William Brand

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.

NICE SHOT! That be as fine a shot as I have witnessed in many a year. Aye. We shall dine well tonight! Wait...BLAM! And a side of quail...

Handy indeed, I'll wager. Mind the rail gun and the powder and see that you not forget your pistols! I'm in a killing mood and their be quarry about. There goes one! BLAM!

Thanks for watching the place. I was in no mood to serve drinks. I was in more of a mood to serve up death and destruction, but it looks terrible on a menu.

Good morning all. It was a long night for me, but I'm feeling a little brighter today. My spirits, while not in the best of health are somewhat revived. So, if I occasionally yell out, "DAMN THEIR HIDES!" or "SCUTTLE THE LOT O'THEM!" or even "I'LL HAVE THEIR HEADS ON A PIKE 'ERE I DIE!", then just raise your glasses. I'll be over it soon. Now...where's that pike got off to?

I'll be under a tarp in the hold if anyone needs anything.

I feel like this...

Sigh. Thanks.

Sigh. I'm having an awful day. I'm having what I consider to be the worst day I've had in seven years. We recently applied for a loan that would have improved our lives about three thousand percent. The bank told us we had it and then a week later they tell us we don't. Now we're screwed. I'm in a really foul mood. I hate being lied to. I'll be at the bar soaking in a pint.

I need a drink.

I'm going to steal that coat and leave a note.

Yes it does.

Why do I think that your sister and I would get along?

Tame it? Did you say tame it? Hell, I usually add fuel. More rum!

Well...this thread took off... ...and left me on shore. It's nice to see so many redheads. Aye. A round of rum to every redhead on Pyracy!

I'm sure it's for insurance. Something stupid, anyway.

It was worth the wait. Very fine work and a benefit to those who couldn't be there. You allowed many of us to attend by proxy.

I was all excited until I read your post. So let me get this straight... ...they don't serve good food, which is fine because any sailor worth his salt is used to bad food. But they don't like you to show up dressed up!? My enthusiasm dropped a notch.