*ding*ding*
Ahoy you ... you ... you . p p p ppp p i pi pire... I just can't.
Okay big breath.
Ahoy you ... enthusiastic yet sad bunch of DAWS! Let's get this adventure started!

Off you go, into a boat, no cars, no internet, no luxuries. (But I do have some eyeliner for everyone.) Toss in a couple of prop skeletons and a bucket of maggots and away we go.

Welcome to Dominica. A pirates paradise. Like my chest?
The chest of Zanzibar is nice too, eh?

After splitting you up into tribes teams you got to search for actual gold pieces, during the reward challenge first treasure hunt.
It would seem the red team is better... No wait. It would seem that John is better then everyone else. What exactly does a scientist/erotic dancer bring to the table that others do not? Muscle? Brains? Whispers? A Compass?

Back in the real world...
Good goin' on the promotion JD...er Cap'n JoeDon. You're off to a rousing start. And with 20,000 in your pocket and a chip on your shoulder, I'm already doubting your ability to hold onto the job for long. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Oh and nice job on the cushy side positions there Ben and Cheryl.
Shant be too unlivable eating a bigger share of the captians crumbs, ay?

What'd you all think of Pirates Court? A big shout-out to whoever did the lighting.
Perfect.
It was subtle but really showed off my shimmering lead head perfectly.

Sorry about the black mark/scare there Joy and Rupert...uh sorry. Joy and Louie. Black marks are ugly, but not always fatal.
As MB can surely attest to, we don't want to lose either of you just yet. So here's some dramamine for Joy and some positive editing for Rup...er Louie. *I gotta stop doing that.*

Okay everybody gather round, it's now time to give the old HeaveHo to John Geekdancer.
And what a moroni...heroic gesture to try and mutiny on the first night. hahaha. Uh sorry John. Mounting a mutiny isn't a solo job.
Cap'n JoeDon? Would you take the honor of slicing through the rope and setting the esoteric romancer adrift? The ship is sailing on without you, John.

Alas, I hardly miss ye'.

You can call me Daddo.