First mate Jeramiah

Out of the water staggers a well drunk and tired pyrate. "Bloody ell that were a long swim, ifin it wern't fer me rum nay do I think I would have made it." Collapsing to the sand he grabs a bottle from his vest and takes a long pull from it be for his head hits the sand in a deep slumber.

pass me a fork will ye!

mmmmmmmmm gooey cluster darigold ice cream..... chocolate ice cream with caramel marshmelow cream and chocolate covered peanutes...mmmmmmmmmmmm

*sets 'im self down by the fire* Tis a lovely night anyone care for a smore?

passing traffic..

right then, where did i put that bloody squeeze box?? Ray another rum to help me mind remember and help me playin when i do.

better

well meet there mate, good ta see another fine pyrate buyin' drinks. I'll take a rum ifn ye dont mind ray, here be to ye Master Moon... Cheers!

death comes to us all, swifter and kinder to some, agonizing and painful to others, but then there are those who are dead befor they die.

wow wernt aware there be so much tied into a bit o' extra cloth on me britches where in i can keep me keys safe and me money hid. As fer me garb i have inplace hidden pockes on me jerkin and i also use pouches and i really just like to tuck stuff inside o me jerkin its like one big pocket.

this place have some o' the best food ever!

have a drink on me Scarlet

watching king of the hill

sad

hmmmm... i better start workin out.