Just curious… how often did pirates follow the Bible?
August 31, 2025 at 9:29 pm
Heltau
Does this passage of Genesis 2:24, mean that you are required to have intercourse with a woman?
August 31, 2025 at 10:57 am
JTC
That biblical quote is of course not the same; other passages make that clear. As to us earthly ones, we can manipulate meanings to suit our context, but Webster has it down:
“One’s own flesh and blood” is a phrase used to refer to someone’s kindred or close family. It emphasizes a biological or genetic connection and a strong, often unbreakable, familial bond. It typically refers to immediate family members, such as your children, siblings, or parents, with a biological tie: The phrase stresses that the relationship is by birth rather than marriage or adoption.”
Many pirates were independent operators pillaging at will for plunder and ransom, sort of like ‘somalia’s navy’ today, but many other pirates were only missing a proper ‘letter of marque’ to be gov’t employees…and some were still given a pass without one, as long as they only captured the right ships. Some were even tasked with hunting down other pirates acting ‘inappropriately’ with the gov’t either taking credit for their actions or using it as an excuse to increase patrols (and inspection fees) on innocent commerce…then, 300 years later, the dime store novels and after Hollywood got ahold of it, that was that.
August 31, 2025 at 9:54 am
WayneM
“The code is more what you’d call ‘guidelines’ than actual rules,”~Captain Hector Barbossa
Guys, My wife and I had to euthenize our boon companion, Simon, last night. Our kitty was in pain from complications from cancer and diabetes. He was a joy to be around and was always loving no matter what. We could use your prayers about now. Thanks.
Condolences on the loss of your pet and family member. It is always hard to have them euthanized, even when we know we are making the right decision at the time. He will be waiting at the Rinbow Bridge with your previous companions to greet you when you time comes.
I’m so sorry for your loss of Simon. I know what it is to lose a loving pet. My Spike died three years ago and I still miss him.
My husband and I rescued him as a tiny kitten from a tree in a motel parking lot, in the middle of the night. We had him for 14 years. He was one of those cats that was more like a dog than a cat. He even played fetch. He must have been an escapee, because he turned out to be a purebred Somali, although we didn’t find that out for a couple of years. I have never stopped missing him and never will.
Some pets make a mark on your life. At least your Simon had a good life and was well loved. You and he will be in my prayers.
It never gets easier. In fact, with each pet I outlive, when I have to make that hard choice for them, it seems harder. I’ve almost always had a cat, a dog, or both. The wife is already planning for the next dog (her prefered pet) as her beagle grows aged. It will be a rescue, according to the wife.
Oh my friend, I know that feeling all to well…..deepest condolences and prayers for you and yours at the departure of Simon. Be comforted though by the knowledge that he’s no longer suffering and that your helping him cross the Rainbow Bridge was the deepest and sincerest act of love you could possibly show.
To Son of Valkyrie, many of us have had to wish our friends good buy and grant them surcease from the sorrows of this life. It hurts each and every time. But the balance, ah, the balance. All the joys, the frustrations, the laughs, the calming influences, the bumps and tongue kisses…. Fare thee well, good and faithful friend.
Elvis died Thursday lying next to my wife on the sofa.
He was a stray that adopted us about four years ago. He was named Elvis because he was white with an unruly shock of black hair, a fat face, and most importantly he sang, not at all the normal cat call but a loud rolling sound, we knew he was coming around for dinner long before he actually showed up.
In the last few years he was secure enough with our gentleness and the acceptance of our old Doxie and Chihuahua/dingo mix, that he came into the patio by the pool to hang around and sometimes slip into the house for a while.
A month or so ago he just quit eating, and he had always loved his dinner. After several days Wife started giving his some cat food juice with a syringe but he wouldn’t take much, and mostly just lay around sleeping in one place or another. His last two days he stayed on the couch next to her, just laying there so motionless she had to check to be sure he was breathing, until on her final check while she was talking to our daughter on the phone, he wasn’t; Daughter knew right away from Wife’s choked voice and said good bye to let her hold him, which she did for the rest of the night.
We don’t know what he was ill with, he had not been to the vet but there has been a bout of feline leukemia lately and his actions did seem to match the described symptoms, not much you can do. We don’t know his age, probably around ten or so now we think, but other than battle wounds from neighbor and stray cat skirmishes, he acted strong and healthy until recently.
He’s wrapped in the chest freezer in the garage now, waiting for Wife to return from a prearranged weekend visit with the second daughter in Oldsmar (Tampa) for us to lay him down in the landscape mound in the yard that has become a well-kept pet cemetery; Elvis will be the fifth resident there…have to leave room for the old Dachshund though, Ozzy turned 19 on July 4th and is okay but mostly deaf and blind and his old spine that underwent life-sustaining surgery 5 years ago (he was Son’s dog then who insisted over my advice on spending over 5K for that), can no longer keep him walking and getting around that well…he’s always been partly my dog and full time for several years after son married and became a daddy. Old dog adores me and is my constant shadow and grieves when I’m gone, just unconditional love.
Sorry for the book y’all, kind of my deal, and the whole cat thing, hurtful enough on its own, really brought the old Doxie’s mortality home.
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I love happy endings.
Your woman is a great mate…
But she is not your flesh’n blood.
Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.
Genesis 2:24
Just curious… how often did pirates follow the Bible?
Does this passage of Genesis 2:24, mean that you are required to have intercourse with a woman?
That biblical quote is of course not the same; other passages make that clear. As to us earthly ones, we can manipulate meanings to suit our context, but Webster has it down:
“One’s own flesh and blood” is a phrase used to refer to someone’s kindred or close family. It emphasizes a biological or genetic connection and a strong, often unbreakable, familial bond. It typically refers to immediate family members, such as your children, siblings, or parents, with a biological tie: The phrase stresses that the relationship is by birth rather than marriage or adoption.”
Actually, they held formal Sunday services.
Some Pirates even had schooling classes. In French, Spanish, and English.
Most weren’t ignorant. They could assess, and establish who were valuable hostages to take.
It also allowed them to switch languages so hostages couldn’t understand.
Patois developed this way too. One part ease, one part necessity, and one part to confuse listeners.
Add in code words and nicknames…
Many pirates were independent operators pillaging at will for plunder and ransom, sort of like ‘somalia’s navy’ today, but many other pirates were only missing a proper ‘letter of marque’ to be gov’t employees…and some were still given a pass without one, as long as they only captured the right ships. Some were even tasked with hunting down other pirates acting ‘inappropriately’ with the gov’t either taking credit for their actions or using it as an excuse to increase patrols (and inspection fees) on innocent commerce…then, 300 years later, the dime store novels and after Hollywood got ahold of it, that was that.
“The code is more what you’d call ‘guidelines’ than actual rules,”~Captain Hector Barbossa
“Let women steer,
Death is near!”
Goes with:
“From rocks and reefs and other griefs,
May the Good Lord set me free.
And from Great Guns and Women’s Tongues,
Good God deliver me!”
Zar Belk!
Looks like someone’s going to be boarded and her timbers shivered…again.
He called for the plank, but she is calling for the rod and staff…
If we’re twisting biblical passages, that’s a good one to use.
Guys, My wife and I had to euthenize our boon companion, Simon, last night. Our kitty was in pain from complications from cancer and diabetes. He was a joy to be around and was always loving no matter what. We could use your prayers about now. Thanks.
Condolences on the loss of your pet and family member. It is always hard to have them euthanized, even when we know we are making the right decision at the time. He will be waiting at the Rinbow Bridge with your previous companions to greet you when you time comes.
I’m so sorry for your loss of Simon. I know what it is to lose a loving pet. My Spike died three years ago and I still miss him.
My husband and I rescued him as a tiny kitten from a tree in a motel parking lot, in the middle of the night. We had him for 14 years. He was one of those cats that was more like a dog than a cat. He even played fetch. He must have been an escapee, because he turned out to be a purebred Somali, although we didn’t find that out for a couple of years. I have never stopped missing him and never will.
Some pets make a mark on your life. At least your Simon had a good life and was well loved. You and he will be in my prayers.
You kept the hardest part of the Pledge:
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Zar Belk.
All cats go to Heaven.
It never gets easier. In fact, with each pet I outlive, when I have to make that hard choice for them, it seems harder. I’ve almost always had a cat, a dog, or both. The wife is already planning for the next dog (her prefered pet) as her beagle grows aged. It will be a rescue, according to the wife.
Thoughts and prayers, Son of Valkyrie.
Oh my friend, I know that feeling all to well…..deepest condolences and prayers for you and yours at the departure of Simon. Be comforted though by the knowledge that he’s no longer suffering and that your helping him cross the Rainbow Bridge was the deepest and sincerest act of love you could possibly show.
Praying.
To Son of Valkyrie, many of us have had to wish our friends good buy and grant them surcease from the sorrows of this life. It hurts each and every time. But the balance, ah, the balance. All the joys, the frustrations, the laughs, the calming influences, the bumps and tongue kisses…. Fare thee well, good and faithful friend.
Elvis died Thursday lying next to my wife on the sofa.
He was a stray that adopted us about four years ago. He was named Elvis because he was white with an unruly shock of black hair, a fat face, and most importantly he sang, not at all the normal cat call but a loud rolling sound, we knew he was coming around for dinner long before he actually showed up.
In the last few years he was secure enough with our gentleness and the acceptance of our old Doxie and Chihuahua/dingo mix, that he came into the patio by the pool to hang around and sometimes slip into the house for a while.
A month or so ago he just quit eating, and he had always loved his dinner. After several days Wife started giving his some cat food juice with a syringe but he wouldn’t take much, and mostly just lay around sleeping in one place or another. His last two days he stayed on the couch next to her, just laying there so motionless she had to check to be sure he was breathing, until on her final check while she was talking to our daughter on the phone, he wasn’t; Daughter knew right away from Wife’s choked voice and said good bye to let her hold him, which she did for the rest of the night.
We don’t know what he was ill with, he had not been to the vet but there has been a bout of feline leukemia lately and his actions did seem to match the described symptoms, not much you can do. We don’t know his age, probably around ten or so now we think, but other than battle wounds from neighbor and stray cat skirmishes, he acted strong and healthy until recently.
He’s wrapped in the chest freezer in the garage now, waiting for Wife to return from a prearranged weekend visit with the second daughter in Oldsmar (Tampa) for us to lay him down in the landscape mound in the yard that has become a well-kept pet cemetery; Elvis will be the fifth resident there…have to leave room for the old Dachshund though, Ozzy turned 19 on July 4th and is okay but mostly deaf and blind and his old spine that underwent life-sustaining surgery 5 years ago (he was Son’s dog then who insisted over my advice on spending over 5K for that), can no longer keep him walking and getting around that well…he’s always been partly my dog and full time for several years after son married and became a daddy. Old dog adores me and is my constant shadow and grieves when I’m gone, just unconditional love.
Sorry for the book y’all, kind of my deal, and the whole cat thing, hurtful enough on its own, really brought the old Doxie’s mortality home.
I am so sorry about Elvis. All of you are in our prayers.
Thank you Sir. And you and your wife are in ours, we all know Simon and Elvis are in a better place now, maybe playing together!
And you are in ours!!
I pray that all the good creatures we have known that He has created are eternal, and will greet us when we get home.
Son of Valkyrie, condolences and prayers.