CaptainCiaran

medicine

Tomorrow we will travel to new planets to discover new life.

cowboy/subscription

pyramid

I have a dread fear of being cut or punctured by knives, swords, needles. Must've surely be skewered in a recent past life!

Smiling, the Captain said, aye, she be beautiful.

^ collects black powder weaponry.

Waters rushed in through broken timbers when the ship hit the reef.

Billy the kid

She shivered with desire as she was presented to the Captain.

(Ciaran swung down from the mast to stand beside Mister PEW)

"Yer rifle, Sir," he said, as he handed the cold-barreled weapon back to the Master-at-Arms.

"Tis a bit o'a shame I didn't get to use it, but under the circumstances I have no regrets. What a bastard that little man, er... Gaultier....was!"

(At this moment, the Lookout and Mr. PEW, made room as Armand et Doctor Fitzgerald walked smartly past. It was obvious that Armand was now leaving ship, as he carried a small chest; every mate on board had heard the rumour that he would not be sailing out with us.

Ciaran had n'er had much interaction with the man, although he had always found Armand's presence aboard the Watch Dog to bring back the happy memories of schooling in France that Ciaran held deep inside.

As the couple passed, Ciaran simply nodded and whispered, "Au revoir, monsieur".)

LMAO at the Milkbone line!

Very sore and tired today. Moved a lot of furniture around yesterday and my body is COMPLAINING today.

weaponry/chic

Would the next pirate here change our words and excited again we will be.

(please choose two good words that will work as first and last and reverse)

Telling time be easy when ye have a watch.

Die and then where do ye go?

dawn

uprising

Arr! That should heal anything that ails ye, lass!

Thanks fer sharin' it with us, Charity.

Cheers,

Ciaran

declaration

Agreeing with ye, says I.

I enjoy kaleidescopes and view masters.

Live free or die, say they in New Hampshire land.

Freezin' our butts off in North Carolina. Big cold front has sent our temperatures plummeting from the lovely 70s we had been in recently. Winter's last hurrah.

architects/corporations