Capt. Bo of the WTF co.

Yes, there's far too many that are only in it to dress up for each other and "peacock" for the publik. I myself, beleive in makin the best effort, and improving anywhere ye be able, and as is true for many, AS yer able. I've seen far too many a newcomer leave offended by the over burdening scrutiny of them blasted "peacocks", and have come close to bloodyin' the fine Scottish smallsword that me missus an th' young'uns allowed me fer Fathers Day last. Tis' better to help someone along their way than to send them away says I! We all started with nothing at some point, and when we leave this life, we should at least take a bit of comfort in knowin we tried ta send along the next crew with a better lot than the one we got... ahh, hellfire! There ye went and got me on the rum keg preachin thin agin! Not yer fault mate...my weakness ta be certain. Capt. Bo

Truly a "shot in the dark" sir, but for some reason I be thinkin "Highlander" Capt.Bo

Always up fer adventure m'ladies! Bombs away Miss Bunny!!! And what would ye be wantin ta know? I plan on bein about a spell as I've already grown quite fond o' the comp'ny hereabouts. More freindly than me own blood kin says I. Capt. Bo

AWWW! Where do ya get such awful spectres such as those? I beleive I'm gonna toss me rum...HEAVE HOOOO...bleeeeech!

Tis nothin Mum. A man of the shadows I be. Barely noticed wherever I go. Tis the nature of me buisiness. Step up then Lass! have yer pleasure on my purse, and thankee fer the kind words. Capt. Bo

A local church had been losing members, and so decided to go on a recruiting drive to boost the numbers. The Elders appointed one of the Deacons as their ambassador, and so he set out in search of new members. Now this was a fundamentalist church with some strict principles and hardline views, so the task was difficult at best for the Deacon, as one of the most important requiorements of membership was that new members must abstain from sex for two weeks before being approved for membership. Well, the Deacon finally got three couples interested in the church and they all agreed to the task. Aty the end of the two weeks, the Deacon went out to meet with the couples to find out the results. He approached the first couple, who were in their seventies, and aked them how it went... Well, said the man, at our age sex isn't much of an issue, so we had no problems at all. Very good! Welcome to the church! says the Deacon. And on to the second couple, who were in their mid-forties, asked them the same... Well, there were some difficult moments, but as we are mature enough to abide by our obligations, we managed to make it through sccessfully. Very good! Welcome to the church! says the Deacon. And on to the final couple, who were in their early twenties, asking them again the same...how did you do? The young couple bowed their heads in obvious shame and the young man began to speak... Well Deacon, we did OK until yesterday. You see, my wife was wearing her really short shorts, and a very tight tube top, and when she bent over to pick up something she dropped, I lost it and we did it right then and there. WELL! said the Deacon... and very indignantly informed them..You are NOT welcome in the church! The young woman spoke up and said... I'm not suprised, we're not welcome at the supermarket either! Capt. Bo

Quite so Blackfoot. I can often be found wandering about in the state of "Misery" indeed! When there, I earn my keep from the back of the horse more than the deck of a river scow. It's a tough go of it at times, as the travelers are few and the King of Spain and his Ministry do not keep their government very well provided. But, poor rogue as I am, I makes a livin just the same. As we be ported fairly close, I'd ask ye to share in that rum, on me, face to face at some date to your conveinience sir. I'll be bringing a bottle of Myers dark, an some Amberbock to wash the whiskers wit'. What say ye ta THAT mate? Capt. Bo P.S.( I'm on the map if ye wants ta wander inta camp. My she mate is always ready ta welcome the Bretheren as long as ye mind yer manners before th' young'uns)

AAAAGGHHH!! Saddle the horses boy! After viewin that blue wraith I'd rather face th' Gov'nors Guard un-armed and drunk!

Aye mate, it's them kinds that's driven me here! :) Been through the whole bit from CW, Mount. man, Rev War, longhunter, F&I, etc. over the past twenty years. Seems them "stuffies" is always throwin poop in th' soup! Fight on mate... Capt. Bo has yer back!

Aye, the blades be Kris...the ugly dame be a Turk. At least that's where I'd put my coin in wager gents. Capt. Bo

Just a testimonial from 4 years in the U.S Navy. Yes it happened, no it wasn't prevailant. I was aware of who was and who wasn't. They didn't bother me, nor I them. When it came time to do our duty, we all relied on each other to do what we were trained to do, for the mutual benefit of our survival. We, as a species, have made amazing progress in math, science, medicine, and technology, but as humans, very little of human nature has changed between the now, and peolple of Aristotles time. Just my humble oppinion. Capt. Bo

As it should be for certain! Ray my good man... as the Gov'nor was also very generous with his coin, would ye please be so kind as to set up each with their own favorite as they choose! Mind you all not to ignore the cask I've brought. Compliments of the Royal Gov'nor of the Spanish Louisiana from whence I hail. Drink up my freinds ...be not the least sparing! It's a great day for this ol' rogue to have found such a place to hide...er-uh sit a spell! Captian Ciaran, sir, forgive me my error, but the place was Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. Too many mugs under the belt since those days I'd reckon. A fine lot of celebratin we did though! (sets bag of coin with Spanish Royal seal on bar). Capt. Bo

Why thankee kindly my dear Captain, sir. I've sailed from the Charleston Harbour a many years back on some very strange vessels painted "haze gray and under-way". Made it to the North Carolinas on two occaisions while stationed there in the south. I was trying to recall the name of the spot on the beach where we did so much... er- uh... celebratin, as it were. A quite popular gatherin place it was, but my memory does fail me at presnent. Don't be sparin of the Madeira freind... the Gov'nor was quite generous in his..er.. absence from the cellars. Drink up man!

Halooo the pub... A highwayman and river rougue requestin permission to board. I've not been in this port before and being new to the 21st century gadgetry have much ta learn about navigation in these waters. I'm not much of a sailor, but good hand with blade, musket, or pistol to be certain. Lookin ta crew wherever I may find welcome. The Gov'nor and myself, in Spanish Louisiana, have, well... shall we say run afoul of each other. This is courtesy of His Royal self.. the Gov'nor..( has lackey roll in cask of fine spanish Madeira)... Drink up on his lordship lads & lasses! Enjoy! I must now tend to my horse as it has been a long journey. Save a spot for me at the bar if you'll be so kind. Capt. Bo