Captain Jacob Badger

No way!! ...le champignons est tout le monde

O'Malley...hersel'

listen t'.......fugees.......the score......

An expensive...wench...

Cream of mushroom....soup :)

French toast........

listenin' t' the sound o' rain hittin' me cabin, an' the riggin' bangin' out a rhythm on the masts.........'tis a squally dat t'day...

is there any other? port of call..

thats bubbly things innit? ....(wwwubbery.....(Rubbery).....got a mate with a lisp....... )

today.....worried........drunk an' worried.......an'... great!!.....now wet....tsk! ....but the weathers good

wwwubbery things

mozart........

cruel things

Eva Peron

Arrrr.....alas, these ARE meals fit fer a king.....but, naught whats I ordered.... The Hunters looks liken a pastie t' me......normally comes in a bowl...covered in garlic an' tomato seasoned sauce...... The veg ye supplied be a salad, when it were new potatos, steamed carrots 'n' peas that I after...... the dessert be passable..... The WHISKEY!!.......ye calls THAT,.....a whiskey?we uses 'infamous gross' the cleans the bilge!......bells be the same monkey!......d' ye naught have a good malt, liken a Glenfidich or s'thing?.......arrr, ye scotts, likes t' keep yer head clear o' the old alky-hol, 'case there's a fight......hurrr hurrrr....... Arrr....Mr Wake, ye be a fine man, an' most excellent chef....an', I will be eatin' yer fine fair.....(throws pouch on the table).......but please, give the bottle t' the needy.....they might needs s'thing t' wash wi'h..... .(ooc...all said in jest peeps). :)

pullin' the 'wool' over....

'Thank 'e sah....I'll be taken an ale ifin ye please.....an' there's naught 'virgin' 'bout my customage........just naught really into eatin' on an empty stomach....hurrr hurrrr... So let me get this straight in me grey matter.......ye just thinks up the grub......an' it 'magik likes' appears in front o' ye?.......hmmmm ...lets give this a go then......er... One 'Hunters chicken' and seasonal veg.........an' Chocolate sponge cake......wi' 'pink' custard...liken the stuff ye used t' get in school whens we were kids..... Now thats a meal... :) ....oh an' a dram o' penderyn whiskey fer the cold. aye

The Victory...

(shouts heard from outside)........'' NO!!....I've told ye before.....I don't knows any bloody 'obbits!........An' the only baggins's i know are under me eyes's....now bugger orf!!'' ''tsk!.....(looks up at sign.....opens door....steps in)......So this is were ye all bugger orf t'..........wow, nice place!.........Mr Wake, I applaud ye!..... (Pulls out a chair.....sits.....stands up again.......moves over one place settin'......sits....looks around fer a menu).........

Blackmoores nights..........ghost in the rose....

'yer the one that I wants......arrr, arrr.....arrrrrr!!

Elbow grease

Portishead....dummy

fluffy clouds

Hmmmm....(scratches beard)....I see's where ye comin' from.....never thought of it that way...(plays cd again..).........sortta......interupts the flow a little....hmmm, always thought that it were just a dramatic build up 'opree' style......the leadin' o' the souls an' that......oh well....each t' their version aye ..cheers