William Brand

Today's lunch special is a Tunisian dish of cod in cloves, garlic, cumin and olives served over couscous with parsley and crushed tomatoes. Our resident alcohol aficionado will help you all find the proper drink.

With today being Father's Day our specials are fire and meat. Everything else is a garnish.

If it's possible to have a list of people I haven't met, but I wouldn't mind being stranded on a deserted isle with, Preston would be on that list. Of course without a jeep and a deep stash of assorted, fermented beverages, he might go stark raving mad inside of a week, forcing me to put him down like a wounded animal. Still, it would be one heck of a story no matter the outcome.

John has some shots up on Facebook.

Well, well. The man comes with his own gunnery crew. Welcome aboard, all.

The Greenes and Mister Wages are added. Welcome aboard.

We would be willing, of course, but what of you crew? We tend to harbor and feed the orphans who are without crew or company.

And bed rest with a view...

First, I recommend that you keep your voice down for fear that any surgeon should hear you and...prescribe. How they love to prescribe. Second, a good hammock in the almond grove with a drink, well aged should put you better, if not right.

Here are a few...

Anytime during the daylight hours is fine.

Had surgery following a botched root canal. Even as the drill was digging into my jaw I thought, "At least this isn't the 18th century." In celebration of a horrible day under the knife, I'll take a heaping order of the special.

We're all looking forward to the event, but we could certainly use some updates and news about travel, expenses, events, and our part in it all.

Mister Salmons! Welcome aboard good fellow. Now get yourself and Matthew over to the Muster of the Mercury...

Happy birthday, lad. Sorry we missed you at FdC.

And a nod to Beowulf's hat.

I didn't fully express how grateful I was for the live music. I've wanted live music in the crew for years, so when Mark and John plucked out a song or two or twelve the other night, wow. Thanks for that and please do more.

If that Kate weren't virtual, I'd be dead. I'd eat there always and I'd die. Plain and simple. That said...

The place has ebb and flow. I might have called her 'Tsunami Tide', but Kate suits her better.

How could you miss it? It's a few hundred feet on a side.

If you knew MadPete like we do... There once was a sailor named Pete Who would grin both in ease and defeat It was somewhat beguiling That he never stopped smiling Even when his last rites were complete

A portent.

Interpreted. Not mis-interpreted.

It's meant to be interpreted many ways.

I think you caught the projectile leaving the barrel on that one.