CaptainCiaran

whale of a tale

Shamu

I can't snap my fingers

Taught all me classmates in grammar school how to snap their fingers. Don't think the teacher was much impressed with that, though!

Magnificent, Sir!

Along the top sails and masts, St. Elmo's fire was seen.

Kissing her neck and ears he whispered, "let's do more than just hugging".

OMG! We have gotten way off -- meself included!

This should be The First Word Becomes the Last Word.

Next person up, correct us!

Body was lifted through the window and held in the firm embrace of her paramour.

glitch/terrier

What is Aloha Friday, Jack? Sounds fun!

kite

Let's go, Lady Snow. I'd love to walk with ye on the beach.

(Ciaran leaves crowns on counter fer the drinks, then heads out with t'Lady.)

It be payday. I be happy.

Biased people suck.

"Surprise me pirate husband," she whispered and raised the window.

"Aye-aye." Ciaran said with a hint of a smile and he sauntered off to his waiting hammock.

(As soon as his body felt the support of his hammock, the lookout was sound asleep.

The Watch Dog did its part, too, gliding effortlessly through the water, rising and falling gently through the waves, rockin' sleepin' crew into blissful slumber.)

chalk/bank

peppermint massage oil

^ has me favourite signature banner in all the Pub! (honest)

feet

gone/free

Sanctuary were found in the secluded rows of library shelves.

(passes bottle over to Lady Snow)

Here ye go! Have a swig!

I would love to own a kilt to wear to the bar or festivals.

(makes note to start saving doubloons fer such)

Here in North Carolina, there is a decent-sized population of those of us who descended from the Scots. The famous lass Flora Macdonald (ye know the one who saved Bonny Prince Charlie) once lived in our faire state. So with many descendants here, ye regularly see the menfolk in their kilts, squeezing on their bagpipes, at festivals.

Tomorrow is always out of reach in this present life.