CaptainCiaran

Feelin' good today. Had a wonderful time with friends down at the beach this past weekend. Got in exhausted last night and slept 11 hours! The power of sleep is magickal. Charity, sending a transAtlantic hug to ye! Hope ye have a blast at the Western European faire! Diego, mate, yer pal here wishes he could make ye smile again. Jes remember that time heals and life is a big ship's wheel. Ye be going thru the downside of that right now. Good fortune will return I promise ye. (Ciaran keeps his distance from the sick Bunny, but blows a get well kiss to her) (hands Petee two aspirin)

fiery fiddles

(The sun blazed beautifully and bright in the clear morning sky. As Ciaran looked out from the nest, all sorrow from the night before seemed to be melting away. Somehow he knew in his heart that Diego and Mr. St. Anthony were now onto new adventures and all was well with 'em. The Lookout breathed deeply and lifted his tanned face toward Ol Sol for jes a moment. Then, glass in hand, he began his trusted duty of scanning the horizon.)

county fair

Excited like a sprog. Going down to the coast today for a weekend workshop with friends. Woo-hoo!

Because it is Thursday? Avast, is this a trick question?

Blimey! Err, um, ahhhh, well, try this instead, mate...

candlelight

Aye, sure this table be fine, Bunny. (Ciaran tries to sit down but careens starboard and lands on his butt, the plate of fruit falling in his lap.) Maybe, jes some orange juice and a straw fer me.

Avast! Sorry Rummy, didn't mean to jump over yer lyrics. Got a bit confused by the bullfrog. Okay, so again, how's about: I am the son and the heir of a shyness that was criminally vulgar...

(After spinning around most all the night with Bunny, Ciaran has become quite dizzy -- arrgh, no comments, thar, mates! LOL) Bunny, let's stop fer breakfast. Stand still! Avast! Bunny, stop spinning around! (At last the two walk over to the feast that Dorien has prepared.) Yum, some of these little fruity things look tasty. (Ciaran stuffs half a dozen of 'em in his mouth.)

Here mate, (Ciaran hands Diego a Guiness). It'll help a wee bit.

sexy voice

Joy to the World, Diego. How about this one, "I am the son and the heir of a shyness that was criminally vulgar..."

persuasion

(the couple dances as the juke box plays on...)

Arrr! That reminds me of when I used to be a school librarian. We had a small collection of stuffed animals. (These were ancient things probably stuffed back in the 1950s, so by the 1980s when I was working there, they were already on their last leg -- literally.) Anyway, we would often take the stuffed raccoon, which looked pretty darn fierce with its sharp teeth showing, and hide it under teachers' desks, when they weren't around. Shiver me timbers! The blood-curdling screams we'd hear a few minutes later were priceless. Tis a wonder we didn't send someone into cardiac arrest. Ah, the good ole days!

(Ciaran puts a Crown in the jukebox and selects, 'Sunday Bloody Sunday' by U-2) Care to dance, Miss Bunny?

Blimey! I see the face of a fierce-looking catfish there in the rock beside ye, Oderlesseye. And, Capt. Siren, that is indeed the orb of some faery being! Cool. Of course none of it may mean anything, but it's fun to believe it is. Life would be pretty dull without the 'could it be's.

Bill of Rights

(raising tankard) To Captain PEW and his promotion! Hip, hip, hooray!

smarty pants (ha, that could become part of another forum here!)

serpents

Eeek! Shiver me timbers! Sorry, lassie, I didn't see ye under that table. Here ye are: Enjoy!

(mornin' dawns and the couples finally collapse around a table) Bacon! We need bacon and orange juice and.....I'll be right back!) (Ciaran bee-bops into the kitchen and soon emerges with plates fer his mates. He slow dances, carrying the plates, over to their table, spins around and places one in front of each pyrate.) One for Lady Snow, Mercenary, William, et moi. (Tangos to the kitchen and re-emerges with mimosas fer all.)