Oh NO!!!

Pogonophobia.

Battle of the great beard.

I decided to shave the beard and keep it at once, ye might not be barking to assume what I speak of is tha styling of a cap'n's beard.

It be styled to the way pleasing to the ladys eye, but enough man left in it to scare the unworthy witless, it is a kings beard, a king of the sea.

No adventures to report today, I left the port only to sail to my farther and mothers house (I was desprate for some rape and pillage) and now I aquired a bottle of orange juice (prevents scurvy) and a bad memory!

Sail onwards ya scurvy sea sausages...

Greetings, Fellow Adventurer.

This here, be Me keepings and recordings of me present adventires, so that when I leave this mortal plane to sail ships in that there sky, I have these words of wisdom for my youngsters so that they can be a true Captain of adventure too.

Todays topic, Beards:

After arriving back in good 'ol england, I happend to discover that I had, like black beard before me, grown somewhat a fearsome beard. A beard capible of scaring children and also strong enought to make any likley wench drop her thrid set of underwear down for me.

Its a practical decision, keep thar beard, and be reveared by all, or send the clump of evil fur down to davy jones locker?

Maybe I shall make this decision in thar morning wind, when my mind is clear.

I'm Settng Sail for the land of dreams, no not sleep, porn and wenches!