anyway Uncle Burton was one of the few learned white men that was interested in languages and learned oh gosh lots according to Uncle Burton.
I think a short list was a proficient speaker of Hindustani, Gujarati, Punjabi, Sindhi, Saraiki and Marathi as well as Persian and Arabic. Anyway, Mr. MacGregor arrived in India aboard a steamship and was lost looking for someone to help with languages in Bombay. The two meet er per Uncle Burton at a brothel. At this time, Mr. MacGregor was calling himself Cazique of Poyais. In layman’s term, a chief of a South American country to which he was selling land, and other items to any would be an investor. The two meet over a woman. She introduced Uncle Burton to Cazique of Poyais in English. Because she had listened to Mr. MacGregor tale and thought that Uncle Burton could help. Any ways Mr.MacGregor vice general of the Venezuela army over a drink told this story. He was in a battle with some locals in Caracas. A cannon ball had bounced and hit right under him while he was reviewing an old map he had liberated as a pirate from a priest or cardinal. The cannon ball had exploded, and when he had awoke, he was in Bombay of all places. He had served her Majesty for a few years and recognized the city from stories he heard during service. Well, he had folded up his map and found that he had some loose coins. Stumbling into a local house of ill repute, he had meet the lady which had introduced the Uncle Burton. In short order, the two had made plans to follow the map. That changed daily to a shrine where Oro in Spanish was spelled out on mountain claiming to border India and China. The weird part was that the map would change at times. And the outline of England with territories named Oz, Never-land and other lands unknown in the 1840s were shown. Anyway, Uncle Burton, Division general MacGregor outfitted a small team to remove said statue of gold for financial gains. The team comprised two others, a mule, and supplies. They set out in 1945 or 1956 depending on which reality you would count the years in. They crossed the mountain range. One night while sleeping near a lake. Some bodies as Uncle Burton would described them snatched one of the two mule handlers. His description that one moment the guy was carrying firewood back to the fire. The next a hooping dead person or as the Chinese people later would call a vampire hopped out of the lake and grabbed the guy. The other three attempted to get their companion back fighting the bodies. Uncle Burton eyes would stop for a moment. In disbelief he would say that the flesh of the skulls came off most of the bodies. They tried however their mule handler had his throat ripped out and bleed to death. He shook his head. The bodies just ate their mule handler. And slurped up his blood where ever it fell on the ground. With slurping sounds that memories made Uncle Burton shiver just recollecting the happening.
Now, running away from them. Burton, MacGregor, a mule handler, and mule came to a posted sign in the middle of the mountains between India and China. They had left their tents and sleeping gear. The mule evidently had some food left on it being unpacked while one of the mule handlers had gotten wood for the fire.
To say they were not equipped is the correct statement. However, MacGregor had his book and map, which he insisted they check before going a step more. The mule and mule handler would not listen to this and just took the left side of the posted sign and left. The slurping undead were far behind. However, they still could be heard, so a lighted torch was made from some torn material and the map and book consulted.
Not everyone has the intelligence to conquer another, the wisdom to take care and imagination to love.
There once was a pirate named Ender. Who roamed the wild seas in search of venture and treasure? He searched with his ship the Black Skimmer, which he and his crew loved for the long haul and easy smuggling. The ventures were fierce, and the pay was small, but to be a pirate was all this crew could want to be. They would sing a song and sail along on the high sea... So there they were about to capture a merchant man ship off the coast of Japan. Silk, pottery, golden objects when the current started to carry them away from the prize ship. The crew of course of a duck, bear, and Ender could not do much but watch as the prize floated outside their range.
The current swiped the Black Skimmer along the narrow current path through the sea towards the Chinese Sea and out towards the ocean. Ender was singing along and the duck at the helm was quacking for all he was worth. The bear, having missed a chance to plunder, was into the rum and honey and not thinking much more than that the world was a venture that was weird at times and that honey on the paws is something sweet.
The wind blew the current brought up drowned ships older than times itself. One even looked like a UFO. There were roman vessels; there were Chinese junks, Viking long boats, not just one or two ole 1500 century pirate ships but more than dozen flying the skull and crossbones. Time shift to a similar person but in a different time zone.
This is a simple story of a space battle, such a tale as may be told by a pirate who is no writer to a reader who is no pirate. The morning of Sunday, the seventh of day of June 2013, was bright and cold. The wake up call of the captain was sounded rather late, for the snakes, wearied with long voyage, were to have a day at port in New York City prior to destroying and conquering the planet for their own evil design to end human kind. The snake people were here for revenge and were ahead of the heavenly ship by eight years. Within seven years they will have conquered the world and made the humans their slaves both mentally and physically destroying, murdering, and causing wars that would destroy a full four fifth of the worlds population. The men in black were hopeless in fighting the snakes and the world’s governments had been influenced by the snakes to build their bunkers within the worlds crust, which would be nuked to a French fry, causing no people to be able to live there. But that day that day prior to Nibirs arrival was such a strange day. The snake people dressed as human wondered through New York using their stolen credit cards to buy what they wanted and make the jewelry stores their profit for a lifetime and since they would only live another few days. Well, that was their day. AS a pirate this is where I came upon this viewing. Pirates viewing is a bit different from a seer’s viewer or fortune tellers. Ender the Pirate was hoping only for a profit. Now how did a land dwelling pirate end up p in space one might ask and that is the jest of the story The portals to other worlds and realms was opened to him due to his riding the great skimmer into the tidal cycle that wove around earth and ate ships, isle, and whole continents at times. The story goes Ender was about to take the ship little Endeavor from Ms. Churchill off the coast of Japan in 1500s when the tide pulled the skimmer into a slush pill of other ships and tings. The cycle pulled and pushed and the skimmer was pulled out into the ocean from the Chinese Sea within minutes of it being sucked into the tide. There Ender was forced to reconsider life and chances. The first encounter on the tidal cycle was other survivors looking for food.
Be careful not to hurt people, they can begin to love you less. The pain you cause can chisel their hearts until there’s nothing left."
A woman’s intuition is more accurate than a man’s certainty.
Trust is like an eraser: it becomes smaller and smaller with every mistake.
If you ask me if I like your company my answer is YES. However, if you want to know if I can live without you, my answer is YES as well.
It is better to be alone. Then being with someone who makes you alone.
The heart does not die when it stops beating; dies when the heart beats no sense.
A wise woman avoids drama she knows her time is precious she doesn’t waste her time on trivial things.
You can never fall in love with someone whom you never laugh whit.
True friends are the ones who have nice things to say about you behind your back.
Hurt me with the truth but never comfort me wit a lie.
I don’t have time to hate people who hate me, because I’m too busy loving people who love me.
When I love, I love with no limitations but if you betray me I love myself enough to let you go.*
Don’t hurt anyone. It only takes a few seconds to hurt people you love and it can take years to heal.
Fitness is like marriage you can’t cheat on it and expect it work.
A bad attitude is like flat tire: you can’t go anywhere until you change it.
One of the hardest things to do is letting go, not because you want to but because you have to.
A broken promise hurts as much as a lie you don’t just make them believe, you also make them hope.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here, we might as well dance.
Real couples stay faithful they don’t even think about looking for another because they’re too busy looking for ways to show love to each other.
Never ignore a person that loves you, care you and misses you because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting stars.
Never waste your feelings on someone who doesn’t value them.
A woman’s intuition is more accurate than a man’s certainty.
Is sad to put an end to a chapter of life, but if you don’t, it is impossible to write more stories.
It might not be tonight, tomorrow or the next day, but everything is going to be okay.
Not everyone has the intelligence to conquer another, the wisdom to take care and imagination to love.
A person who is willing to do whatever it takes to put a smile on your face. worth keeping around
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https://www.minds.com/.../when-you-have-to-live-inside... Ender the pirate was sailing through the seven oceans not the seven seas with his crew of three when he met Michelle running away from being a full-time mommy. She was tired of doing this is this and that is that and wanted to sail through the ocean carefree. She could sing and sing some shanty songs of pirates and treasure and isle where drinking could be done without remorse. The sadness was life as a pirate was really boring. Yes, I know all the stories. You ever spent months on a ship only to take a prize fishing boat with three fish and the boat?Think hundreds of ships and only Capt’f Flint ever got any treasure and then instead of spending it he buried it on some island?Come now, laugh with me. I put Michelle after getting drunk three days straight to mopping the ship floors. Then into the kitchen. She was living hell. Was she happy at first? She was happy as the drunk shrunk. However, after four weeks at sea and nothing of any treasure at hand. She too worried about why or how people lived as pirates.On the fifth week she tried to mutiny with three other crew members. For that, the captain put all four of them on an island in the middle of nowhere. Declared Michelle, Queen Michelle of this island, and left.I can still hear her screaming. Then singing I am a queen that I am a pirate queen. And then? I think I could hear her tell her subject to mop the deck. Which was odd, for the island was made totally of sand?To awake in a distinct reality is nothing. To awake in a distinct reality for an unlimited amount of time? Heroes come and go. Legends stay within their own mind. I was a Talon. Few people remember what that means or even heard of them. The souls ripped from their bodies a long time ago and put in. Well, to begin with they were put in statues. The original statues guarded an island. From what? Pirates. The originals were statues built to walk around an island. To provide a wonderful island protection from pirates. The problem with statues is protecting an island from a physical problem was not much of a problem. Protecting the population from themselves? Major problem. The island I remember destroyer was a plague.They died all within a short two-day span. Leaving a spirit locked statue to guard an island. What does a statue do for eternity? At first, not much. I sort of sat and watched the sun come and go. The dilemma which in my age and era spelt dilemna did an immortal do? You can walk the island protecting it from waves, and the occasional pirate raid. The first 4,000 years was a sort of like that. The island housing was gone. The island stood. I was more of a legend in my own mind. I doubt any of the pirates that came that way. Well, that they even remember why they attempted to pillage the island from time to time.So, after a while I got bored and skipped stones, and broken ships for a time. You probably have heard of a ship thought lost for decades turning up on some unknown part of the world. Wondering how it got there? Well, if I came upon the ship I would pick it up and see how far I could skip one like a rock. Not the funnest sport it helped with the time. Then somewhere around 1680s a pirate ship sailed towards the island. I was about to jump out from behind a mountain, crush it and skip it. When the captain came out. He hailed me. Now. This is the oddity. After 4,000 plus years to hear one’s own name and in a language that was alive, that knew was something. To see this pirate's attempt to bargain with me was absurd.Needless to say, I was curious. I crept from behind the mountain and sat in a pool next to his ship. His voice was shaky, but his plan was something to behold. Between him and his crew, I could understand more about their story. They had stumbled upon a page of life. Say what? That was an old legend in my day. The evil one had attacked heaven. Stealing a book of life. Then had spread the book out among realities and times. With the hope that this would stop the day of judgment from happening. Now? The pirate had a single page. He knew it had assigned me sort of to a map and another page.Yes. I had read the page a long time ago. Parallel realities, time travel, the works. Did it interest me? Of course it did. To see a different sun without having to sit at the same mountain at my back would be something. I asked how I would accompany him? Now. The pirate’s name was Ender and his magic was story telling. His story was wild and his magic. Well, his magic made him one stand out. What he said and could or would do was something tempting. That his statements made sense and how he proposed doing the trick was wildly out of the norm. However, the legalistic side of me said all I would meet the forms and formats. And I could travel. So in accord was reached. The magic happened. What magic? Imagine a reality stacked upon a reality the biggest upon the littlest. All I had to do was find one where either the statue of me or I or that Talon was gone and take its dimensional size. Then with a secret transport said content from here to there and back. For those less into here to there, I would take possession of the island and statue there. Meaning? I could transform my size and that of my island to something I could fit inside, say my pocket. Thus legalistically I was not breaking my word.For a spirit guarding and protecting my island from now until the end of time. And I got to move aboard the ship the black Skimmer with a crew. Let me be honest. To live amount a group of people. Let alone on a ship crossing the seven seas. Versus watching the sun go up and down for thousands of years was a treat. Now what did I have to give Ender for his magic? That is between me and him. He however was a man of his word. A hero in hi own time, a legend to me? Sure, few people get noted in a Talon book. https://www.minds.com/.../ender-hides-the-journal...
Ender the pirate was lost one day. Heck he was lost noramally all days. But this day he was more lost than normal. The map to McDee was not showing him, his expected booty and watching fries cook is not easy on eyes you know. So off adventuring for food he goes..
He wondered why McDonalds was not Called anymore MacDonalds for the big Mac.
He wondered the streets and found that he was sick.
The next day they cut off his foot.
Ender the pirate having been hit with a coconut was dazed from Talon. The giant statue that guarded what was left of the original Crete at the end of the world. Lets be honest so few people remember the world as it use to be. North America above Europe, South America to the side of Africa. The Nigera falls flowing right into the Mediterranean basin forming around the garden of Eden a oasis of water feeding into what is now called Syria via the Black Sea which was all about 800 feet lower at that time in history when the real Crete existed and the end of the world? Well, believe it or not was close to Ekalaka Montana also knew in the past as where hell could be viewed because most the residence were escapees from hell. shh that last part is a secret few people know even today. Any ways Ender the pirate was listening to Talon discuss how the rivers of the Nigeria falls use to flow into the great Mediterranean before the great quake that split continents and moved them far and wide. Claw for his past being sat on by a statue of Talon was more or less captured and had to listen to tales that if were told no one would believe them anyways. How pirates of old had tried to capture the great Crete empire also known to some as Atlantis. How in the end ancient empire Tyre turned into a an island due to fighting the Persians had used magic or words to cause the final downfall of Atlantis via the Chaldeans. People remember their mythology on how Alexander the Great had conquered both empires a long time ago in yet their later stories tend to be forgotten. Ender was quite taken back. The guardian noticing Ender was up from his knock on the head with a coconut looked askingly as if . Do you really want to fight? Instead Ender just sat and listened. Sending Liz the dragon upon a quest that was something of a mystery even to the narrator of this story.
Ender knock on the head with a coconut thrown by Talon had pushed him into a different time line for a while. https://www.minds.com/.../the-secret-of-light-matter-is... his belief that he was a cube monkey where he had to follow a clock. Make sure audits were done right and manage time was like hell for him. In that brief moment in time Ender while dazed lived the life of a bear a shadow and some guy named clint clinton clinton r. All within a brief moment of time. His life was well oiled. he was going places until someone stepped in and made a mess of things. That is where this story would have picked up in yet clinton r trip to the end of the time of tribulation was so wild that ender watched in marvel until the end. To see a corporation become the beast in the bible. To see witches and evil walk the face of the earth was something not so nice to see. To watch as clinton r fulfilled some bizarre agreement made when he was drunk to a stranger years prior to the time trip and adventure and to watch books that were stolen replaced with books that were truth. That was the secret.. the books of life stolen that was why
Ender thought while he listened about Liz the lizard. Actually a dragon. In yet the size of a lizard. One could not be to rude the food supply of dragons being large amounts of damsels in distress being down in that time and age due to swords everywhere and according to clinton r pepper spray. They had changed their diet. https://www.inkitt.com/stories/493333?preview=true Any way Ender while recovering from a hit on the head with a coconut lived three completely boring lives until he decided to step in and make them his own. Some how he ended up in La Paz Bolivia when taking over the game and one of his better journals are sort of written here https://theprose.com/.../journal-of-a-wondering-mind... the outcome of course was not known to Ender at that time. Why? He had lost Clinton R somewhere between 1 and 4.5 billion years ago in a freezer. Which Ender thought if he had the time when he got back from the trip with Claw and Talon he would invent.
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How much rum does it take to make a pirate drunk?