William Brand

I know the swing moves well. Aye. I can lead or follow. Take it away!

I might even take some requests . . . of the purely dancing variety!

Then...may I have this dance?

(lays aside his coat, hat and pistols)

Now I'm jealous.

I was fine before, but now I'm jealous, damn your eyes.

Great slideshow.

I find that on some occasions I speak like a pirate caricature, but mostly I just speak like myself. After all, many pirates were educated by the finest schools of thought.

Still, I can't help but let a few "AAAAARRRS" and "Yo-ho-hos" slip every now and then. Aye.

Today's special is sturgeon with a side of potatoes and a pint of cider, And for dessert......dancing girls.

(Ciaran walks into the Tsunami Kate, after talking with a group of pyrates out front)

William, there be a group of pyrates out there asking if ye do "take out" orders, especially the dessert type.

Are you asking if I deal in the trade of "flesh"?

No lad. I'll sell no woman or man, but you're welcome to ask any of the dancing girls to dance in whatever way might suit thee and them. Aye. I'll not stop revelry between mutual parties.

Sheesh, ye leave for the better part of a week and ye get more dancing girls in! I'm sensing a common theme here! A pint of yer finest Will! I need some fortitfication for the week to come.

Fortification, eh?

How about some of this...?

or this...?

Today's special is sturgeon with a side of potatoes and a pint of cider.

And for dessert...

...dancing girls.

Dearest William, please do not get me wrong...I like serpents. In many cultures they are regarded highly. I have no issues being around them or handling them. In a basket is fine...but, on my plate is clearly a different story. Do you have any left over stew? It is always better the next day.

Yoda says that you can have the rest of his.

I need more sleep.

Speaking of St. Patrick, today's special is all things snake.

Irabu, sea snake...

And some land snake...

Well, all's well that ends well.

Besides, everyone knows that St. Patrick was a snake charmer from India.

It's bad luck to kill DJs. You can be cursed in the strangest ways thereafter.

Can't hold a tune. Dancing with two left feet. And so on.

Foolheardy DJ.

I finished a painting for my wife in secret and had it framed for our living room so that it was hanging when she came home from work. She was very happy about it.

It was a fine and merry St. Patrick's Day and I gorged myself on corned beef, cabbage and a plethora of Irish potato recipes. Aye.

Hot coffee all around to the revelers of yesternight.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!

All drinks are on the house til midnight!! Kiss an Irish Lass or Laddie!

Today's special is...

Boxty (Potato Griddle Cakes)

Servings: 8

1/2 lb Raw potato

1/2 lb Mashed potato

1/2 lb Plain flour

Milk

1 Egg

Salt and pepper

Grate raw potatoes and mix with the cooked mashed potatoes. Add salt, pepper and flour. Beat egg and add to mixture with just enough milk to make a batter that will drop from a spoon. Drop by tablespoonfuls onto a hot griddle or frying pan. Cook over a moderate heat for 3-4 minutes on each side. Serve with a tart apple sauce: or as part of an Ulster Fry, with fried bacon, fried sausage, fried eggs, fried black pudding, fried bread, fried soda bread.

An old poem says:

Boxty on the griddle,

boxty in the pan,

if you can't make boxty,

you'll never get a man.

*As she makes to leave, she looks over her shoulder and flashes the feral smile to William. It lingers for a moment followed by a wink then she departs his company...for now*

(remains seated for the better part of ten minutes before walking to the quarter deck to a waiting water barrel with a thin layer of ice on the top and dunking himself in it)

AHhhhhhhhhhehhhhhahahahhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa...

...aye. That's better.

Why thank you, William. You ever impress me, a gentleman and learned as well. Being a smuggler's daughter and bound to a pyrate captain, I can well appreciate the philosphy defined. Another Guinness...or perhaps something with a little more, shall we say...bite in it?

(pours another Guiness and draws up a chair)

I'm reminded of another who bears my monicure and his words...

Most sure, the goddess

On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer

May know if you remain upon this island;

And that you will some good instruction give

How I may bear me here: my prime request,

Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!

If you be maid or no?

Another Guinness...yes, I do believe another would be wonderful. Now, as to improper...I do not recall that word being in my vocabulary. Perhaps you will have to define it for me.

im.prop.er (m-prpr)

adj.

1. Not suited to circumstances or needs; unsuitable: improper shoes for a hike; improper medical treatment.

2. Not in keeping with conventional morals; indecorous: improper behavior.

3. Not consistent with established truth, fact, or rule; incorrect.

4. That which pyrates often deem to be right good and of note.

Or in other words, what a pyrate considers a necessary part of life.

An interesting notion, William. You do that. *smiles* Aye, you do that and I will show you the proper way to celebrate Saint Paddy's.

I do believe that you mean "improper", but I do understand the motion of your notion.

Someone open up a window in the Captain's cabin and see that I remain uninterrupted. Would you like another guiness?

*The predatory smile creeps over the fine hewn features as she purrs her reply*

Why William, whatever I desire? Please have a seat at my humble table, then. I am quite sure Jack will have no qualms. And what may I give you for your efforts, hmmm sailor? Some tay? A Guinness? A rub?

I may just close the place early.

Aye.

*Slids up silently behind William*

Hello, sailor. I dare say it has been a small while since I have seen your wonderful broad shoulders and those piercing eyes. And what an honor you do for us of the Irish line to present such a lovely aray of fare.

*Moves to a table, brushing William as she passes*

One of each, my dear, if it pleases you...But two Guinness the proper way. My thanks to you.

Well...Helllllooo.

(a wicked, wicked smile spreads in an otherwise calm and wary face)

Hello in the kitchen! This woman gets to have whatever she wants! What...ever...she...wants.

Then we'll follow up the corn beef and cabbage with tea and shamrocks.

Mmmmmmm....shamrocks.

So, William, what else ye have lined up on the menu? I couldn't get excited over the frog's legs, sorry. Kermit the frog comes to mind and I get ill-lol!

Well, with St. Patrick's Day just around the corner I thought I might gear the menu towards the irish dishes...

Guiness and Dubliner Cheese for a start.

Followed by...

...and...

...and...

...and...

...just for starters.

Dig in.

Fancy, who is that Frog you are biting?? Ain't you supposed to nibble?

LOL! I dunno, anyone seen PtratePhil? Maybe I should be nibblin'

William! fabulous creme brulee!

Thank you, Fancy. Would you like another?

Mmmmm looks delightful, William!

Thank you.

The creme brulee isn't bad either.