Native Festival in Regis

[Donald Trump]

when you have to quote yourself because no one cared.

[Admiral Nelson]

Guys, Guys, Guys... Back to the thread, or me...

[Shadowood]

Was just simply trying to get back to the festival! 3 Cheers for Coconuts!!!

[Haron]

Natives can be hostile
Of that, there is no doubt
But then again: To plunder
Is what this game's about

But to shout and cry in anger
And call each other names
Is really poor behaviour
When one is playing games

So join us and be merry
All else would be a shame
If you will not be happy
WHO, really, is to blame?

[Most Lee Harmless]

I smile
and crack a funny joke
while I cut
your ungrateful throat
but it's fun
I gleefully cry
what's your problem
laugh, can't you laugh,
while you die ?

[Donald Trump]

Who knew muppets could be so evil.

[DezNutz]

Capt'n was freak'n

The hammocks are empty
The decks were bare
The Capt'n was freak'n
As the crew was nowhere

His treasure was gone
His temper flared
The Capt'n was freak'n
As he pulled out his hair

He looked for his wrench
Nowhere could she be found
The Capt'n was freak'n
As he didn't even have *ussy to pound

Cussin' ensued
Bad words were said
The Capt'n was freak'n
and wished he were dead.

[Vitus Bering]

For a trader to rhyme
Makes some pirates cynical
As it puts on a show;
Quite a very strange spectacle

You see a Pirate will sing
'Till his throat's become hoarse
And drain the last drop
Of the rum with great force

But there is a song
Within the cold dead heart
Of an avaricious trader;
With no coin does part

Now what the song is
One will never be certain
And with that vague phrase
On this "play" I'll close the curtain

[Haron]

Lots of nice verses here!

[Haron]

And just as suddenly as it started, the Cocount Festival has ended. When the first rays of light hit Regis this morning, not a native was to be seen - but the signs of the recent carnage was visible. Coconut shells and empty bottles of rum littered the beach. The colonists slowly came out from the safety of the fort to assess the damage. Soon, traders will slowly return to their port - they hope.

And the T'zak Ryn are leaving the port, once more to sail the seven seas, offering our services to anyone wishing to hire us. We had to drag Maha out from a cave, where he was seemingly searching for something or someone, crying out what may have been a name. I have noe idea what he was doing there, but hope a few days with fresh sea air will get him back to normal.

And the natives? Well, who can really tell. Their Holy Coconut Holidays are over, but it's hard to say where they have gone. Their chief wish to share one last verse with you, though:

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We wanted calm
Under the palm
Where coconuts are growing
But all the same
The traders came
And war-winds started blowing

We lost, we won
But now we're done
Our festival is over
And in the night
We fled from sight
From those that hold the power

It has been great
To celebrate
This coconut endeavour
I know, alas,
That all things pass
And nothing lasts forever

I should be sad
But I am glad
For not that these days are gone
We never more
Need to endure
The poetry of Haron