Rosalinda

Smile for me Barquentine.

Thank you Barquentine. This looks very interesting. I think I will read it from cover to cover. Right now.

Seaskull !! You read me like a book, yes you do! But, no, it's not that either. Go play me another song somewhere, and I'll go steal some doubloons down in the city.

It's not a chicken, or a stary gazey pie, it's not a marshmellie... and it's not a fungus... sooooooo, everybody just zip it!

Doubloons, dagger or dirk, black powder, flintlock, extra flints, lots of shot, lipstick, cutlass or rapier, tankard, kleenex, breath mints, coupons, keys to the ship, somethin' to write with, somethin' to write on, perfume, couple of condoms (you NEVER know). That's what's in my bag at the moment. Sumpin' like 'at, anyway.

Yes. I suppose hitting a brick wall at 90 miles an hour might pump one's nads rather permanently.

OK. You'll be quite surprised then when you see what it really is.

Damn, you're getting close. I just sent you an e-mail with a sneak peak. And I said MAYBE I'll post it Nov. 5th, and MAYBE NOT.

ARGH !! You might be on to something. The toenails... er, yes, they be painted red like strawberriess... or FIRE *chuckling*

It ain't no marshmellie, either. But I did use an ocean of blue watercolors in various flavors. And I just changed my socks again since you drew attention to it. Don't wanna give away anything.

You are so bad, EP! Well, I ain't voting. And it ain't a turtle. But you will see the whole thing on November 5th. MAYBE. Yes. I did change my socks today.

Shut your trap, CheChe! Barquentine, get that wooden leg of yers in here! I wanna talk to yer scurvy arse, yes I do !!

You know this particular episode of Pyrateville gave me brain damage, don't you? Yeah, I got your *Vardo* right here!

That's how I live my life, Black Jack.... Going 90 miles an hour down a dead end street...

Arrr ! I don't know jack about anything, EP. Just a lowly gypsy trying to make it down the road.

OK. I guess we have this squared up? Right.

Pirates = Ship on an ocean, blades, cannons, cool clothes, hip lingo, sayin' Arrrrrr or Argh, whatever else comes to mind. Aliens = Plasma, ability to travel at the speed of light, metal objects imbeded in your nose, morphing, green toxic blood, cloning, the FBI, conspiracy, apology is policy, Mulder & Scully tracking them down, and my personal favorite: Trust No One.

That's a bloody good plan mate. I'll be damned before I'll be fooled again. No!!! Not what EP said...... what Barquentine said !!! Anyway, like I said... I won't get fooled again.

And who is Pud?

Aye, come to think of it now, I do remember a promise that I made.

Aye, Darkmalkin. If that is the case, he had me at "hello." Well, perhaps I'll just go take a look for meself. Permission to come aboard the Crux, Cap'n Barquentine?

Aye. Well, I'll say this much. You have a way with words. And mystery. Ah. Perhaps? No, it couldn't be!

I dare not ask! You ask! Well go on..... ask him yourself!

Aye, an' now ye be pryin' me with the beauty of your prose. I'm thinking hard on this. Another hint, perhaps, kind Sir? AVAST! Many a threat n' a promise has been made to me. Some with ill intent, an' some that a lass could only dream of. Which be this? No! It could not be what I think!

Oh, just one question, Barquentine. Why'd you park your busted up ol' tub next to my sloop? Not planning on stealing parts, are you?