CaptainCiaran

Welcome to ye, Dirty Jack. Enjoy yer stay here at the Pub! (turnin' to our bartender, Ray) I'll have a double Stoli's on the rocks. Gramercy.

Oh, I have, Capt. Eisley. I was attempting the same here!

I collect children's picture books, especially those from my childhood.

***remember mates *** this thread is to say something about the person who posted just before (above) ye ^was in the Scouts as a sprog

pins/whack

pot o' gold

cereal/glee

midget

I believe that Charity who posts here on the Pub lives in the Netherlands. She might be a good resource for ye, Matt.

"Trust me," sayeth the man in the House of White.

Would ye jes let me be!

(Ciaran runs to the Cabin Buoy and fetches his fiddle, returnin' to the Tsunami Kate as smartly as possible) Arr! Lady Snow and Mercenary, let's have a party! (Ciaran begins playin' an Irish jig)

pint-size

Do ye want to get naked? Sure!

C - are wild and crazy (in bed) I - love is something you deeply believe in (in bed) A - damn good (in bed) R - are hot and sexy (in bed) A - doubly damn good (in bed) N - have a big warm heart-on (in bed)

(The lookout took the rifle that Mister PEW offered. Although he always preferred a pistol, Ciaran was proficient in the use of a larger gun and this one had a good feel about it. Knowing that the rifle were half-cocked, loaded and ready to fire, he handled it with extra care. This god-forsaken island had already robbed the Watch Dog of two crew members and Ciaran was determined that Mister PEW would not have his head blown off, as had poor Mister St. Anthony, at least not by a gun under his command. Mister PEW seemed to intuitively understand this, in the way that Ciaran handled the rifle. Neither man said anything about it, but a brief moment of eye-contact between the men acknowledged such thoughts.) Aye, Sir, we are indeed ready, as ye say, 'fa what may fall 'pon us'. And what, pray, my good Sir, do you think this night may bring? Fer she be a strange evenin'. There be somethin', a feelin', aye, almost wicked in this night's air. (With those words, Ciaran climbed carefully up into the riggin', braced himself against timbers as steadily and comfortably as possible, held the rifle in such a way that she would be smartly ready if needed, breathed in the cool night's air, and waited.)

enjoyin' a cup of orange tea (Tazo)

^ was born the same year as me. (We are dogs in Chinese Astrology and this is our year!)

funny/Georgia O'Keeffe

little voice

yield

diarrhea/grill

^ is six feet tall

(Ciaran waits on the Watch Dog's deck while Mister PEW goes below to retrieve a rifle fer the lookout. There is still much noise and activity in town ... echos of laughter from late-night revelers, the sound of singing off in the distance, and the occasional firing of a gun. Here by the harbour, lanterns from the ships cast their eerie reflections upon the small waves coming into shore. Ciaran's eyes are sharp, like a cat in the night. He scans the wharves, as well as the decks of the nearby ships fer any unusual movement.)

Nine little monkeys jumping on a bed