Shiver My Timbers, Shiver My Soul

Mina Doll

Wed, 20 Dec 2023 21:29:34 GMT

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When You're Good to Mama

Tue, 07 Nov 2023 01:17:47 GMT

Ask any of the chickies in my pen
They'll tell you I'm the biggest mother hen
I love them all and all of them love me
Because the system works, the system called reciprocity

Got a little motto
Always sees me through
When you're good to Mama
Mama's good to you
There's a lot of favors
I'm prepared to do
You do one for Mama
She'll do one for you

They say that life is tit for tat
And that's the way I live
So, I deserve a lot of tat
For what I've got to give

Don't you know that this hand
Washes that one, too?
When you're good to Mama
Mama's good to you
If you want my gravy
Pepper my ragù
Spice it up for Mama
She'll get hot for you

When they pass that basket
Folks contribute to
You put in for Mama
She'll put out for you

The folks atop the ladder
Are the ones the world adores
So boost me up my ladder, kid
And I'll boost you up yours

Let's all stroke together
Like the Princeton crew
When you're strokin' Mama
Mama's strokin' you
So what's the one conclusion
I can bring this number to?
When you're good to Mama
Mama's good to you (ah yeah)

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The Ballad of the Bellwether Beast and Mary Read

Mon, 25 Apr 2016 22:35:21 GMT

The Ballad of the Bellwether Beast and Mary Read

Let's raise our glasses and sing of a beast of a strange new breed
Who battled pirate princess, the lovely Mary Read!
The two of them clashed in many an elaborate game
Earning nothing but the sorrow of immortal Name.

The Bellwether Beast in shadows thrived
Causing mortals to tremble in fear of their lives
And hearing of this, fair Mary could not resist
To challenge the Beast, to make Him desist.

From a dungeon prison She did flee,
By falsely pleading Her belly,
And off She went into the night,
Hot for vengeance, hot for an immortal fight.

The Beast was the horror of every mortal man,
Taking His prey silently, again and again.
A terror He was! And any man who saw
Him was soon caught up in His deadly maw.

The two of them clashed on city streets,
In poorest of ghetto, in neighborhoods most elite.
But never was victor truly declared
Until in this very city, the two of them squared.

Mary said, "I will return to the sea,
An Odysseus instead of a Nobody."
The Beast laughed and said, "The time has come!"
And under the pale moonlight, the battle begun.

The Beast lashed against the twirling mark
Whose pistols flashed silver in the dark.
And when the dust had settled on the ground
Mary Read was nowhere to be found.

The Beast slipped away into the night,
Wounds still bleeding from the immortal fight.
And some say a cry rose from the sea,
Whispering, "Welcome home, dear Mary."

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Queen of the Night

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 16:00:35 GMT

Mina's office was dark and cramped. There were no windows, of course, but enough light could get in from the humming florescents in the hallway. And the door was open an inch or two, which was all the light the three women needed. They stood in a tight circle; Mina leaning against the front of her desk, still wearing her gaudy pirate costume from the party, with her fedora; Rosa against the wall in her usual black dress and usual scowl; and Brie, the most beautiful of them, dressed as Joan of Arc, with her back to the door. Within their little circle was the chair.

From a distance, it looked rickety and old. One might even mistake it for something hastily assembled from wood. But the gleaming white rods of the chair were bone. Naked and exposed. And the women could feel power trembling from the chair. More than just power. Emotion. Fear. Which was only logical.

"What do we do now?" Rosa asked. It was easier for her to be businesslike about it. After all, she didn't know the poor man.

"He can't survive like that much longer," Mina said. She, by contrast, was struggling to remain businesslike. Although she had no special affection for Luke, there was an association that she couldn't ignore.

( Poor Brie, unfortunately... )

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I'd Be Surprisingly Good For You

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 23:43:19 GMT

Mina couldn’t decide which was more humiliating. The corset or the dress. Probably the corset. She understood the necessity of wearing a dress in certain circles, even if she didn’t much care for it. But the corset? What was the point? She was naturally thin to begin with and she, frankly, had no desire to parade her breasts around to everyone. But Anne had insisted and seeing as it was Jacqueline’s party, Mina finally relented. She would be on her best behavior tonight. But there would be no promises about tomorrow night.

It was several hours into the party and Mina had had quite enough inane chit chat with Jack and Anne’s guests. She loved the two of them, of course. And Jacqueline, beyond words. But some of the mortals they chose to associate with had some particularly peculiar ideas about life. And Mina was more or less done with it all. What’s more, she’d begun to notice something strange about Jack. Every time she happened to glance up from a conversation about how the South was ‘destined to rise again,’ she noticed him looking her way. He was always quick to avert his eyes, but his smile seemed to linger in her direction.

( She didn't trust him... )

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