...Thankfully the pirate ship, the Martini Blimp, the captain and the crew have had time to make a little R&R stopover on Beeristan Island. Repairs to the blimp were needed due to the Icelandic volcanic dust cloud encounter. The ship hasn't had the barnacles removed since before the War of 1812 (it's an old ship) and the crew - well, they were homesick. Okay, they were out of rum. Same thing.
With repairs made, barnacles scraped, rum barrels refilled and clean clothes for everyone, the ship once again sets sail across the bounding main. Since they have had time to spare, the southern route was chosen just for the hell of it. A pirate's version of the "scenic route" - Indian Ocean > Southern Ocean > South Atlantic Ocean > North Atlantic Ocean > past Iceland (crew wanted to see the volcano) > into Oslofjord. (That's original. The Oslo part of fjord. Guess Christianiafjord took to long to write. Modernization, go fig.)
Anyway, the ship docks and the crew do their disembarky thing, down the ramp, along the pier, and head into town. "Captain, how are we to find the birthday boy? All of these streets end in "gata" - what does that mean?" "I think it means "street", matey." "What happened to avenues?" "I don't know - maybe they work on the Chicago system." "Oh, that would explain it. You're saying nobody knows the difference." "Yeah, something like that."
So, as the captain and crew wander up one gata and down another, they decide it's just best to stop into a beer joint for refreshment... "Captain! Look over there in the corner. That shadowy figure, is that who I think it is?" By Joe, I do believe we're in luck! You're promoted to "Spotter of the Overlords" if you're right." Taking a chance, the crew breaks out in... Yup.
CAPTAIN:
He's an Overlord, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
CREW:
He's a Overloard, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
CAPTAIN:
He cuts down code. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.
CREW:
He cuts down code. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shoppin'
And has buttered scones for tea.
He's a Overlord, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
CAPTAIN:
He shuts down spam. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He put on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars.
CREW:
He shuts down spam. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a Overlord, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
CAPTAIN:
He catches fish. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
He wished he'd been a girlie,
Just like his dear Papa.
CREW:
He shuts down spam. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My!
And I thought he was so rugged!
He's a Overlord, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
He's a Overlord, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's hoping you have a wonderful birthday (May 13th) filled with family, friends, fishing, fjords and lots of beer or Scotch or drink of choice. Being that it's your birthday and you are the kind and wonderful Overlord of Norwegia, I'd also like a little forgiveness for altering the infamous Lumberjack song just for you. Couldn't help myself. It's a classic. 
...With that, Captain Isa runs away very quickly in hopes neither Sam nor anyone from Monty Python find her hiding in the ship's hold with a barrel of rum.
