William Brand

Butter?

Would you like bread with that?

Sorry, I've been out for a day or two. I'm glad everyone had such wonderful birthdays. Today's special is spagetti with meatballs.

You are most welcome, Cap'n. Most welcome, indeed. But please leave the drinks one at a time.

This is the jack of Captain P.E.W. Aye.

The Tsunami Kate is temporarily closed. The entire kitchen staff is over in Rabble Rousing catering for a birthday party.

Awww no. It's nothing at all. In fact I waszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Tired...I'm feedin the baby and it's five in the morning. Aye...zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Today's special is...mmmm I'm already drooling. ROAST BEEF! The special comes with a side of asparagus and baked potato.

The sculpture is the better of the two in my opinion. The leaning, off-kilter look.

Not to be confused with arse and all. Here are a few of my happy acquisitions. My bearded axe made by a man named Wolf. I carved the knotwork in a rough celtic style to give the axe an overall antiqued appearance. Here is a detail of the same piece. These are two of 8 knives that I have acquired from my friend Big Mike. The smaller "Trade Knife" is my most recent addition. Drat I spelled arsenal wrong.

Yes. Patrick is right. That's the other thing about paint. It won't FLAP. Banner's and wall hangings should be painted. Of course if it is a little white paint on a black field it isn't so bad, but cloth whips around in a high wind and gives you that all important satisfying flutter.

I've used a simple outdoor latex paint before on a heavy canvas and it stood up to the rain. Still, I don't know how well that would weather over time and it isn't terribly authentic.

What loot did you get for your birthday, Cap'n Morgan?

Pestulant Hang About. Loitering Layabout. I'm more of a Lingering Odor.

You'll be a scourge of the seven seas by this time next year! Aye.

Aye. A toast...to birthdays, bottomless money purses, and long life.

Niiiiiice, and strangely appropriate for virtual pirates.

Today's Special is Hula Dance... And Hawaiian Kabobs

You're welcome. Besides, you're only as old as you feel. Last night at two in the morning, I was 184.

I plan to do both a painted and a sewn version of each. The painted version is going to be about nine by twelve feet. I'm going to cover a wall with it.

Thanks for the compliments. I also like the crossed pistols best, but you can never have too many jacks. Aye.

No, lass. I was having one of "those" days. You can stay as long as you like.

The most interesting thing about this thread are the fair numbers of people who justify that they are redheads or who seem uncertain. If you are a redhead, you...are...a...redhead. You don't need to say...it looks brighter in the sun. You don't need to say...I dye it. You should never say...I guess so. You are or are not a redhead. If you "Guess you are" or "Sort-of are" then you probably are not. I burst into flame in direct sunlight. I am a redhead.

And would you like anything to drink with that?