Jacky Tar

Biped (I'm a biped, Leigh. So, I must concede the race.)

Sack race (Better get hoppin', Lily.)

Quarter horse racin'. (I'm comin' down the back stretch, Lily.) (See ye in the winner's circle CAt.)

"At ease Nate, yer part o' the party." I watched the ladies adjust their garments, an said, "Nate if ye'll escort Red Cat." I turned an offered me arm t' Ransom, "Let's see a little o' that lady like behavior." She smirked, an took me arm.

Skate board racin' (Let's grind Lily!)

Golf cart racin' (Slow but fun. Just don't take any quick turns Lily... )

Street car racin' (Ye ladies goin' t' chat or race?)

As we rumbled along in the carriage, an the ladies flashed their collection o' knifes, I found me self wishin' I had collected these as well. Nates offer o' chivalry went unheeded by the ladies. I believe they were more than capable of holdin' their own in a fight. I suspect, Nate knew it as well. I spoke t' no one in particular, an said, "This is a dinner in a respectable home of a man whom will take delivery o' the cargo we be carryin'. He trades smartly, but fairly. He is also the older brother o' the man who is in command o' the fort, which over looks this port." As the carriage driver prepared t' stop at the home o' Senor Navarro, I said, "I expect that each o' ye will be on yer best behavior, an graciously accept the hospitality of our host." I scanned the faces o' me companions. "I want t' remain in this man's good graces an sail out o' this port creatin' as little wake as possible, when we leave."

I thought I saw Nate blush, as he sized up the ladies. "Aye, the ladies do know how t' accessorize, but me thinks they'll have surrender the cutlasses" I paused, "But doesn't mean ye can't carry a small knife on yer persons. We can leave the swords here an pick 'em up later." I wasn't sure they'd give 'em up wit' out a fight; I was glad when they did. "I believe our carriage is here!"

Fer those o' us who need a reality check... (Jacky drops the keyboard t' laugh at himself). On Line by Brad Paisley http://youtube.com/watch?v=7GcVnhNjWV0

Nate was shiverin' in his wet clothes. I whispered t' the attendant a request, an placed some coins in his hand, he smiled an left the room. As I was tying back me hair, the lad returned wit' some dry clothes, a pair o' stockings and a pair o' straight lasted shoes. "Folks leave bits o' kit here all the time." I proclaimed t' Nate. I had told the young boy t' get Nate out the wet rags, he called clothes. I addressed Nate, again, "If the clothes fit their yers t' keep. If ye want t' retrieve yer wet things later, after they dry, that can be arranged." "I trust the lad will see t' yer needs. I'll check on the ladies progress." I turned t' leave an find the rest of our dinner party.

Cat(herine the Great) an autocrat...

If work or other unscheduled activities don't scuttle me plans, I'll be in Ojai t' seek out some of ye pubbers. Lookin' forward t' meetin' a few of ye.

I spied Nate in a tub, which meant that Red Cat had no doubt come ashore. I nodded t' Nate an stood t' take a towel, an get that shave. "Nate finish up, if yer joinin' us fer dinner." He looked around, an I said t' him, "Aye, I'm talking t' ye." I shook me head an went wit' the attendant fer that shave.

Spiders (They're webers!)

One sign said, 'Hombres' an the other 'Señoras'. Despite Ransoms protests we had t' separate fer a bit. "First they'll sweat ye, 'fore they wash ye down. The massage is optional, but ye may find it relaxin'." "I'll be here when yer done," I said.

We had docked the jolly boat at the Navarro pier this time, which seemed t' garner us some attention from the locals. But I assured Ransom this was the safest course o' action t' take. "The bath house is not far from here, we best be on our way." I led Ransom down a few side streets, where we found the bath house I had promised.

The late afternoon breezes would blow us back t' port, so we stowed the oars an set the sails. I wondered if it would be deja vu all over again this trip; thankfully, there would be no armed greetin' party waitin' fer us on this trip. "Me thinks there may still be enough time fer that bath." I slipped the dress in t' a haversack an tossed it t' Ransom. I placed my things in another haversack, an slung it over one shoulder.

I gave Ransom a wot me look, an said, "Had t' untie the long boat we've been towin'! Ye'd didn't think we were goin' t' drag that thing back in t' port, did ye?" Ransom squinted, an said, "Right..." "She liked the frock so much she's speechless." I muttered. "When she does snap out o' it, an finds we left her on yer ship, wot then?"

Was that a rollin' head I just saw go by? Don't move Rusty, thankfully we can fix wot gets broke on the pub, I'll fetch yer head.

I tried t' assume an almost apologetic look, when I turned t' Africa. But wit' the look on his face an recallin' the dress in question, it was all I could do not t' break in t' fits o' laughter. I looked at the smirk on Ransom's face, then Red Cat's placid face, I quickly realized the Cat had no idea wot was 'bout t' happen. I mumbled, "I think I left somethin' in the boat."

Smell

Why do ye suppose they call it that? Looks significant the way Sir William stacks it.

Wit' the long boat in tow, we headed fer the Rakehell. I began t' wonder if we'd make it t' dinner. "Aye, a nice little breeze an she tacks sweetly, even wit' the extra baggage." Wit' that last remark I glanced at the Cat. She crossed her arms, gave a grunt an turned her back t' me. This made Ransom chuckle which was enough t' make me laugh as well. "I meant the long boat, Red Cat." But she was already fumin' about us not lettin' her finish wit' Roberts; he seemed glad t' see her depart fer once.

Doesn't matter how girlie it be, Herself will still be carryin' a sword! But when she puts wind in the sails, she's bound t' turn heads.