NaBloPoMo Post #19 - Avast, Ye Scurvy Dogs!

Sorry for the short post last night - I had to go swab a poop deck.

While working in Student Activities at Pepperdine, I was suckered into accepted a request to become the faculty/staff advisor for the Swashbuckler Society, a group of "pirate aficionados" whose primary activities would be eating rum cake and watching pirate movies.  It wasn't as weird as it sounds, truly, and the students organizing it were good peeps.  The sole rum cake I was aware of was ordered with club dues early in the year, came through our office, and was inspected for its actual rum content (Pepperdine being a dry campus) before being passed along.  Even the president of the club was overwhelmed by the powerful rum stank and passed it up.  I was familiar with a grandmother-made rum cake that was more like a vanilla bunt cake with a bit of a glaze...this thing was lethally infused by people who meant business. 

Anyway, the club lasted a year, and participated in one big event - an SGA sponsored showing of the newly-released first Pirates of the Caribbean movie in Alumni Park.  The night was cool, and the fog illuminated the projector's beam onto the big screen in front of us in a delightfully eerie way, adding to the deliciously spooky feel of the opening of the film.  The Swashbucklers dressed up and sold "grog" to benefit their charity, the Military Widows and Orphans Society (because dead men tell no tales, and they don't bring home a paycheck, either.)

So. That's my pirate story.  I always wanted them to organize a campus-wide sacking of the dorms, coordinated with the fencing club, that involved fundraising to avoid having the dorms scuttled or the resident advisors taken hostage.  Can you imagine the (prearranged and rehearsed, of course) hysterical theatrics of a sword fight on the overlooking hallway above the dorm lobby, and wenches being carried off?