Jacky Tar

Jacky picks up the mug, slides the shot glass to the drinkin' side o' the glass, "Bottoms up!" Downs the beverage, wipes his mustache and turns to Ransom, "That's how it's done, luv."

8, 8 Days! Beat ye t' it! Petee lad. Hope t' see some of me friends thar.

"Oh dessert! Well thar is still some pineapple dippin' sauces left... but, it looks like were out of coconut shrimp."

"Striker if'n ye do offer her somethin' t' eat, offer it t' her wit' a fork. Ye don't want t' be losin' any fingers!' Jacky turns to Ransom again, "I thought I had satisfied yer hunger... wit' the seafood?"

Jacky turns to Ransom, "Somethin' about health and wealth t' ye all!" He sees she is about to bite the Smorrebrod, "Did I mention lips that touch pickled herrin' shall never touch mine?"

Seeing that the Smorrebrod and coffee are reviving Striker, Jacky wonders what will revive the passions of Miss St. Claire? Hoping the Terrier will not just become her next lap dog!

An aside to Captain Striker, "So how did yer mum make 'em? Or was she like mine and couldn't cook?" ***OOC*** We are the strangest looking support group, but the feelings are real enough. Again, my condolences to the young man's family, you and your husband, Ransom.

Jacky has been keeping a weathered eye on Captain Striker, who has emptied his mug of rum, and is now weaving and bobbing about the pub. Jacky hastily rises from the table... "Pardon me Ransom." Jacky walks up to Captain Striker, "Ye have got t' find yer self a girl mate. This drinkin' rum alone, is not good fer ye. Here take my spot at the bar, let me order ye a smorrebrod and some coffee." With Captain Striker eating some food, Jacky returns to Ransom.

Jacky leans forward, "Heaven is just a state of mind luv." Then Jacky leans back into his chair to enjoy the moment.

A bar maid pulls up a chair near their table. A Chinese musician with a Servais cello sits in the chair and begins to play 'Gabriel's Oboe'. The appetizer chef from the galley, asks Jacky if he may serve the shrimp appetizer. Without too much fanfare, a tray with not one, but four pineapple dipping sauces, is brought to the table. The coconut shrimp are on skewers, over a dozen of them, carefully arranged on a cut pineapple half. The sauces are each presented in coconut shells on a bed of banana leafs with small tropical flowers. Another bar maid brings a silver candelabra to the table, a fresh bottle of champagne is quickly brought to the table and a smile returns to Jacky's face.

21) The movie is shot in Los Angeles, and the subtitles are in English.

Jacky pulls in the corners of his mouth, "What grin?"

"Brag, brag, brag... Ye just gettin' all the lads hot and bothered wit' the pencil test. No pencil tests for the lads, thar be other tests which we can't describe in mixed company." "So what's it like bein' a supermodel?"

A sign is posted on the galley door of the pub and it reads, 'Don't bother the chef! No substitutions! Enter on pain o' death! Stay out! This means you Jacky!' Signed 'E'. Jacky pushes the door of the kitchen open. The Portuguese chef see's him and grabs a clever, and addresses Jacky, "Come to gloat over the fact your cajun jambalaya was better? I told you my paprika was bad!" Jacky replys, "No! I have a dinin' companion, who is fussin' about shrimp dippin' sauces. Can ye do a pineapple one? I'll bring ye some fresh paprika, and some of those cayenne peppers ye luv!" The chef puts down the clever, "Throw in some of your Creole seasoning into the bribe, and I'll make a dipping sauce she'll want to make love too!" Jacky smiles, "Then we have an accord." Jacky returns to the table.

"Not sure why cleavage is that important to slim gal. Consider the followin': Do ye have a flat stomach? Arr yer hips bigger than yer waist? Would ye say yer legs or yer torso is longer (probably legs)? If ye answered affirmative to these questions, then yer a supermodel! Most of them don't have much cleavage either."

"Aye, food poisoning... I'll let Killingsworth be the taster, as long as it be his last meal!" "Let me talk t' the galley chef here, about the coconut shrimp. I've had the shrimp wit' an inspired rum dippin' sauce, but I'll ask about the pineapple dippin' sauce."

Jacky turns to Killingsworth, "Do ye have a lousy problem, or did ye eat bad shell fish?" Pauses, "Is that why ye wear a wig? Did ye shave yer head, because ye were a nitwit or just had nits?"

Have ye tried the lobster here? No claws like it's New England cousin. What say ye, we can share some lobster ceviche wit' a grilled papaya salad? Not t' worry they cook the lobster first, and ye won't eat better.

"I don't know about his sea worthiness, Silkie. If he sneezes, his head might go rollin' around the pub!"

"Define nice." Jacky chuckles.

Jacky turns to Mistress McKinney, "Aye, I enjoy lady Ransom's company more than I may say, very perceptive Mistress McKinney." Jacky see's a face he hasn't seen in a while; it's Silkie. He smiles and nods to her. Jacky says to Ransom, "Ye still have not touched the drink, yer probably hungry. Where arr me manners, can I offer ye somethin' to eat?"

"Yes, thank ye. Wit' or wit' out glasses?" Gives him an apraising look. "Your choice." "Temptress!" Jacky pours champagne and a tot of tatoo into a glass, and sends the other glass back t' the bar. Jacky offers the drink to Ransom.

"Yes, thank ye. Wit' or wit' out glasses?"

T' Ragin' Robbie, I believe ye have a better command of the king's english than most. Ye have wit, but yer vitriolic posts will light shorter fuses than mine. I ask ye t' consider turnin' the other cheek, once and awhile, to those who are no threat t' ye. I'm glad ye have a good home life, as many do not. I respect yer right to scuttle ships as ye see fit; I just ask ye to remember the pub is not a ship. In this thread, we arr silly pirates and our posturin' is designed to entertain and hopefully make people laugh. Come in as our guest and mayhaps one day ye may leave as a friend. Jacky Tar

Jackie moves closer and whispers, "I would take the clothes off my back, to maintain yer modesty. But I do think a blue sash would compliment those eyes!"