Me, Max and Nick; Pirates of the Carribean.

Sitting in the canteen yesterday the three of us; Me, Max and Nick formulated a plan to escape not only the rigours of daily college life but of Irish life in general. Having briefly considered the honourable thing, hara-kiri, plunging swords into our collective abdomens, instead we settled on the hijacking of Irish Ferries flag-ship, the Swift. After hours of research and carefully thought out tactics we decided the best way to steal would be to pose as would-be backpackers and bludgeon the captain on the back of the head with a giant wooden spoon. We would then produce our own captain, Ian(stolen from college) who would initially navigate until we reached levels of similar proficiency, he would then be murdered bloodily. Having acquired the ship and relied on Irelands lack of initiative to make our escape, we would set a course for the Carribean, thus completing the latter part of our name,'.....the Carribean'. Once there we would engage in wholesale piracy ending with our to be fabled demise amidst the brothels and booze of Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands. Anything to get outta college.