Arrr! It be Cap’n Peanut Butter, here. Wishing ya swabs a merry new year. A year I won’t be seein’ as I currently reside in the year 1776. Although, I would love to be seein’ 2025 through me spyglass. I wager thar be some fancy sailing vessels in yer time. But, alas, it is not meant to be as we all tend to be born in our own proper time. I would no more fit in yer time, than ye would in mine.
Enough of that. Hollywood—the movie industry—won’t be invented for another 135 years, so I will quit the Hollywood pirate talk now. I was actually educated in a fine school in France, and I only talk “pirate” when it suits me, which is not often. Plus, it is tiring to read.
Anyway, I want to thank all of you who have read the tale of my good friend Baron Britpop Blastfurnace over the past few years. I know the Baron hasn’t been the swiftest of writers, tends to dawdle, and gets distracted by other interests. Of which he has many. But I am confident he will finish Book 3 (named after me) in the Baron Britpop Blastfurnace series this year.
If you have not read the series yet, why not start the year off right by setting sail on the adventure of a lifetime with the good Baron? It won’t cost a penny, as the fool, Mark Starlin, has made it free on his Substack—whatever that might be. Some future thing, I imagine.
You can start reading it here. I was told it is a good “binge-read.” You 21st-century people have a lot of strange expressions.
I wish you calm waters and smooth sailing this year.
- Captain Peanut Butter
Thanks for reading and responding. You make it fun.
Mark
Thanks for your wish of calm waters and smooth sailing. I will take it! And I wish for you, Captain Peanut Butter, priceless booty, and a barrel of rum!
And a happy new year to you as well, cap'n!