Jacky Tar

(When it looks like ye spend eight hours a day in the gym an hav six pack abs!)

Physical attraction

The horses an I were both lathered, an I was glad when the docks were within sight.

The horses slowed t' a brisk walk, as we ambled up t' the docks. I saw no signs o' Navarro's men anywhere, not even in the shadows where I imagined them t' be. The horses stopped at the end of the pier. I set the brake and jumped down t' open the door o' the carriage, t' check on my companions (whom had not shouted any unkind remarks, the last mile or so).

Aye, a very nice sword Ransom. Chain Shot did ye right wit' that gift.

Lookin' forward t' seein' ye wear that wit' yer garb, at some future event.

"the tats, the crimson bangs, the hypnotic cleavage….

the beer in a plastic cup. marriage material"

(Other remarks...)

Wot, did no one else hear weddin' bells?

Wot do ye mean she's easy, didn't ye see the spikes on the corset?

Why has no one else jumped on this? (I meant the thread!)

The coachman was missin' an the large doors t' the Castillo were open.

Peerin' inside, I remarked, "Suppose were just t' make ourselves at home."

I turned t' Ransom, "I'm not waitin' fer the welcomin' party. Get back in the carriage, we're goin' t' the docks."

Helpin' Ransom back in t' the carriage an then I climbed in t' the driver's seat.

Once the reins were loose, I released the brake and gave the reins a snap. The carriage lurched forward as the horses started t' pull. "Aye, I could do this!" I thought.

Along the way, cursin' everytime the moon passed behind a cloud as we hurtled down the hillside, I'd pull back on the reins. My best efforts t' keep the carriage on the road did not go unheeded by the horses.

While I received no protests from the horses, I could not say the same 'bout me companions in the carriage.

Makes one wonder

"the tats, the crimson bangs, the hypnotic cleavage….

the beer in a plastic cup. marriage material"

(Reads Red CAt's description... goes back t' the picture.)

Hmmm.

(Reads Red CAt's description... goes back t' the picture.)

Well..

(... goes back t' the picture.)

I have no idea wot she's talkin' about!

(... goes back t' the picture.)

I must o' dozed off, when suddenly the carriage lurched t' a stop. Somethin' didn't smell right, where were we? Even fer bein' late, the sounds o' the docks were absent.

The door o' the carriage swung open, an I believe we were at the gates o' Castillo del Morro.

Happy

(If the lasses want t' wear pearls, heels and fishnet stockings.)

Arrow

(Straight through the heart.)

Zephaniah, thanks fer the link back t' Patrick's oringinal post, much appreciated mate.

Casket Chris, truthfully mate yer version looks first rate. I like the wider waist band wit' two buttons. Did ye create a paper pattern or modify the Sparrow breeches one free hand?

Retired!!! Truly gone mad he did. Wot was the lad thinkin'? Givin' that kind o' responsibility an power t' that fur ball!

Oh... Hi Red CAt!

Congrats luv.

Alright CasketChris, I'm inspired now. Where did ye get the pattern fer the slops? The pockets look like those on me Jas Townsend an Son breeches.

Great job, I'm sure Patrick is proud his message has been heard.

I chuckled, "Relax Nate, yer sword an pistol are under the carriage seat, safe an sound. I opened me jacket an displayed me pistol."

"The bath house will be closed at this hour. There's a boardin' house nearby, where we can take lodgin' then pick up everyone's effects in the mornin'."

I tipped me tricorn back over me eyes, sunk back in t' a corner o' the carriage, as we trundled down the road towards the boardin' house.

Just pearls!

Or maybe I'm just talking out of my behind...

Saw yer behind, never saw ye talk out of it.

I've heard tell ye let yer flintlocks an swords do the talkin' fer ye.

Répondez s'il vous plaît

(Aye, RSVP.)

Reluctantly, I turned to Raphael Navarro, an explained that we too must depart. A sad expression came over his face, an he apologized for his brother's behavior an that of the other capitans.

"Senor Navarro, ye hav been a most gracious host. My campanions an I thank ye." So we made our good byes. Ransom an I each helped the others t' their feet, an we staggered fer the door.

(The lads hear Bonnie Red Weasel's remark, see her slip in t' her cheerleadin' attire and they all scramble fer gloves.)

(Lost in thought... lost soul... Or yer just lost?)

Found

(I know where I am, why do I need a map?)

Home

(Tote 'em here... tote 'em there... Where do ye want 'em?)

Location

Jacky notices a bunch o' fresh scrubbed pirates rollin' around in the dirt, t' get the Red Weasel's attention.

gonna have to get dirtier than that, boys

Aye, lads how 'bout a game o' pirate football, in the rain, wit' Bonnie Red Weasel an Red CAt cheerin' us on?

(A few o' ye lads put on gloves, the CAt wants clean nails.)

I turned t' whisper my response t' Ransom, "That dinner invitation was fer one, luv." I believe Ransom blushed!

Looking at Nate's gift, I realized that Navarro thought Nate knew how t' use one. "So, Nate how is yer study o' Capo Ferro?"

'Though I was only able t' visit wit' pubbers on Saturday, these are a few members I saw...

Patrick Hand, is the go t' guy fer makin' just 'bout anything! He is generous an happily shares wot he knows wit' others.

Red-Handed Jill, Jack an the pirates from the Tales o' the Seven Seas, hav the friendliest encampment ye would ever want t' visit. They greet ye, brand ye, an put on quite a black powder show (even in the rain)! Also, they are generous, kind, an held an auction wit' lot's o' plunder fer auction (t' support the Royalist).

Durty Mick Moon, he does look like Long John Silver an casts a very long shadow.

Rumba, she has competition in the trick my motorized chair category. Rumba has quite an impressive ride, wit' Dead Fred on the bow; however, I saw another sportin' a mermaid on her bow.

Ransom, wit' her mate Chain Shot were present an accounted fer; I was fortunate enough t' spend most o' the day wit' them. Ransom it seems had a bad case o' happy feet, an could be found dancin' anytime music was present (Who knew?).

Kenneth, who has a personality wit' out caffine, an is well on his way t' bein' a splendid pirate.

Oderlesseyes, an his charmin celtic bride, who made off wit' a bit o' plunder from the auction, as well.

Iron Bess, I'd be remiss, if I didn't mention Herself. Whom I only saw briefly after she tried t' knock me down; 'course Herself didn't hav her sword drawn this time.

There is still time t' share in this event, as the event runs this weekend as well. Alas, the rain an a few o' us will not be there.