CaptainCiaran

(Ciaran and Swan keep their positions high above. Once all the visiting officers vanished down below, Ciaran whispers to Swan:) I don't trust them one bit, especially that Captain Skullhead. Keep yer bow close by, Swan, and I'll do the same with me muskets.

Sounds yummy-licious, Jack! Hope it all be a great success.

peanut butter jelly sandwich

dagwood

smores

thin mints

Girl and Boy Scouts

a few cuss words

(watching from above, Ciaran is distracted for a brief second. 'Could have sworn I heard Jack's voice from down below'. Ciaran shakes his head and continues watching the events at the merchantman.)

hubby

spastic

fluffers

(eyes glazing over) Tim Horton's. Oh my god, I need a double chocolate Tim Horton's doughnut from Canada right now. (drool begins seeping out corner of mouth)

spawning

Oh, great, now all I can think about is a Tim Horton's double chocolate doughnut. Last summer in Canada, it was my regular special treat. Best damn doughnuts I've ever had!

Congratulations, Charity! That's wonderful. May ye keep up the good work to achieve the desired results.

swimming pool

(The Monsignor passes along the Captain's order to Ciaran and Swan. From their high perches, all three stand poised and ready.)

contact sport

State Fair

(Throughout the night we watched in silence as the fire aboard the Dutch merchantman blazed. It was a spectacular display, the flaming tongues leaping upward, the orange light dancing in the night sky and on the water's face. It mesmerized us -- those flames -- as we watched from the safety of The Watch Dog. Our ship was in darkness, as we dared not light the first candle nor lantern. We were as yet unseen to the frantic crew of the merchantman -- invisible to them, yet like a serpent so very close and ready to strike. And, now far off on the horizon, the first appearances of light began to announce Aurora's arrival, faint streaks of pink etching upward from the east. Glass to eye, Ciaran could see in these first moments of early light that most of the fires aboard the merchantman were extinguished, although thick smoke continued to rise and glowing embers still showed. There was much movement aboard the deck, yet still The Watch Dog had not been seen.)

rifle

Arr! Gramercy, Capt. (Ciaran sits himself down and dives in) What be ye drinkin? I'll buy yer next round.

toe sucker

(whips out his trusty fork) Mind if I join ye in that, Capt. Sophia?