terrible cold steel twister

Busy day coding. Busy evening writing. (Having the last couple of nights off was clearly good for me.)

Saturday tomorrow; must do various things such as pick up tickets, buy (or organise buying of) various presents and necessities, work out American currency and other such things for holiday. Must first, however, sleep in.

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(from Bacchus and the Pirates)

There was Captain Hook (of whom ye have heard--so called from his terrible cold steel twister,
His own right hand having gone to a shark with a taste for skippers on pirate-trips),
There was Silver himself, with his cruel crutch, and the blind man Pew, with a phiz like a blister,
Gouged and white and dreadfully dried in the reek of a thousand burning ships.

While earth goes round, let rum go round,
Our capstan song we sung:
Half a hundred cut-throat pirates
When the world was young!

With our silver buckles and French cocked hats and our skirted coats (they were growing greener,
But green and gold look well when spliced! We'd trimmed 'em up wi' some fine fresh lace)
Bravely over the seas we danced to the horn-pipe tune of a concertina,
Cutlasses jetting beneath our skirts and cambric handkerchiefs all in place.

While earth goes round, let rum go round,
Our capstan song we sung:
Half a hundred elegant pirates
When the world was young!

-- Alfred Noyes