Cut-throat

After being briefly filled in on the horrible events that occurred while he was knocked unconscious, Johnson quickly wiped the blood from his brow. His wounds were minor but the pain in his heart for his Captain was immense. Silently swearing a wrathful and bloody revenge, Johnson turned and began examining his beloved swivel gun, " Yer Maker ". " Maker " lass, it seems that ye pulled through better than me. Good girl ! ". Cut-throat began gently running his hand down the length of the barrel. " Now what say we load ye up good an tight an prepare ye to take men's lives, aye ? They won't be catchin' ol' Cut unconscious twice. Now it be me turn to introduce 'em to hell. No matter what god they pray to, when I get through with 'em, they'll be in so many pieces, I'll send 'em to all of 'em ! ".

Cheech & Chong :)

Internal Necrosis :)

Who's been puttin' out their Kools on my Persian ? ! I love that movie Christine

Swingers

Consciousness slowly began to take hold of Johnson. What had just transpired ? The murder gunner realized that he was staring at the sky. But why ? Smoke whisped across his face as he inhaled it's devilous sting. The flicker of flames danced about the deck as Johnson lay upon his back. Rolling on his side, Cut-throat was incredibly slow to rise. His body ached immensly. Blood ran down the length of his wood peppered arm and face. " Bloody hell ! " he thought to himself. " What in the name o' the abyss happened ? ". Johnson could not remember for the life of him. Glancing down the length of the embattled deck, Johnson spotted his Master Gunner with a nasty head wound. " Mister Petee sir ! What happened sir ? Yer' bleedin'....all o' us are bleedin'. What the hell happened ? ". Johnson tried his best to fight the amnesia he was afflicted by to no avail. His memory did not serve him at this moment. Reaching to his injured arm, Cut-throat pulled a wooden splinter from his blood-soaked shoulder. He then began to yank out the ones that decorated his face.

Soup Nazi

Exactly how long a work week feels...um ok, here's the word....torture

Chop-chop !

Upon the deck of the mighty Watch Dog, Johnson studies his freshly crafted knife. Jonathan Hawks had made quite a masterpiece for the notorious swivel gunner. The blade was a sturdy twelve inches in length and sharpened on both sides. The first two inches of the blade, from the hilt up, was flattened and dulled for parrying capabilities. The hilt was a solid brass and the handle encompassed the full-tang blade. The handle was capped with a nasty little brass pommel that Cut-throat was more than pleased with. Hawks was indeed a master blacksmith and Johnson was far from the average cutter. This blade would suit Johnson nicely. Tucking the blade back into it's leather sheath and into his waist belt, Johnson nodded his head in satisfaction as he mentally reminded himself that he would have to register the blade with the ship's Quartermaster.......

6 feet under

Hocus Pocus

Mumbo Jumbo

I just received me Blackbeard tricorn oil/wax treated. It be a beauty. Cap'n Jack MacKay be a fine craftsman. He be very prompt in his delivery, even though he told me he be quite swamped with orders. A stand up business man indeed. :) I highly recommend his talents to all. Huzzah to Cap'n Jack MacKay

distributor

Standing up from polishing the swivel post of "Yer Maker", Johnson turns to spot Mister Hawks. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Johnson approaches the Master Blacksmith with his usual swagger. " Ahoy there Mister Hawks. Tis a fine eve, aye ? How fare ye sir ? ".

Sex, Drugs, n' Rock n' Roll

Air heads

Regis

Cortez

Aztecs

Pavlov

Johnson overhears the Captain's comment to the Master Gunner as he is polishing "Yer Maker", Johnson's beauty of a murder gun. Looking to Petee with an eagerness in his eye, Johnson bellows. " Master Gunner Petee, sir, ye think I could make fodder o' those barrels with me baby ?. I bet with the right an proper load, "Yer Maker" would make toothpicks outta' 'em ".

Freudian slip

Ocean's 11