Many o' the common folk ask me howst I came t' the grand life o' piratin'...
I started me life at sea sailin' in the grand frigate, Peophintine, as one o' the cabin lads. Forced t' swab the decks with a holystone an' peel potatoes in the galley, I tried t' conduct meself proper an' keep out of sight of the crew on most occasions. There were a few occurrences of play with the soppin' decks an' the lanyards, but I often got me ears boxed as a result. I did as I was told t' keep from earnin' demerits an' as I strengthened I was trained all sorts of thin's from tyin' down the mainmast t' patchin' up scuppers with tar. Aye, that be the life back then!
Though me time aboard the Peophintine was brief compared t' me scores of other accounts I would take further on in me life, 't was probably the best of all occasions I e'er had. 'T was a time when pirates were privateers. They were gentlemen o' fortune who loved the wind in their face an' the grog in their chalices. Later in me life, the term pirate would come t' mean a scalawag more than a corsair. We were not the murderous cads that most consider us t' be nowadays, though we did do our share of grog swillin' e'ery now an' then an' there were those occasional instances of bein' publicly loaded t' the gunwales.
'Twas on the Peophintine that I saw me first sword fight. If I hadn't mentioned 't before, 't should be said that the first gentleman I e'er came t' truly respect an' admire was one of the more notable men aboard the ship who could handle a cutlass like a true artist. He wasn't dreadfully lofty, nor exceedin'ly youthful. His manila whiskers softened the dark circles 'round his eyes. He always wore a rapier at his side carefully fastened in a brown leather casin'. An admirable man, he fought off a squadron of fifteen scurvy dogs without all by his own self. When an uninvitin' crew o' another ship met us upon our landin' t' search for provisions, 'twas he who scuttled t' the forefront of the skirmish for our right t' unsullied water. A man who I still hold much in high regard, I will ne'er forget his name – Cap'n Threelegs.
I have aged much since those early years an' acquired a vast amount in me lifetime. Though I be nearly t' what most consider an old coat since I'm well into me 30s, I still have much ahead o' me. In me bygone years, I have captained 7 distinguished vessels, discovered over 14 treasure maps, an' unearthed more pieces o' eight than most can tally. Me chase guns an' chain shot be a bit rusty, but I will be settin' sail again before long. The sea be callin' t' me once again after bein' in port for four months. The fortune, the adventure, an' the grog – I'll go where'er the winds take me. The tide with me, I look fore t' settin' sail once again a few more times before makin' the final journey t' the Fiddlers Green.
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Ignore the mess on deck for now whilst I sort thin's out... more recipes t' come soon! Below be recipes for Neopets cuisine that can be made right in yer own galleys! Me aim be t' fashion an online cookin' log o' sorts right here on Neopets. If ye have a recipe for something in the Neopian World that ye'd like t' share, please neomail me the recipe as well as comments ye would care t' make about 't for all the landlubbers out there t' read (see recipe format below). Be sure t' make yer recipe understandable and t' the point so that those sprogs making 't for the first time will know what they are doing. If ye see a recipe below that be unclear, please let me know so that I may fix 't.