BlogNomic: The First Dynasty of Desertfrog

So I’m about the bow, up on the Fo’c's’le, and there I see Excalabur standing, makin’ some notes in that book o’ his and looking distracted. I figure it being nighttime, and I feeling a bit philosophical myself, I’d ask him some questions about life, the world, and piracy on the high seas, but then he starts raving about some pagan nonsense about hamiltonian mechanics, manifolds, and linear functionals!

I tell ‘em that I won’t hear any of his devil worship, no sir, but he won’t stop, so I take a swing at him with my tankard. He must be in league with the Prince of Lies, though, ‘cause he thrashed me sound while he was raving nonsense at me!

I’m going to play my pipes and sit in the Crew’s Quarters, and if that devil The Lone Amigo so much as sticks his ugly mug through the door, I’ll slice ‘is nose off, I will.