Capt. Sterling

Bowsing Ken

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Moved the content of the thread Tis awful quiet in here, as we do not wish to accused of hijacking their thread... of course we already had so that would be true, but any way...

bbcdutchman posted: oh fine, its been a whole two weeks since i've upset someone............

oi sterling, ye one eyed flat toed lubber.........

Silkie posted: Oi! Dutch ..wot er ya doin ere? Wontin t'cause trouble again?

bbcdutchman posted:wanted to check on sterling and see how his gimpy footed self was doing after that burning and itching episode. but he went off line as soon as i showed up. tsk- figures

Capt. Sterling posted: Oi what ye be wantin ye rosewater sailor?

bbcdutchman posted: oi, how goes it ya surly idleheaded foot licker. i understand tis cold weather where yer lady, er what ever she is... have ye darned her socks yet???

Capt. Sterling posted: Ah Butter Box, ye 'ector ye. Such a 'en 'earted fellow indeed..... me foot tis a stabbing and shooting pain, ye must be confusing that with yer issue of burning and itching, since ye be already burnt... tis them buntlings ye are always under that does it to ye... as fer "my" lady. She be no more than a buttock and sham file. Being a cockish wench, she were always the buttered bun... so I cut 'er adrift... be yers fer the taking, I am done with 'er. But from the likes of yer condition, seems ye already done so... 'aven't ye 'eard of using a sheath?

Captain Jim posted: "ye one eyed flat toed lubber..."

"ye rosewater sailor?"

'Tis good to see the insults are getting better in here...

Capt. Sterling posted:

And listen 'ere to the cock of the company... such a cod's 'ead ye are Jamie...

bbcdutchman posted: listen here you goatish swag bellied clap-dish. leave my buntlings out of this and butter your own buns! There ye go picking on poor capn' jim, why he cant help being as bright as a snuffed candle. If I had want of the opinion of a braying mule, I'd have asked of yours!

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Ye bottle headed, born under a threepenny halfpenny planet, horse marine! If Jamie 'as a 'ankerin fer a round of words, I shall not be denying 'im. Jamie knows 'es way around a phrase, unlike ye, who 'ave gone off 'arum scarum.

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why you fen-tucked sagtail!!!! If the cook made the gluttony, you made the disease.

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Ah now there ye be wrong...I were well aware that Madam Ran were a mace cove,.. tis no no-nose club fer me!

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fobbing toad-spotted boar-pig!!! a no-nosed mace cove indeed, why the stench is what leads me to ye after a blotted night. else ye would have been pressed to a goat boat by now.

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Sacheverel! Ye be such a royster...although methinks ye have made a fine barnacle of it. As fer the mistress, turns out she were as common as a barber's chair. I am past 'er, I'll be gettin no more bastardly gullion by 'er. But enough of all this then, there be a balum rancum this fine night... twould be wise fer ye to come along with me... since the buntlings are off fer this affair!

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ohh a night on the town with sterling.. well now does that not make one wish for anything else.. i have as much faith in ye as stewed prunes. ye are indeed a tedious horseback breaker.

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I would not be callin a balum rancum any old ordinary night on the town... but if ye be more than half seas over, mayhaps twould be understandin... but since ye are not and ye wish to hang an arse rather than accompany me, then tis off to the mollies clubs fer the likes of ye...

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Geeze Butter Box, did I stump ye? ;):huh: Tis scary to think we might be related...

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no limp foot, i had to get ready to earn my keep. I have no interest in dancing... now the ladies may be of interest to you- i'll keep the mercury and laudum handy. I am quite comfy with my grace.

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And aye ye should be... she's a good one that Grace and a damned fortunate man ye are... 'old on tight to that one, never let 'er go and never give 'er cause to question ye, nothing nor no one would be worth the risk of losing 'er...

Remember I be waiting in the wings fer 'er if ye done be a blunderbuss where she be concerned...

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aye she is rather content with me blunderbuss and me musket... fortunately, I am not the whoofer. not that its any of your concern anyhow ye beslubbering common-kissing lout.

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Ye tantadlin tart, get yerself a dictionary... :P and I no longer be kissing anything common... done with that I am...

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hey hey now- keep it civil!!! I have no need of a dictionary thank you. I have medicine for that thank you.

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ROTDLMAO!!!!

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wot????they have medicine for those ary dickies now. that and silk drawers, its a dandy life fer me. as i've always told you. your brain and your beauty go not together.

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Wait...wait...having a blond moment here... I understand Grace having brains and beauty but...but...ahem... ye? Now that be stretchings a bit too far says I. Come now, don't ye think Bend Over?

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i was talking of your not togethers....................................... oh look, a leaf. let me get that.

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**Sterling can only roll his eyes as all the girls sigh and start drooling**

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tis not my fault. as i recall was a female from your crew to blame that put me back in the river for round two of the wet t-shirt contest. grass must be greener in the other camp. come to think of it.. .those were squeals rather than cheers when we went over. oh look another leaf................. ye yeasty weather ridden maggot pie

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Hold! Ye went in the river a second time and I MISSED IT! Fire and damnation..ye pox ridden, baker knee'd whelp, this had not be yet another banbury story of a cock and a bull!

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uhhhhh- you went with me the second time. seems we were both nudged as i recall. the first was saturday night with the snotties. ah the body begins to go, then the brain... tisk tisk, why next well be putting a bell round yer neck to keep you from wandering off through the pastures.

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Ah no, now I were told that ye went swimming the first time, not that ye went arsy varsey into the drink. So dandy prat, they got the better of ye twice... and ye are rattle pated enough to admit it.

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my good frothy lily-livered skainsmate, i voluntarily went in the drink the first time as to appease the snotties who wished to experience chilly water. I must confess that I was not taken back when yours opted out of the venture. in an effort to keep mums house dry (i'm considerate like that), I doffed my dripping, clingy shirt at the door and was proceeding through the kitchen to my chamber for a fresh garment, when I was amazed at the swooning and fits of vapors running rampant among the feminine variety!!!!!! It was trully a sight to behold!!! why i came just short of offering to revive one of the fine lasses. fortunately, as i caught her the shock wore off and she insisted that she would be fine after laying in my arms for some time to recover. The young vixen did offer to let me blow into necessary regions if I needed practice. Why, I'm quite certain that there was something noxious in the stew that forenoon. As to the second dousing- well that goes without saying.

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Ah tis good to know that young Mr. Merriweather had more sense than yer fart catchers, or ye yerself. As a sheep's head ye ramble on, twas only the horror of seeing yer eye sore of a ill nourished, pox ridden form that sent them poor she nappers into such a tizzy.

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