William Brand

We should plan an event...

And what are all of you ladies discussing at this table?

A la mode...?

Aye. No time like the present. I need to pester Mike to start my boarding axe and boat hook. So many things I need and so little time.

There, there. We'll always have the pecan...

My most profound apologies. I read your statement as "cold, infested" rather than "cold infested". So in fact, what you mean to say is... ...You are infested with cold, or better yet, chilled to the bone? We have some excellent warm and hot drinks which should assist you nicely.

Ahhhh. A pretender.

Infested...?

No really. You need to have Laab.

The PoTC3 trailer has become an enigma of pure secrecy. Think "Freemasonry" with popcorn.

Today's special is Laab. If you haven't had it or don't know what it is, try it before you die unsatisfied...

I just thought that I would take this opportunity to remind everyone here that my birthday is about 9 months off, but you can buy early.

We've counted several laws that my request would violate. Transporting a dead body over a state line without the proper permits, for a start. I told Mike to take my body to Four Corners and transport me over all four state lines as many times as he can.

If you aren't sure, chances are that it isn't.

That, my dear sir, is a fine, fine flag. Aye. A fine flag indeed.

Aye. Twins it is.

William turned from Mister Warren again. "I don't believe so, Miss Tribbiani. Mister Warren?" "None, Sah." Mister Warren returned. "Unless any goods came aboard with Mister Gage." "Aye." William said. "A great many goods came aboard with him. You may ask after your goods there."

William smiled a little and nodded, having already put the matter behind him. He leaned in a little as if to convey some secret information to the Larboard Marine. "Resume your post, Miss Tribbiani."

William was in the midst of a discussion with Jim Warren, but there could be no mistaking Miss Tribbiani's discomfort from where she stood hard. William and Jim noted her together, so William excused himself from the Coxswain's company and turned towards her. "Miss Tribbiani. Is something the matter?"

Your Majesty...

I think I shall prepare a nice corned beef hash for breakfast, in lue of the upcoming holiday for our dear St. Patrick.

May we know which one you use?

LONG LIVE THE QUEEN! Wow. Very nice.

July 28, 1704 - Aboard the Watch Dog Fourth bell of First Dog Watch. Second Dog Watch begins. The last of the Larboard Watch was still arriving after the fourth bell of the First Dog Watch had sounded. William stood at the waist with his pocket watch out, counting aloud every minute that past beyond the leave of absence which had been granted. The last boat to ferry crew back from the docks contained at least two of the 'Dog's marines, Ciaran and Treasure among them. Ciaran looked embarrassed to be arriving late. "My apologies, Sah!" he called out across the water. "Eagle eyes for all things but clocks...Ciaran?" William returned. "Sah...the tide is frightfully strong tonight!" "Ayyyye. But which tide...? The Cul du Sac Royal...or...the Cul du Sac Rum Punch?" There were a few smiles and chuckles along the rails, for Ciaran was seldom one to be caught out of the Captain's grace. Still, William's tone was not an angry one, for he was in good spirits, and to be completely honest, he was glad that someone had arrived late. He wanted an example, albeit a gentle one. He turned his back to the approaching boat and faced the men and women already waiting in the waist. Some of them looked anxious, Apollo coin burning heavy, round holes in their purses. Some looked flushed from rum so recently enjoyed ashore. "A slip of the watches will not be tolerated, you dogs." William began, but the tone was an affectionate one, after a fashion. "You dogs." he continued. "You loyal and brave dogs. Mind well your purposes aboard ship and your adventures ashore. I see, by my count, that none are left ashore that were not put there for some purpose." William paused. "We have need of of further recruits aboard the 'Dog and Heron. You may pass the word among the taverns and shopkeepers that there is a place here for any worthy seaman. Mister Warren!" "Aye, Sah!" "The Starboard Watch has their leave to go ashore." "Aye, Sah!" "You have the night and the morning. Everyone of you of the Starboard Watch. Do not let me find you still ashore after the Forenoon Watch is ended!" ~Larboard Watches on Duty

Speaking of flames...I've asked my friend Mike to do me the honor of a proper viking funeral with a burning ship and a drunken funeral party. He has promised to steal my body and take it to the gulf of Mexico for this very purpose.