Jacky Tar

Kangaroo

(they hav pok'ets)

Will you all grieve when I am gone?   

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

Oooh! Frozen cookie dough! Come hear, you little Pillsbury doughboy!

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?"

Tie up and stay for spell....

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.

Dig in mates....

I may never eat sushi, again!

Pretty low, JT, snitching a pirate-in-mourning's stash of M&Ms, dark or white.

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!"

I wonder if any of them come with dip? 

Move along children, nothin' t' see here!

It's just Iron Bess, eatin' the beloved characters o' another childrens story.

Tom, I'd say knowin' how far ye've come should provide motivation t' continue.

Everyone plateaus; so, make sure ye enjoy the routine ye hav chosen. If ye don't enjoy the exercise, try somethin' different.

I'm goin' t' stick t' my running program, fer now.

Wit' a cook aboard an provisions stored securely, all obligations served save one, I believe we just might be able t' catch the mornin' tide.

I turned t' Dilliard an said, "Mister Dillard, take the watch." I returned t' me cabin t' fetch my pistols an the small bags, which so far I'd been unable t' deliver. The tradin' house o' Navarro had a lock box fer just such deliveries an I meant t' use it.

"Dillard, I'll return shortly. See no one leaves this ship." I paused, "And Dillard, stay clear o' the galley until I return."

Silkie was on deck, an I remarked, "Keep an eye on Dillard." Dillard winched, which made Silkie smile an she began t' hum.

"We wrap ourselves in the garments o' friendship, so we can enjoy the warmth they offer, 'fore we must again face a cold world wit' out them."

She walked ov'r t' me an set her bundle on the deck. She was just ov'r five feet tall but as any man whose been on this side o' her temper could tell ye, she's much bigger in a fight.

"So Raphael sent ye." I said. She smiled an asked where the cocina was located. I instructed Dillard t' show her below.

As they disappeared below deck, it crossed me mind that I should o' sent someone bigger t' escort her (at least someone armed).

Not more than a minute or two had past, when shouts from the galley could be heard. Dillard returned topside sportin' a lump on his noggin'. I didn't ask wot had happened but I was sure Dillard would not be takin' his meals in the galley, fer now.

^ Ye mean yer suppose t' plan?

< I suppose it couldn't hurt.

V Forwards the question.

Dead stop

Pantomime

(Nay, Red CAt, I believe that would be howling!)