Emmanuelle Wilshire

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Ah, now Captain Sterling. A Gentleman and a Scholar. An honor to be in your presence sire......

I suppose I am a bit naive and ignorant. Since I am originally from Southern California, I had never been in Oklahoma until I moved here about six years ago. Before I came here, I had the perception that Oklahoma was barren and teepees lined the street. Actually, it was not that bad. However, I have always wanted to purchase an honest to goodness bottle of authentic deep south moonshine. It now appears this is becoming non-existent. From what I am hearing now, most modern "moonshining" generations are selling Meth and guns. So, Back to my dilemma. I have been wanting to buy moonshine, but I eventually gave up. The closest I have come to it was folks who make the well-known "apple pie." So, does anyone know how to make this stuff?

Happy Birthday Mr. Ivan Henry. May this be a smooth sailing day for you my friend!

Can I test just to test and try not to piss people off?

By gum and by gar! A pox on me for not thinking to send out signals of my imminent approach! On the other hand, the "Captain" had me jumpin' from weather to lee the entire trip! We even had events after hours for all but one night. I plan on returning in the future and bringing me lovely wife as well. I should have more time to mingle when it be a pleasure trip. Hopefully, i can see you all then.

Blackbead

I recently went there myself Blackbead, and I loved it! I did see another restaurant about 20 miles away that has affiliation with the Buccaneer. Apparently, it is more pricier called the "Queen Anne's Revenge" or something like that. Never made it. However, I was more than satisfied with the Buccaneer. I went to a few candlelit pubs before going to the Buccaneer. With a few grog's hitting me brain and walking through the candlelit streets, I was feeling pretty good! I also did the "touristy" thing and took the haunted tour where they spoke of a pirate murdering a well-known doctor in an alleyway. Although I was humbled a bit, I thought California had the beautiful women. After visiting Charleston, I am a new believer!

Welcome aboard!

Now! Start savin' yer pennies fer the crazy pirate fest in Key West right after Thanksgiving. Two concurrent events (don't ask) called Pirates in Paradise and Fort Taylor Pirate Invasion! T'was (they were) my first event(s) - flown to from Montreal... and what a blast!

Many thanks for your invite Beowulf! Very interesting proposition. Not too familiar with the area, but if St. Augustine is nearby, I just may make adjustments to attend. Sounds to be a grand time!

Thank you for all your kind words and warm welcoming. My wallowin' is no longer but only fills of happiness come to my heart and mind. Or is it the grog catching up to me? Either way, I still declare it's all good!

Welcome aboard, mate!

Thank you Captain. Tis' good to see a southern gentleman here in these waters!

We are a friendly bunch here, and please look around for anything of interest to you.

The one who is marooned in a sealess zone can always write about adventures on the High Seas...

Thank you Ms. Elena. What a fine and pretty name. Thank you for the warm welcome!

Welcome to the pub lad.

Ms. Silkie. My eyes line with tears when I saw you still here in the pub. I snicker to myself that m' fair grand woman walked by and did not recognize me. Oh what grand times I had with you! The voice of an Irish Siren is what I said to myself. I stand before you Ms. Silkie, bow, and tip m' hat.

Wallow? Nay! No wallowin' here!

Aye, welcome to th' Pub, Emil. Glad ye set forth t' introduce thyself to we devils.

Marooned from th' Sea ye be, hmm? Fret not, m' good man. There be many of us who are marooned from th' sea and landlocked as well. I be one of them. I've only touched and swam in th' ocean once but twas enough t' make m' piratical spirit ache and yern t' return to those wild, warm waters.

So, tell me... where be ye marooned?

Tis quite th' story, too, Emil. What a grand story. ::: hoists tankard high::: Again, glad ye stumbled into this establishment. Yo'r most welcome.

~Lady B

Ah Lady B, Now there is a name I have not heard in many tides. So good to see you m'lady and thank you for the warm welcome. Yes, my conviction was unjust. As a matter of fact, I stood upon the gallows with the rope upon my head. For unknown reasons, they released me and told me to leave and never return. I felt it was a good time to do so before my luck would finally elude me. Thank you Lady B, many good memories and good times with you.

These new waters have changed quite considerably. Somewhat of a challenge to properly navigate through all of these channels. However, I shall eventually be chopping through the waves quickly.

Greetings ladies, gentlemen, and new found friends alike. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emmanuelle Wilshire. However, many of my friends call me Emil for short. I have tread these pyracy pub waters many times as a lonely soul, but a bit too reluctant in dropping anchor, joining up, and respectfully introducing myself to all of you lovely likeminded people. My home is from the coast of Southern California, but I was falsely accused and convicted of a crime I had no bearing. The governor and his mob locked me up and sent me off in a caged carriage to a land I am not fond with or hold any familiarity. My love has been lost in my departure. Man made oceans in which they call "lakes" here in this land could never replace the love of the sea I hold dear to my heart. So please, allow me to wallow in my sorrow for now and raise my glass to you all in a hearty friendship drink. Cheers!