Jacky Tar

"No, I think she meant both. Besides both can be salty!"

"Welcome t' the pub Kate! Tis a good name Kate; perhaps ye should sit by the fire to dry off a bit."

Pours some coffee for Ransom, "Well some folks suspect good fortune will always be followed by bad. Jane has no doubt had her share of bad fortune." "Our Captain Striker needs someone watchin' his back, and Jane may fit that bill." Jacky still looks worried.

Hello, Miss St. Claire! I looked up a few recipes fer stuffed clams; the good folks of Rhode Island eat well. Do ye stuff them yer self, or are they available in the markets? I shop wit' the Trader Joe here, and we had Baked Chicken, brown rice, and Asian veggies. Like Captain Culli, I do most of the cookin' at home. Bon appetit, Jacky Tar

breeches

"Aye... Sir William, I too must pass on the jalapenos. I'm satisfied wit' the risotto, and lookin' forward t' the baked pears, wit' the walnut creme! This Spanish Cava seems t' go down easy, wit' everythin'." "Silkie luv, the pendant is nice, but yer about t' get it's nest in the Guacamole!" Jacky smiles and winks.

"Welcome to the pub, Culliford! If ye been readin' the posts here, ye know yer expected to hail us thirsty pirates t' the bar, fer drinks. So, what say ye?"

R&R

Wasn't it the one he asked, before you asked this one?

Your humble servant y.h.s.

Turns to Silkie, "I can see I'm goin' t' have t' serve some time in the galley here, just t' learn some of these recipes." Again to William Red Wake, "Thank ye again, Sir William!"

"Sir William, if the Risotto tastes as good as it smells, we'll be dinin' well indeed! Pray tell, what is a walnut creme, on the baked pears?"

"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today!" (After all, we're pirates mates!)

"Sorry, Silkie there is no east coast chapter." Jacky muses about coast to coast piracy. "It would be grand, if there were an east coast chapter."

Miss St. Claire are ye a vegetarian?

The eldest of the boys carried their new found wealth home, to present to their mother. They scrambled along the dirty streets and back alleys, until they had arrived home. The boys were out of breath and excited, as they entered the door, they called out for their mother. "Mother, mother... look at our good fortune!" The eldest held out the purse the lady had given them. Their mother looked over the purse and saw the signet stamp on the bag. She hushed the boys, "This purse belongs t' someone aboard the Relentless! Did ye get it from a crew member of the Relentless?" The boys knew there were no women crew members aboard the Relentless. "If ye did not, ye must take it t' the Relentless, and return it. It would be remiss of ye, if ye did not." The boys hung their heads, for they knew see was right. "I will take it t' the Relentless mother", the eldest said. She lifted the chin of her eldest, and looked him squarely in the eyes, "We have recieved many kindnesses from Mister Tar, since yer father's passin'." She then looked at her son's feet, "Least of which the shoes he left fer ye, where did ye leave them?" The boys were now both embarrassed, and the youngest replied, "Mother forgive us, we were pretended t' be gentlemen of fortune boardin' a Spanish galleon!" She shook her head, "Clean yer selves up, and put on yer shoes. Then take this purse back t' the Relentless."

"I am wit' a group of pirates that sets up an entertainment encampment, at events. This group is primarily made up of singers (no, I don't sing). Iron Bess is one of the singers, and she sings very well! But, like most folks everyone has little time, for anything else. I joined this group t' meet some fellow pirates and make new friends." "My reason fer comin' t' the pub was the same; since, most pirates are spread far and wide, the pub helps bring us all a little closer, between events." "Aye, limbo... everybody limbo... it's scary, where does ones self end and the other begin?"

"Kass has a business designin' patterns for period clothin'; I'm sure her designs are the most accurate. However, if ye need local and inexpensive, Butterick sells POTC patterns fer $15; the package fer men, included breeches, shirt, waistcoat and top coat patterns. I bought some cotton duck cloth fer my waistcoat at a local JoAnn's fer $7 a yard; I had a discount coupon too." "Yer lucky if'n ye can sew, as I can't; but, lucky fer me I had an Aunt that was willin'."

"Wouldn't say I was at home yet. Stillin' feelin' my way around the pub. Glad t' make folks laugh when I can and join in on creatin' a story. Not ready t' don a banner fer a thread yet, like ye have done; by the bye, yer banner is nicely done." "I've been introduced t' some grand pirates, met a few in the flesh outside the pub; hope t' meet more. Some I'll probably only know through the pub, but they are dear t' me, all the same." "Heard about yer singin', seen yer art talents, know about yer penchant fer dancin' on tables... Silkie luv, where do ye find the time?"

Jacky lifts his glass to share a toast with Silkie, "Aye, old friends and new, and William Red Wake, the proprietor of the Tsunami Kate and food connoisseur." "Glad ye chose t' join me, Silkie."

"Spanish Champagne, truly! Ye do have these things well thought out. I'll sip this port and consider it, thank ye."

"The port might not match wit' that dish. Recommendations then Sir William?"

Should I withdraw all MILF questions? (and I do!)

sucralose

"A fine choice indeed! Thank ye, Sir William. Silkie I can recommend the port, and while sweet and good wit' dessert, it might go well wit' the Plantain & Chicken skewers." "Sir William, are the Plantains sweet, as prepared in that dish?" "Silkie would ye like t' share a table and have a glass of this port?"