A message from Captain R. Matey, of the Avast Garde

[serai]

Hoy there, you filthy scallawags! 'Ere's a bit o' fun for Talk Like A Pirate Day.




In 'is Dream
By Serai



In 'is dream, he lay in her arms, drowsy with the glory that streamed 'round her. (AAARRHH!!!) Warmth surrounded him, flashes o' glitterin' light shinin' even through 'is closed eyelids. (Be ye ready to walk the plank?) Like the moon, her face floated in shadow, submergin' him in the glow o' still water.

In 'is dream, she sang t' him, her low voice weavin' melodies with a power that made him tremble. (AAARRRRHHH!!!)

In 'is dream, he moved 'is hand, 'n dared as he never would in life. (Aaaarrrhhh!!!) Soft 'n strong, young 'n ancient, he could not resist her. (Gangway!) He turned 'is face t' her breast, opened 'is mouth against her gown. (Prepare to dance the hempen jig, matey!) She sighed at the touch.

In 'is dream, they matched skin t' skin, pale as moonlight framed in shadows. (Be ye ready to walk the plank?) They fit together, each touch playin' high sharp notes on their bodies. (Bilge!) He knelt on her thighs as she took 'is cock in hand, 'n 'is quick 'n clever fin'ers found the place where her cries lived.

In 'is dream, he kissed her as he had never been kissed. (AAARRGGHHH!) He pleasured her, 'n the thin's she did t' him nay one would ever know. (Shiver me timbers!)



In 'is dream, thar be love, the fierce, nigh-violent love he's always known was thar. (Be ye ready to walk the plank?) Whatever stopped 'em before has dissolved, 'n thar's nay longer any reason not t' fall.

In 'is dream, golden sunlight pours 'round their embrace, 'n every wish he never knew he had. (AAARRGGHHH!) When he feels a broad hand slide into 'is clothes, he arches 'n laughs at how easy it all be. (Blimey!)

In 'is dream, hay scratches against 'is legs. (Bloody landlubber!) Tanned limbs 'n hazel deadlights be all he desires, 'n kissin' until he drowns.

In 'is dream, they match strength t' strength. (AAARRHH!!!) He tastes salt 'n earth 'n flesh, clutches muscle with 'is corded hands. (Prepare to dance the hempen jig, matey!) He sucks 'n strokes 'n thrusts, reason drowned in wantin' 'n the taste o' sweat-dappled skin. (Bloody privateers!)

In 'is dream, the earth opens its heart t' him, in 'is lover who be all the world. (Aaarrhhh, me parrot!) He can feel the sun burnin' 'is aft as he moves, 'n he doesn't care who hears their cries.





Aye, there be somethin' t'be said translatin' porn inta Pirate, there be. Methinks it's all them interjections, as it were. Gives the text a right exclamatory feel, it does, to be using a long fancy word.


And aye, I know I'm late! The next one to bring it up'll walk the plank, damn the lot o'ye!


Gacked from elderberrywine.

Comments

[lilithlotr.livejournal.com]

I keep forgetting to ask if you got that Elijah on GMTV file that Dutch_eowyn put up on yousendit

[semyaza.livejournal.com]

Great icon!

[wilde-boy-jack.livejournal.com]

How did you manage to make that hot and hilarious at the same time? I love your icon!! :D yarrrrrrr

[serai1.livejournal.com]

Yes, I did! It's a great interview.

Just in case you didn't know, you can upload files up to 1G on YSI. :)

[serai1.livejournal.com]

Arrrr. Thank ye, lass!

Mr. Baggins' parrot says, "Wind in me sails!", which we figure also means "Thanks!"

[serai1.livejournal.com]

Ahoy, matey! I just ran it through that there Pirate Translator, what they've got up now. A handy thing, she is, eh?

[wilde-boy-jack.livejournal.com]

aye, that she be ;)

[lilithlotr.livejournal.com]

Just in case you didn't know, you can upload files up to 1G on YSI. :)

Theoretically, yes. With my connection - only if I'm not otherwise using the computer for like an hour...

[semyaza.livejournal.com]

I hope it means thanks, because a parrot with any other sort of wind would be a fearsome thing.