Angus Lasseter

Aye... That be the way of it... I like ow this man thinks, I do... point a fact, we er, kinda, er look alike too... *ahem* Ye'd look good wi' an eye-patch... Ransom, na worries lass... we all get grumpy n' such...

Hmmm I thought Habour Masters were some what synonymous with Tax collector?? Oh no, ye didn't just say that! So yer sayin' I'd be collectin' an Harbour (not Habour) Tax? Only thing I'd be collectin' is room n' board (wine, women, an' song mebee as well Heheheh) Mind ye, Harbour Masters an' Pilots did collect a fee fer pilotin' a ship safely ta port... But that's just gettin' paid fer a job... Ixnay on the axtay ollectorpay!

Am I posting in the dark, here? Okay, I guess there could be more than one pilot. As ye be sayin' When yer in port... An' as I be seein' it, if yer not in port, ye can't do th' job, so....... Mebbe I should take on bein' th' Harbour Master then? Doin' alla th' upkeep o' th' Harbour, makin' sure th' bouys ha'n't shifted er been carried off, checkin' ta see if any sandbars done appeared er shifted. Aye, lotsa work ta be done in an Harbour, a right full-time operation! A fellow Pilot er th' Harbour Master, whichever, I'm easy.

Aww, mu' brudder be so kind... I c'n happily be th' Harbour Pilot fer this here towne. Humm...... Mister Pew, yer eeestablishment seems ta be gettin' mighty full. Be there a room fer another? I gots a wee boat ta sail out ta thems in need o pilotin'...

Aye, tis goode ta be back aboot this fyne establishment... Wassat Lad? Binness ta discuss? Ray! Keep 'r tankards full an' you'll be a 'appy man! Sos will th' rest o' us! Now Cap'n PEW, talk ta me...

Oh don' ye gimme tha', lad... Yer 'appy ta tipple no matter wot th' occasion... So stop talkin' t' Da and drynk up!

Waste not, want not... Pass't o'er 'ere then...

Why Thankee Hildekitt'n... And Miss McDonough! Plyin' m'wit poocheen are ye! Such fyne compn'y.... fyne indeed! Master Callenish! Thatnkee kindly wit yer compliments! long as I gots a purse ta 'ave a drynk on, that ye shall 'ave!

Weeeellll... th' Lad musta done sumthin' right ta get such a title, but aye... Agreed... Capt'n ain't much wi'out a goodly crew and fine ship 'neath 'im! Iffn' Tha' brudder o' mine has done such, my hat's off to 'im! Well, if I had a hat, it would be... Tis gettin' warm in 'ere is it not?

Aye... Relat'd I be ta... Wot's 'isss? Captain Dorian Lasseter? Hermmm... So he dun moved up in th' world since we last seen each ot'er... Aye, twins, more 'r less identical, cept fer me leg... an... well... (ahem) ne'er ye mind... Ohh this be nice... th' place be swarmin' wit da woman-folk... An' Ill be buyin' th' drynk fair lassey.... *wink* Rumba, lass... I thank ye fer the welcome back, to th' pub... been quite a while since I 'ad me foot in this fyne place.... Now... Slainte!

Wooooooo!!!!! Dai Duit, Lassey!!! Oh, 'ave a care I donna accident'ly step on yer wit m'wooden leg 'ere.... Aye! Drink Up, Drink Up!!! Soooo... ye seen me brudder aboot?

Aye Boughs n' Gels... Been 'way fer a lang time... h'n't found a prop'r berth ta get m'back 'ere til now.... oooo... lotsa new physionimies 'ere an' aboot.... Come now, 'ave a drink on me coin! Ray! ol' Bough, ya still 'ere?! Fancy tha'! Here be some gold, serve all 'round! Life's a bowl a roses!!! Slainte!!!

Aye Royaliste, Ye be takin' th' words right oot o' me mouth.... (wenches, wenches ev'ry where....)

I suppose we all be mad fer likin' th' wind howlin' in our faces, th' rain lashin' at us, an' the sea tossin' about th' deck!!! Folks afeared of a wee bit o' rain... pity, wot, they gonna melt! Aye lass, I expect ye ta be stared at iff'n yer gonna hold yer own private wet chamise contest :)

Bugger th' English? Bugger th' English?!?! Why does ye want ta bugger th' english? On occasion I'd like ta send 'em ta see ol' Scratch, but never ta bugger 'em... A'course They doesn't hafta be on'y English, they can be French, Spanish, Dutch... th' list goes on... Unless they be in th' sweet trade, on Me ship, or one o' me compatriots vessel's.... Then, they be part o' the Brethern...