Pirate Dojo: hitting each other with sticks for fun and profit

A friend of mine from university started this up in CT, and I'm trying to get a dojo going here in Charleston. C'mon onboard. Let's bring a bit of the raucous, hack-and-slash, take-no-prisoners, faux-maritime, geekily-historicalish, cathartic, full-tilt, absurdist martial art to Chucktown. We're insane, but we're okay with that. Some say it's part of our unique piratical charm.

I won't have gear to lend people, but at this session we can at least talk about what's involved, get some inertia going to get this game rolling, and talk about crazy ideas for what we want out of the game. Stress relief? Fun? A chance to muck about with sticks? Wear funny clothes? Not wear funny clothes? To yell "YAR!" a lot at the top of your lungs?

From the facebook page:

Pirates would have honed their cutlass skills at the games of singlestick and
backsword... So we play those and specialize to fight supervicious in situations
where there is no room to move (say, a naval battle). It is also the only form of fencing
(or martial art) I know of that can be learned in about an hour, as it is basically a game of
cracking each other in the head with wooden sticks. It was once one of the most
popular sports in England and early America, and was still kept in some fencing sals until
the 1920s, until the discontinuation of the Boy Scout merit badge. It was an olympic sport
once, back in 1904, when it was already in decline. Only Americans competed in the event,
and therefore Albertson Von Zo Post (Who won the gold) in order to not make it look too
slanted, competed for Cuba. ...

Pirate Dojo is not for everyone. We are the losers; the guys that got rejected or thrown out
of the other dojo, the guys that like the Pirate Dojo style and wouldn't go anywhere else.
We live hard and die harder. We party like vikings, hang ten like surfers and die like flies
in the grand demolition derby we call "life."

While that standard dojo is replete
with rigorous, regimented, disciplined social behavior, we are footloose, fly-by-the-seat-of-our pants,
devil-may-care roughnecks, streetwise danger dogs ready to throw down with a madly swinging
cutlass in one hand and beer and pizza in the other. ...

We are second-string, lovable, shoot-from-the-hip Bohemians from the world's mill towns,
suburbs, bowling alleys and mental wards, gathered under the black flag of our pirate ancestors
to lower the boom and lay down the smack in the most bumbling, draconian, slipshod, drunken,
thuggish and politically incorrect ways possible. ...

Does this sound like you?

You may already be one of us.

All are welcome and encouraged to participate.