Jacky Tar

mountain oysters

Kid? She's a pup no more, fer she's a Shepard full grown.

(I know t' their mums they'll always be kids.)

Devil of a ... goodtime!

The word t' associate is: goodtime

(Pirate get t'gethers)

Lady 'B', a very Happy Birthday, t' ye lass.

Let's hope this trip around the sun brings a bit more o' the shiny, an a blessed year.

Dillard stood there, wit' his mouth agape, as the scene unfolded.

"Mister Dillard, it appears our efforts t' snag the galleons rudder, hav been thwarted. See that the rope is pulled back aboard, an hav Stones secure that anchor." I said t' him, "... and Mister Dillard, they're Spanish; more than likely they've netted one o' their own. So, step lively man, an keep an eye out fer Silkie."

Aye, welcome back, Rumba.

Now t' work an post yer pictures!

Hmmmm, I've kissed those gents....on the cheek. I know them well. Achoo!

Aye, BHP kissin' an tellin', again.

Jants, saw yer Batman costumes, amazin' work lad!

... and now back to our regularly scheduled clean thread...

(Huh! This from the lass that brought us Rosie Palm?)

Shoefly

nymphomaniac

(Some say it's curable... I say, why bother?)

Didn't see anyone post 'bout this weekends' event.

Pirate Charles band is playin' Saturday, May 10th, on the Main Stage.

Here's the link: http://www.goldcoastfestivals.com/ojairen/renpg1.html

The unmistakeable sound of a cannon in the distance, seemed t' hav awaken everyman on board the galleon. The capitan had called fer all hands on deck, an their decks were swarmin' wit' sailors an marines.

"This is bad timin'." I muttered, as I watched the sleepin' galleon spring t' life. I scanned the dark waters anxiously, tryin' t' get a glimpse o' Silkie. There was too much activity near the stern o' the galleon, fer her not t' be noticed.

"Come on lass, abort the mission, 'fore yer spotted." I wanted t' shout, but it was too late. There was lot's o' yellin', an I couldn't be sure, but it looked like a cargo net had been tossed overboard near the stern. Men were either pushed or jumped in t' the water, an somethin' was dragged in t' a waitin' long boat.

I turned back t' Silkie, an said seriously, "I wouldn't worry 'bout sharks, but should a gator swim out t' meet ye, get yer self back on this ship."

"Ye needn't concern yer self 'bout yer state o' undress either, I've had Smithe lower the last long boat in t' the water, an ye can disrobe there." I directed her toward the port side ladder, down t' the long boat. "Come around t' the starboard side, when yer able, an Stones will drop a rope t' ye. Just run the rope 'bout the rudder o' the galleon, and yer labors will be done."

Welcome t' the club, Patrick. It's a slippery slop this side o' that mid-point. Don't know if it is a time o' crisis, but it does give one pause.

Well on t' celebratin' fifty more. Happy Birthday Patrick!

The Jas Townsend people sell well made products, in me humble opinion.

I've purchased a pair o' the fall front knee breeches and their hand finished tricorn; the tricorn I ordered wit' black trim and sans cockade, is a bargain at $35.

Now fer the purists, the breeches are machine sewed, but very nicely made. The tricorn is wool an not fur felt; they sell a fur felt hat which is considerably more expensive.

The good folks at Jas Townsend are honest merchants, an won't sell ye inferior products.

(Jacky is runnin' around, tryin' t' scare up a birthday cake, fer Haunting Lily's Natal day *pun intended*)

Please save a dance fer ol' Jacky, dear Lily. I trust yer birthday celebration is still in full swing.

Nay, Wicked Genia, we don't make it a habit o' sinkin' other pirate's ships; professional courtesy dictates that we don't usually attack one another, in port.

Damnation!! Professional courtesy, bugger that! Too kind fer a pyrate...

Ah! Sterling, aren't ye late fer yer own hangin'?

We don't extend the same courtesy t' pirate hunters.

Oi! Gather round lads an lasses, wit' Sterling, we get a twofer... We can hav a ship sinking an a hangin'!

:leans o'er t' Jacky Tar 'n whispers:

"...this one har be a lass, right Jacky??"

Aye, MadL! A lass this time.

Nay, Wicked Genia, we don't make it a habit o' sinkin' other pirate's ships; professional courtesy dictates that we don't usually attack one another, in port.

The long boat had long passed out o' sight, an the sun was beginning t' set. I sent Smithe t' wake Silkie.

Stones had prepped our gift fer the galleon, an we just needed Silkie t' loop the rope 'bout their rudder, under the cover o' darkness.

Dillard remarked 'bout our good fortune, wot wit' their bow still pointin' north and ours south.

"Aye, the anchor will allow us time t' put some distance 'tween us, and their long guns." I remarked. I wondered out loud, wot was takin' Silkie, so long.

An' Jacky... how would ye know Bess' vessel be sinkin'? Did ye sink it? :::eyes Jacky with a smirk:::

Me, sink the Sea Witch? Nay, that ol' tub, just started springin' leaks.

(Slips Alder's auger, safely out o' sight, behind the bar.)

Ok, now I be right confused here, aint ye the belly dancer at THESAGELION.COM??

   

If not then...Bloody 'ell, I'm go'n back t' th' sea, back t' th' sea were I know just what's expected outta me!!!

 

Trust me lad, no one wants t' see this belly dancin'!

Liberte was the belly dancer, an well... most o' the gents eyes never made it t' her belly, either.

So, I suppose it's back out t' sea fer ye, lad. That ways, we landlubbers can keep the belly dancers t' ourselves.

I am not s'good with dates. That is why I have students.

Lad, that hole ye be diggin is getting a tad deep. Ye may want to stop diggin now.

Students and dates? Won't go there...

Really enjoyed the friendly challenges, an the hospitality of yer camp brethren.

Til' the next event.

(I watch with a bemused expression as Iron Bess uses JT's sleeve at a hanky. 'Course, she's wearing her cutlass, so I guess protesting wouldn't do him much good. LOL)

Fair enough... Her ship was sinkin' when I got here.

However it's often better to not single out a single person in a band of so many ...

Single ye out? It's just that yer easier t' hit... The others duck an cover faster!

Welcome lass! Enjoy yer stay.

Ray, I'll hav a root beer, on the lass's coin.

Thank ye, Agenia!

Aye, I spent a bit o' the shiny fer a copy, fer me self too.

The members o' New Providence are lively performers, an very entertainin' in their own right; as those who've caught their live performances will attest.

Iron Bess is a Celtic songbird t' be sure. Just watch yer purses and hearts, when yer aroun' her, lads.