Sunday Sweets: Shiver Me Sweets

Good grief, are you STILL talking like a pirate? You know that ended yesterday, right?

Yes, alright, I suppose I can humor you for a little longer.

Behold, some of the sweetest ships to sail the seven seas!

These first two have the added bonus of being fondant-free. It's nice to know you can still craft a tasty craft using only buttercream.

(Made by Cakes with Character in New York)

So cute!

Those of you who enjoyed my "Boston in the fall" line yesterday will appreciate this one:

Yep, it's the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything! Love it. The wooden planks and overall design of the ship are simply superb, too. Clearly this baker does far more than stay home and lie around.

Here's the most elegant ship design I've seen:

(Submitted by Kelinda S. & made by Cake Opera Co.)

Wowza. That hand painting is exquisite.

Time for a little booty!

This amazing pirate chest was Felicia Day's birthday cake, and is posted on her Flickr stream. Melissa G. submitted it, but I don't see a baker listed. Anyone know?

And lastly, no pirate post is complete without a treasure map:

(Submitted by Ashley B. & made by Jillian's Cupcakery)

Awesome.

Oh, and as usual, if you know who made one of today's sweets (and it isn't already listed) be sure to let me know.

Have a Sweet to nominate? Send it to me at Sunday Sweets [at] Cake Wrecks [dot] com.

- Similar Sweets: (Dr.) Horrible Sunday Sweets

To Err is Human, To Arr is Pirate

Ahoy, ye mangy landlubbers! Do ye not know what today is?

Oh, ye be wanting a hint, do ye?

Blimey, that poop deck makes it clear as bilge water, aye? It's International Talk Like A Pirate Day, a'course!

Now, how many doubloons am I offered for this winsome wench? Ye did ask for the redhead, did ye not?

Nay?

What else could ye be wanting, ye scurvy dogs? P'raps...some scurvy dogs?

Skull and crossbones me arse: Those be the Dread Pirate Scotties!

Avast, every Buccaneer needs a shipshape Man O' War, savvy?

Blow me down, what hornswagglery is this? The bilge-sucking scallywag responsible must be found, hung from the yardarm, keelhauled, and then made to walk the plank! Arrr!

OR...we could let the Kraken send him down to Davy Jones' locker:

Aye, me hearties; dead men fell no sails.

Allison F., Mandy R., Alana F., Suzanne B., & Laura G., I've never been to Boston in the fall. How 'bout you?

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