Jacky Tar

Well it seems we hav more than pyracy in common, sir. A very Happy Natal Day Quartermaster James!

Playboy (The guy who has the penthouse view, not the magazine.)

resort (Nice)

Hmm.... MadL, as in Mad as 'll or short fer somethin' else, I wonder. Welcome t' the pub MadL!

Lord help us, another red head! Though I see yer hair color changes wit' yer mood. Keep a weather eye on this one lads an lasses. Red hair at night, sailors delight... Black hair in the mornin', sailors take warnin'... Welcome t' the pub, Jezzy!

coquette (most pirate wenches)

Ahhh! The sensation that runs from yer mouth t' yer toes. Warm, satisfying... yet always leaves ye wantin' more! We're talkin' 'bout cookies, right?

Kangaroo (they hav pok'ets)

I fer one will grieve, fer I hav had the pleasure o' knowin' ye. I suppose it is easier fer us t' grieve fer those we know, or know 'bout; tis' much harder t' grieve fer those we do not know (I suppose that's why some people desperately try t' bring some horrible events, like those in Darfur, t' our attention). Aye Patrick, I would grieve if ye pass 'fore me, as well. I wish everyone on the pub good health, wealth an happiness. I fer one shall turn a glass ov'r fer Mister Ledger an I hope someday someone will do the same fer me.

"Yer wrong, those pants o' mime are too big on ye." pantomime

I put down the frozen cookie dough, "Pillsbury Doughboy?" "Guess I better run a few more miles."

Fer the crew o' the Rakehell... Over You by Daughtry http://youtube.com/watch?v=4C_oHwLcivY (Ye didn't really think ye'd skate wit' out a dedication, or a chance fer me t' tease ye, did ye?)

Enjoyin' the banter 'tween Honour Bright an her lumberJack, Jacky settles in wit' some frozen cookie dough (really a novelty durin' the GAoP), t' watch the tale unfold.

Nights in port, aboard a ship, are quiet. The gentle lapping o' the water against the ship's hull. The creaks an groans of worn moorings. Wit' out company, one often talks t' the ship, "Rest easy this night, ol' girl. Tomorrow, we'll cast off the breast an spring lines that bind ye, then we'll put this port behind us. Aye, there's only room in this sailor's life fer one lady an her name be Relentless." I blew out the candle lit lantern an settled down t' sleep.

A word... Captain Sterling? (prior post - John Wesley Hardin) Lawyer

Gourmand (a cultured glutton!)

Silkie's sudden silence told me, Rosie would be stayin' in the galley. It was just then, that Stones came on deck t' take ov'r the night watch. "Stones, keep a weather eye t'night. No one leaves or boards the ship wit' out me permission," I said. "I'll retire t' me cabin, fer now." After he knuckled his forehead, Stones lit his pipe. I paused t' watch the pipes' smoke circle his head like a wreath, 'fore I headed t' me cabin. I turned one last time t' Silkie. "Ye best get some rest, lass," I said. "We'll shove off at first light."

"Whoa Silkie! Slow down lass, less ye want me t' believe I hav two mad women aboard me ship," I said. I shoved the crumpled note in t' a coat pocket. "We couldn't very well leave Havana wit' out a cook, now could we? Since, we've lost the only other galley we might o' used." I stared back out t' sea. "We must man... or woman are own!" Wit' me back still t' Silkie, "She brings a little life t' the party, I'll grant ye that. But I doubt she'll sink the ship, like some others might o' done." I turned back around. "Tomorrow we'll leave Havana, wit' Rosie, as our new galley cook." I said. "Unless o' course, yer offerin' t' reconsider takin' charge o' the galley?"

Ususally Herself offers t' tie up the newbies. Yer not a eunuch are ye? Welcome aboard Mcdrago!

Me pockets lighter an spirits higher, I retraced my steps along the lantern lit streets, back t' the docks an the Relentless. I notice the Rakehell was no longer docked behind us, me first thought was Ransom must o' put out in t' the harbour. "Aye, she can't wait t' leave Havana," I mumbled. I beckoned the watch that I was comin' back aboard, as I climbed the gang plank. Dillard greeted an approached me wit' Nate followin' close beside 'em. I was surprised t' see Nate aboard but had little time t' acknowledge 'em 'fore he thrust a note in t' me hand; the note bore Ransom's unbroken seal. Nate backed away quickly, mumblin' apologies, bowin' an flashin' a nervous smile. I moved t' a nearby lantern t' read the note an payed little attention t' Nate. The note was indeed from Ransom, it read that she an her crew had left Havana! She asked that I not be angry, that we would meet again. "Wot! Damn her, she's sailed off under the cover o' darkness. Does she really think Navarro will chase her, instead of the Relentless? I thought I was clear 'bout Navarro's intentions an mine." I walked t' the stern, away from the lanterns' light, tryin' t' adjust me eyes t' the darkness. Alas, I couldn't see the outline o' the Rakehell's raked sails anywhere in the harbour. I stood there, numb, clutchin' the crushed note in me fist an just stared in t' the darkness.

^ Scares the locals wit' some impressive Halloween digs.

I may never eat sushi, again!

Ah Ransom, I was just taking 'em t' tease Red CAt. Very sorry 'bout yer loss.

(Jacky snatches the dark chocolate M&Ms) "Thanks Red CAt! Ransom only likes white chocolate." "Pirate!"

Move along children, nothin' t' see here! It's just Iron Bess, eatin' the beloved characters o' another childrens story.