CaptainCiaran

Hump day Wednesday

(Spyglass to eye, Ciaran watches from on high as the Captain and crew row across to the Chasse de Mer. The Lookout smiles to himself as he notices how stiff everyone looks in their fineries, not at all relaxed and natural as they do aboard the Watch Dog.)

knowing when to say enough

The reports from the French Quarter are that, aye, Cafe du Monde and other landmarks are still there and not damaged.

... and the music, I love the ompah bands at Greek festivals.

(Ciaran shows Capt. Gage the coffee tin, then pours him a big cup)

Drink up Sir!

Civil War

swingin' from the trees

(Ciaran presents two beignets and a cup of hot java to Tempest)

Bon appetite!

(Reminiscing about New Orleans, the French Quarter, Ciaran decides to make a little tribute breakfast. He goes into the kitchen and soon the delicious aroma of fresh brewed coffee fills the Tsunami. From the kitchen the sound of deep frying is followed by a the finest of white dust seeping out into the dining area. Ciaran emerges covered in powdered sugar.)

Voici, mes amis!

comedians

deaf, dumb, blind

sea men

super size it

info-mercial

afternoon traffic

bdsm

champagne

(joining the Monsignor, Mr. St. Anthony, and the QM, Ciaran stands lookin' down at the body of 'Van Buren')

Monsignor, what do you make of this? It seems that every answer creates more questions.

(climbing down the ropes, as his watch ended, Ciaran nearly falls, as he overhears the Monsignor's revelation)

Mon Dieu! Van Buren was a woman!

Mary, Bloody Mary

Watery and pale, that's how I like me beers. So I be quite content with a Rolling Rock, a Molson Canadian, or a Heineken. I also have a taste for an Alexander Keith's India Pale ale -- Nova Scotia's best.

Aye, it be true -- when it comes to beers, I be a weenie, a sissy!

But I can still hit me mark with me rapier and pistol, so watch yerself!

tricks

valentine

Gatlin gun