Capt. Lazarus Gage

^Lookout aboard the Watch Dog

Tension hangs in the air. “Dangerous times are ahead” I think to myself. It was an odd thing to be excused from my own galley. “I hope the captain doesn’t realize his secret stash of rum is short….” While pondering this thought Mr. Powell approached him with a young girl at his side. “Cap’n wants you to keep an eye on this little lady here, she’s new on board.” Mr. Powell quickly turned and left leaving us alone on the gundeck. “Well young lady what might I call you?” I asked smiling. “Callie, Callie Moore.” She said with an evident air of confusion about her. “Well Ms. Moore I think I can find some good use for you down in the galley, best we be goin’ below deck.” As I finished my thought a skirmish seemed to break out on deck between two men whom appeared to be Mr. Flint and Jonas. “Best we be goin’ below deck now.” I took her by the arm and headed for the galley. A very ominous feeling began to creep over me, “But first I must stop by my chest to retrieve a few things Ms. Moor, best to be prepared for anything.”

Taco Bell: Crunch wrap supreme & a bean burrito.

I've decided to leave said she.

inferior/uniforms

Shouting in class gets you a slap on the hand.

let god sort em' out

^Knows that I have a job similar to christine's.

Hit me with your best shot.

Off we go to the land of nod.

Ink Wells/Brisket

I won a local cooking contest and my recipe appeared on the news.

Shouting, I pulled the nail out of my hand.

perfect circle

black and tan

Hand me that child, I'll stop him from shouting!

Air guitar was never his strong point.

Damn baby shit in his loves.

I'm obsessed with time.

hush puppies/cadillac

sun

^Has a job similar to mine.

plasma

hemp/down

^Is a dread pyrate