Shai and The Pirate Fitz (GA)
Member Since 2012
Pirate Fitz's Condo Cove
The storm proved too much for even the savviest of Pirate Captain's and at 0 9:30, Pirate Fitz's vessel The Black Sails, ran aground on Relapse Point. Even as the thin light of morning unraveled the night, Pirate Fitz's hearty, but hungry, crew saw fleeting glimpses of mouse tails, bird's wings and dust bunnies, abandoning their Capt'n and her ravaged boat with visions of tasty meaty treats of their own. (except for the crew still tied to the port rails for ballast - they ordered room service).
Pirate Fitz, bravely withstood the devastating insulin shot consequences of her pancreas's navigating error. Her appy dampened as much as her fur, she eschewed Mommy Crew's multiple attempts at coaxing her to eat, deciding the best course of action was to tuck herself as far behind the Grand Piano in her quarters as possible.
The still grey skies pressing down upon her broken mast and tattered sheets, Pirate Fitz, despondent and depressed, wouldn't even accept a swig of rum from Mommy Crew, even disguised as one of her favorite treatums.
Mommy Crew slumped beside her Capt'n, ripped the disguise off the rum and swigged a hearty swallow - considering how her own metal would be tested today.
The storm proved too much for even the savviest of Pirate Captain's and at 0 9:30, Pirate Fitz's vessel The Black Sails, ran aground on Relapse Point. Even as the thin light of morning unraveled the night, Pirate Fitz's hearty, but hungry, crew saw fleeting glimpses of mouse tails, bird's wings and dust bunnies, abandoning their Capt'n and her ravaged boat with visions of tasty meaty treats of their own. (except for the crew still tied to the port rails for ballast - they ordered room service).
Pirate Fitz, bravely withstood the devastating insulin shot consequences of her pancreas's navigating error. Her appy dampened as much as her fur, she eschewed Mommy Crew's multiple attempts at coaxing her to eat, deciding the best course of action was to tuck herself as far behind the Grand Piano in her quarters as possible.
The still grey skies pressing down upon her broken mast and tattered sheets, Pirate Fitz, despondent and depressed, wouldn't even accept a swig of rum from Mommy Crew, even disguised as one of her favorite treatums.
Mommy Crew slumped beside her Capt'n, ripped the disguise off the rum and swigged a hearty swallow - considering how her own metal would be tested today.