Name:                                   Augustus Theodore McGough
                                              "Ted"
Mundane Name:                  Gus Clark
Email:                                    minds_eye@hotmail.com
Member Since:                     May 2006
Years in Markland:              5
Office(s) Currently Held:     Not on your life lad....
Markland Offices/Titles:     Squire (fancy word for gopher bitch)
Interests:                              Arms, Armor, Music, Sharp Objects, and Shiny
                                              Things
Reason For Joining:             "I was actually on my way to see what the
                                                Jehovah's  witnesses were all about, but this
                                                looked like more fun."

 

 

So no sh*t there I was… Drunk as a skunk in me favorite pub… having a hell of a time with  Patty McGee and Mickey Maloney … and I have me one too many pints of Guinness… Take it from me lads… Never get drunk in a port town.

 

So the next morn’  I wake up, me head poundin’ like a thousand leprechauns banging me skull with their shillelaghs. And all I can hear is creakin’ and the wind blowing and all I can smell is rum and salt… So I stand up… fall down and stand up again… this goes on for a few minutes until a couple fine lads help me to my feet, And low and behold I’m on a bloody BOAT… After about an hour of pukin’ me guts out… still not sure if that was the Guinness or the open sea… I get me bearings and come to find out I up and offered my service to a bunch o’ pirates. Seems they needed a Leather smith, and I of course opened me big Irish mouth in the pub…

 

Since that Day I made history… the First Irishmen to swear off the liquor… and I ain’t never kissed the blarney stone so it’s not a fib I be feedin’ ya.

 

But I found m’self sailing under the command of the Irish pirate queen Grace O’malley. And a bonny lass she was.  It took some getting used to, but I finally got m’ sea legs, and got used to the whole idea of plunderin’ English ships… which helped alleviate that whole guilt thing. However after some time our dear captain offered her services to the queen of England. Takin’ issue with this I said me goodbyes on fair terms.  I hopped a ship from England and headed for the Caribbean I’d heard so much about, seein’ as it seems once a pirate, always a pirate. Once I got there… I found me self down and out, and just as I was about to turn back to the bottle, I Find a raucous crew of pirates aboard a ship called “The Lost Cause”… Rowdy, Rambunctious, downright looney… I knew I was home. Now if I could just convince them that Guinness  is a far better drink than rum we’d all be set.

 

So here I am… Theodore McGough, Sea dog, rapscallion, Scallywag… and all sorts of other words which I’m none to sure the meanin’ of…