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valarltdA picture of me as an airship pirate:
From "The Ballad of Angelina Calamity" in Kerlak's Dreams of Steam
The tale is told around the campfires and the song is sung in bawdy houses and barrooms of a woman airship pirate. A wicked one-eyed woman, tall as a man and with a worse temper to boot. They say she ranged from Kansas City to San Francisco, from Dakota territory to Old Mexico before the States' War. No one knows the truth of it these days and no two singers tell the story alike. But here it is as it was told to me.
From out of the sun and down from the moon,
The airship came apace.
And over its hold a strong lady bold
with hunger in her face.
Aye, with hunger in her face.
From fine drawing room to rude pirate ship,
Lady's maid to captain now,
She sails the wide world with her flag unfurled
And wealthy men do bow.
Aye and wealthy men do bow
Her Hangman's Strumpet, the ship bore us down.
The ship all black and cruel.
And Angelina on deck she was seen,
Cursing us all for fools.
Aye, cursing us all for fools.
And...for a free ARC of a pirate novel, leave a comment and tell me which one you want.
I'll let my youngest pick tomorrow morning, probably based on which icon she likes best.
From "The Ballad of Angelina Calamity" in Kerlak's Dreams of Steam
The tale is told around the campfires and the song is sung in bawdy houses and barrooms of a woman airship pirate. A wicked one-eyed woman, tall as a man and with a worse temper to boot. They say she ranged from Kansas City to San Francisco, from Dakota territory to Old Mexico before the States' War. No one knows the truth of it these days and no two singers tell the story alike. But here it is as it was told to me.
From out of the sun and down from the moon,
The airship came apace.
And over its hold a strong lady bold
with hunger in her face.
Aye, with hunger in her face.
From fine drawing room to rude pirate ship,
Lady's maid to captain now,
She sails the wide world with her flag unfurled
And wealthy men do bow.
Aye and wealthy men do bow
Her Hangman's Strumpet, the ship bore us down.
The ship all black and cruel.
And Angelina on deck she was seen,
Cursing us all for fools.
Aye, cursing us all for fools.
And...for a free ARC of a pirate novel, leave a comment and tell me which one you want.
I'll let my youngest pick tomorrow morning, probably based on which icon she likes best.
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Date: 2010-09-20 04:06 am (UTC)And if I were to have to choose - Privateer's Treasure, methinks.