Pirate Capt. Farrelly says "Walk the plank ye dirty sea dogs!"
The APT Curse sails on... Tis a tale to turn yer hair grey and make yer blood run cold. Tis a tale not meant for twilight hours, when the wind gusts and the taste of salt on ye lips can be felt. A tale to frighten small children, and stiffen the backs of the heartiest of souls. Tis the tale of the Pirate Capt. Farrelly and the fateful voyage of his poker playin companions. It was all aboard at the port of Neville . Six shipmates headed off to the fabled BBQ Island . But who knew then what fate had in store? Who could foreshadow the trickery and the treachery? And who could have foretold..... The CURSE!!!!! With full bellies and full pockets the crew turned to the rogues favourite past time, No-Limit Buccaneers Holdem. The youngest of the crew, the cabin boy, had come off a successful win the previous week at Pirates Cove. Little did he know the APT Curse would strike one so young and innocent. Having barely spoken the words "Has anyone had back to back wins" He was...