Hunting Hawk

Fine work indeed lad. It shows a twisted mind, much like me own.

I would like to sell some o my work, but me first mate won't let me. They always seems to go to family members. Aaaarrrggghhh!

Hmmm, I know a few pirates ye can barbeque.

Rumba Rue

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No good, too tough to eat.

An' 'ere I be just canceled me cable. Where cin I buy a copy o the show?

A fine frock it be ladd. though I too have a crick in me neck from tryin to look at it side ways. Arrrgghhhh!

'appy birthday sir, an let's not forget Goldie Hawkins and Blackhearted Pearl.  A birthday party fer three, I better get a bigger tankard. :angry:  

Gh's isn't for another week, there matey.. Jewels is this Thursday.

Aye an Black Hearted Pearl aint til June 2nd. But what kind o pirates are we ifen we cant keep a party goin that long?

'appy birthday sir, an let's not forget Goldie Hawkins and Blackhearted Pearl. A birthday party fer three, I better get a bigger tankard. :angry:

Me mates an' me are plannin' a pirate feast. Since I 'ave more experience eatin' than cookin', I were wonderin' if any o ye could 'elp with some ideas fer cookin'.

I think mine would be a toss up between

Captain Blood

Treasure Island

and

Captains Courageous

It be a tough call, but since I got one o' them new fangled VCR machines I don't gotta choose wat movie house ta go ta.

Aye Black Jack, I'll be buyin ye a round fer the day. We don't stop celebratin' till the rums gone.

Why would the rum be gone?

Loaded or no, they won't allow any gun on board, not even flintlock. They also won't allow no blades. Ye can check them as baggage, but no carry on.

Nay, sir it only mentions guns.

Aye, Tiny. That reminds me o' me safe sex talk with me daughter's lads. Only one sentence.

"No sex with my daughter is safe, savvy?"

Of course it helps punctuate if ye be sharpenin' yer cutlass at the time ye say it.

I wondered what that were when I first sar it. After thinkin bout it fer awhile though, I think that the only thing it could be, is a whale bone stay from some lady's corsette. It just don't look like nothin else to me.

Are ye talkin booty as in plunder/swag/shiny bits? Or are ye talking booty as in boo-TAY/naughty bits?

Either way, I ain't tellin. Find yer own wimmin.

Aye, that's it.

I were gonna list five or six o me favorite booty sites, then I realized it were the wrong kind o booty. Sorry mates.

'appy birthday Redd. Don't see how I miss a party that were goin on right under me nose.

I see it be Captn Wolfy Wenche's birthday the day after yourn. I'll drink ta the both o' ye.

According to Confuscious, or Sacratis or one o' them old wise guys.

"It may take years to discover yer inner pirate. But with prayer, meditation and plenty o' rum ye'll be scuttlin ships wi' the best o them. Aaarrrrrgggghhh!"

I'll let ye know as soon as I'm through countin'.

*holds out tankard to be filled*

That's one more, I'll write it down if I kin find me quill.

Unfortunatly, 'ere in Washington state they has passed a law, makin' it illegal to scare off yer daughter's boyfriend with a gun.

Fortunately, the law don't take inta account swords, knives, clubs and other various impliments of distruction.

Fer me oldest daughter, I wouldn't let her go out lest her date crossed blades with me before the go. Two of em didn't even try. They decided it were best to leave the crazy man alone.

True enough Hawkyns. The blade has little to do with the fight, its all the man (or woman) weildin' the blade. I 'ave beat more than one rapier with nothin' but a dagger.

So many choices, so few gullets to slit.

Me thinks, eh,,,,,,,,,,, Flamin marshmellies it be, at twenty paces

*throws the first flamin' globual o' sticky goo*

Now that the congradualations 'ave been said, comes the bad part. The curse of all parents. That beautiful wee babe in yer arms will someday be a teen-ager. I 'ave two o' those an' I kin tell ye, that be the time when YE will need be fitted fer a straight jacket an' a rubber room. :)

I agree she 'as many drawbacks, but her finest point is the affordability. If ye can't use 'er in a fight she'll still look good hangin' from yer side.

That be prettier than the one I got lass. Fine piece o' plunder ye got yerself.

Ye could go to all the trouble of steamin' it, but just runnin' cold water over it will soften it enough to shape it the way ye want. Bin doin this fer thirty years. Jist run cold water on it awhile then bend it the way ye want it, til it holds an let it dry.

Aye, I'm workin' on the scabbard now. An' the guard has bit me once, so me next project is to pull its tooth.