Stynky Tudor

You Bastid, You cut my head off!

Carrying around a bottle of Sailor Jerry, I was suppose to be a disgruntled Cracker Jack Boy. . . but I think I look a little happy for that. Not very imaginative I know, but it went over well at a party of where most dressed-up in their usual pirate garb. Photo by Kendra Pirate Master Halloween 2008

Broadsword - always good for cleaving red meats and bone. Cutlass - for more general hack, slash sort of stuff and all around cutting of fruits and vegetables. Not so good for bread though, unless the bread is a bit stale, otherwise it just tends to roll and mash it all over the place. Rapiers – are great at camp-outs for cooking shish kabobs, tofu pups and marshmallows around the campfire.

My Madam Mary Diamond, I'm so confused. Would you mind posting some images of yourself modeling the differences for me, I mean us? For purely educational purposes of course. . .

Aye Sir! I believe it did indeed turn up at auction. In fact thinking I could turn a tidy profit and get me another bottle of mead - I bought it rather cheaply. At some point I handed it to Captain Jim while we be walking back to camp, but he dropped it accidentally or on purpose. Mission not realizing the plan for it and our next bottle of mead - told Jessie it were some sort of parasitical brain larva posed to attack. And since Jessie's boots were made for walking, she stomped all over it. The next morning I saw me young portage Josh scooping up what bits of brain mush were left into an empty tube of sun block - which he later sold for $60. as a rejuvenation cream. Initially he told people the truth - something about a tube of brains ta help out his poor mum in failing health, blah, blah, blah. But together we came up with a good lie and told people he needed the money for Ale and Clone Wars Action figures.

Happy Beerthday to ya Pew!

I don't know, I'm watching Futurama right now - leave me alone.

Ah no mate, sorry I can't even say that I know what it looks like.So you do doubly suck. Of the list of things you stole, three of them were mine. You're paying the postage, right? Well Master Mission, just ta be lett'n ya know - I've sent ya a mug and should be arriving any day. . . or week. . . or month now. . . . beerp

Aye that's probably who I sold me hat to. . . Now I had be want'n another bottle of mead and would have gladly sold me own Mum for $20, God Bless her Soul, but I remember some drunken discussion about me hat being worth much more than just $20. Then suddenly the deal were sweetened with a pyrate themed bowling pin, for some reason it made sense at the time, seemed worth it and the hat were his. On the last day on the beach, I tried stashing it in people's belongings as they packed up ta go. But it's sort of an obvious thing and takes up quite a bit of space, I kept getting found out and didn't have much success. Luckily, Josh - me young protege were able to sneak it aboard Edward and Lilly's craft before they set sail. Good boy Josh!

I'm all in favour of classes should there be any willing to teach and take them... It was the intonation that one needed the "merit badge" in order to play that I disagree with. Some of us may not have the option of travelling early to take a mandatory weapons class. Short of the Boyscout badges - An idea that Braze, I and Cascabel have yet to propose to Harry for next year, is having Cascabel teach his flintlock 101 course several times during the festival. It would cover basic weapons safety, maintenance, firing and cleaning - just to get everyone on the same page - like load from a charge cup vs directly from a flask, knapping flints, cleaning, etc. We're talked about having the classes during - before or after the early morning weapons check. If that was done every day - the people that needed it or a refresher course, but arrive late could get it. Cleaning would be done at the end of the shooting day obviously. We bounced the idea off a few people during the safety check - when we realized that several people were first time shooters of any kind. But even the experienced shooters we talked to thought the classes were a good idea.

Sorry about the wording there Dogge, but you know how it is - the front man always gets the credit. . . were you even involved at all?

Jessie me Dear Lass, If ya be have'n the notion or any need of swim'n corseted - I be more than happy ta assist! And if ya need ta be unlaced, well I'm well practiced at that too. . . . beerp

And if it weren't for the treat of that damned Chrispy fellow hanging about - wanting ta kick me arse, I would have had you in that bed and under the covers!

What the hell do you mean to say Sir? Are you accusing me of public drunkenness? . . . do I look drunk to you???

Is this all that's left of poor Captain Sterling's tent?

Captain Sterling - you never cease to amaze me. I would take my hat off to you if I hadn't sold it for mead that I didn't buy. The hanging demonstration was executed superbly - believe it or not no pun was intended there.

Missed? How can you MISS when I distinctly heard someone call my name out before a VOLLEY?? Details, details, details. . . *sigh* Actually you're right - I was just yelling at you as a diversion so that I could get a clear shot at Captain Sterling. I missed him though and hit you instead. I'm glad to see that it was only a flesh wound. . .

So is no one missing a tankard enough to describe it and see if it matches one that I stole?