Cheeky Actress

^ Well, Hollywood pyrate would be E. Flynn. Real Pyrate would be Tew. Got to love a pyrate that had enough sense to hide his treasure and move it from place to place. He didn't even trust his own men... < Oh, Dr. Syn is a wonderful story. I am not sure, but I think England just had a reenactment/holiday regarding him V Passing on the question.

Lilly looks over at Bess and Lady Constance. I dare say, I rather not know what I am eating - thank you Bess. Oh, and Bess lives only 1/8 of mile from a Buffalo farm. If the wind is right in the summer you can hear them....and smell them, too!

Scotch-Irish

Lilly nods a thank-you to William and takes a piece from the bread board. Pulling it apart, she then dips it into her soup. "Now, this REALLY hits the spot. Takes away the early Spring chill." Lilly continues to nosh as the Captain waits for William to take a seat and pour himself another glass of wine.

Yes, Captain. Do continue your tale of great adventure!" Lilly says smiling as she cups her tankard and sips her cider slowly.

Lilly pours herself cider and nuzzles up to a bowl of chicken soup. "William? Any chance I can get a nice piece of crusty French bread to go with my soup?"

Lilly sits across from Captain Sterling. "Oh, get on with the story, Johnny. Let us hear the good part. You, know....the bit about the pyrate and pyrate hunter getting 'squiffy' in Barcelona (sp?)"

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Scorch

It must be the day-time sudafed that has put you in such a state!

Lilly walks in and looks at the Captain with Lady Snow upon his knee. "This be a pretty picture?!" Lilly gives a smirk to the two of them. Black Syren...do hand over the rolling pin, if you would please! Then Lilly narrows her eyes and looks in the direction of William. "Yer suppose to keep on eye upon this one!" She says pointing in the direction of the Captain now with rolling pin in hand. "So...how many lumps would you like Captain with your tea?"

Syrupy

How do I support my pirate habit?! LOL! Must you ask?!

Stern

PORT!!!

Fox Hunt!

combat

Aux postes de combats (to combat stations)!

Clam Bake!

Noise

Bump

Welkin

And what's this about you running away with that...wagtail, Nelly Greene?!

Can ye please tell me WHAT is going on here?! I be not property nor chattel to be given away upon a whim?! Ney! I shall not marry Burke or any other man unless I fancy it so.

Oh nuts! Sorry I missed this...Happy Belated Birthday to you, Red Bess! Hope you had a wonderful day of it!