Thumbcutter Good and Beardless

[Sylvrfalcn]

Always been sort of spontaneous, been known to jump up and go walk twenty miles 'cause I "felt like it". Saw my little God niece yesterday, and at first she flat out didn't know me, was scared to even come up to me. 'Course as soon as it finally dawned on her who's voice it was coming from this strange, hairy, beast, she giggled with glee and came running to hop in my lap. That was enough for me, time for the beard to go bye bye. Even with my good Italian scissors and my best Sheffield straight razor, the ordeal was a bit tricky and painful, but now when I look in the mirror I recognize the fellow looking back. Just a simple country lad, alas, dread pirate no more.

Sarge

 

[munk]

It's fun playing around with image.


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[Fiddleback]

I remember when my dad used to shave off his mustache every once in a blue moon I would have to do a double take to recognize him. Funny to think about really. I was probably 12 when he did it the first time. I had no idea what his top lip looked like.

 

[Kismet]

Aye, I knew 'em, Thumbcutter Goodbeard, a savage man, he were.

Disappeared one day, he did.

Gentle as a kitten at times, then, fearsome in his wrath and relentless in his vengence, the man was. Stropped his steel on his face, he did.

The High Seas of Texas are safer now; but the wenches still sigh when his name is mentioned.

They say his spirit is sailing on dark and turbulent nights.