William Brand

Steak smothered in italian seasonings and garlic with a side of green beans.

Congratulations in your post.

Thank you kindly, all.

The ship's master has offered me the position of Master-at-arms. This is a lower warrant officer rank generally reserved for an able seaman with experience as a marine. However, since his invitation is most gracious and he flatters me with the confidence of the request, I shall except the offer. Now, to the maintenance and storage of the arms.

Have as much as you need.

A Killian's Irish Red for the lady... And a glass of cold water for the dried out pirate.

Most of the chowder is gone, but I have bisque and scallops left. And here is that guinness.

Have as much as you like. Or as much as prudence allows.

Better?

We need cake.

I see the place runs itself in my absence. Tonight's specials are... A fine Lobster Bisque served with hot bread. Bacon wrapped scallops. and a nice clam chowder. A toast! To my first entire year here at the Pub. May there be a half dozen more at the very least! Aye.

Big enough?

Please remember to tip the fiddler.

There you go. Now...let's have a fiddler in here!

a Tsunami.

there you go Diego. One...something-or-other.

Well, isn't it obvious? They're...well...they're... ...hmmm. (scratches head) Alcohol?

Here we go. Drinks for three. Evidently the bartender is feeling playful.

A bite? Or a bite to eat? You have to be specific around here. The women are vivacious. Here, have some waffles and a pint.

Guests here do not push their own luggage. (snaps fingers and three large dockworkers appear) This lass needs assistance, so be quick about it!

Belgian Waffles... Speaking of eggs, I have to try this... Salad of foie gras, lobster and soft-boiled duck eggs

Genießen Sie das Frühstück.

Nice smile... pred·a·tor (prd-tr, -tôr) n. 1. An organism that lives by preying on other organisms. 2. One that victimizes, plunders, or destroys, especially for one's own gain. If that second definition doesn't say "Pyrate", then I don't know Pyracy.

If that picture doesn't say old sea salt, I don't know what does. I love that look. It screams, "Yes, lad. I've seen sunsets off Gibraltar. I've been pulled across the equator. I've seen a broadside at 20 yards. I've stood between the Devil and the deep blue sea."

That may be the first Bellini ordered at the Kate. There you go lass.