William Brand

Aye, lass.

Well pray we never have to get stranded long enough to find out. Here's to the women of Pyracy!!! ARRRR!

It isn't that which you posses, but who you know. I do believe that this here "net" we all spend so much time surfing, has every image I may ever need. Aye. Now what shall it be, mate? A drink? A dish?

I love ye too, Jack. Platonically. And yes, Captain Ciaran I have some of both...

Whoooooa there Cap'n. Don't eat so fast lest ye crack yourself open. Aye. There is no shortage of food here, so there's no need to feast for fear of losing one's chance.

(snaps his fingers. A team of four sturdy litter bearers arrive with a covered litter) Take this woman wherever she needs to go and be quick about it!

hmmm...maybe the lobster is off.

The best day for me would be... Oh wait. I'm in Utah. Nevermind.

Here's a plate. Help yourself to as much as you like. More rum!

Ta-dah!

It's nice to see all my customers in better spirits. Aye. Much better. Dark chocolate is the only thing on the menu today.

(smiles sympathetically and continues playing)

(places a very large hot chocolate drink in front of Mercenary and takes out a lute. plays something non-descript and soothing, but says nothing.) Sometimes it's best not to say anything. Aye.

I heard that somebody went into the bank recently and shot a loan supervisor! Tsk! Tsk! Ohhhh...look. I think you dropped this bag of heavy gold coins sir! (in a low whisper) psst. thanks mate. Another pitcher for every table! More rum!

Well, that is fine news. Congratulations, mate.

By all means. Pull up a chair. I'll get a bottle or two.

whoaaaa there. Settle down. Take a seat and tell me what's going on. I'll get you a pint.

Anyone who attends this faire and has too much fun without me will be summarily drawn and quartered. Sigh. Okay, you can have fun without me, but this is the last time!

lol...oops. Sorry. I was aiming for the straw man.

Aye, I would love to. (picks up bow and quiver)

(William places a straw man at one end of the beach and places some thirty arrows in the sand. Then, checking the wind and popping his back, he takes out a Phoenician style bow and strings it across his leg.) Twwwwwang! Thock! Twwwwwang! Thock! Twwwwwang! Thock! Twwwwwang! Thock! Twwwwwang! Thock! Twwwwwang! Thock!

Ahh, fair Hetha. It is a delight to see you moving among the tables serving equal portions of cheer to each and all. A woman possessed of such enthusiasm as to work my fine establishment without asking for compensation deserves her own place. There you can be lauded over with the praise you daily deserve. Here, take this Spanish silver. And should Christine and Phil end up mud wrestling over there at the The Dragon & Tiger Den, as I'm sure they will, please put a small wager on Christine and keep the rest for yourself.

You'll ruin the finery of that coat if you drool so, sir. Here. Wash down that spit with a pint and have some quail. Carver! Another plate!

Foul temptress! Any more good cooking here and I'll swamp meself the next time I go a rowing! Aye. Man-o-wars have less girth!

Red be the color of good fortune to some and not all to others.