The Parrotheads
| The Parrotheads at a Glance | |
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| Emerald Ocean | |
| Captain | none |
| Senior Officer(s) | Zoeny |
| Politics | Oligarchic |
| Shares | Jobber's Delight |
| Flag Affiliation | Blue Ice |
| Founded | 3 August, 2008 |
| Last updated on 31 August, 2012 | |
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The Parrotheads is a crew on the Emerald Ocean. It was created by Strunz on August 3, 2008 on the Sage Ocean. It was then taken over by Soeny until April 28, 2012. The crew flies the flag Blue Ice.
Public statement
Remember, if you spill your drink, that's alcohol abuse.
Extended public statement
(This public statement is written by Strunz when he made this crew, read it with a wink)
We are basically a crew of lazers that can mostly be found on the docks or the inn and occasionally on a ship here and there. (Also on that note if you see any of us lazing on your vessel, please overlook it, most likely there is a good reason like we don’t want to spill our drink or something).
In order to be an officer or above in this crew you must have a parrot (unless you are a true Parrothead, in this case see the Captain). The above criteria actually doesn’t apply to any of the SO’s if they have either lost their parrot due to a horrific poker loss or got drunk and passed out on a beach somewhere and their parrot got pissed off and flew away.
A Pirate Looks At 40
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call, Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall. You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you, Switch from sails to steam. And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen, most of them dreams, Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late. The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder I'm an over forty victim of fate Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I've done a bit of smugglin' I've run my share of grass. I made enough money to buy Miami, But I pissed it away so fast, Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks, I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks, But I've got to stop wishin', Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again. Just a few friends, just a few friends.
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile And though I ran away, they'll come back one day. And still could manage a smile It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found My occupational hazard being my occupations just not around. I feel like I've drowned, Gonna head uptown.
