Jacky Tar

Grabs BessFlint's yummy plate o' toast... as all the Americans are not sleepin'.

jargon

Sir William, the apple crisp ala mode looks excellent! Thank ye.

And that the outcome of those wars ended over dessert an a cappuccino!

^ Rarely shows his head (er.. face).

steal

Raphael offered t' send a carriage back t' the dock at seven, but I declined his offer.

He was 'bout t' leave, when I asked, "Raphael, may I bring some other guests t' dinner this evenin'?" He glanced at Dillard, an whispered, "See that they dress better." We both chuckled.

I watched Raphael return t' his carriage.

Raphael was a handsome man, wit' a broad face an broad middle t' match. He approached me wit' open arms an we exchanged greetings.

I looked behind him an saw a line o' soldiers, lead by Diego. "I see ye brought company!" Raphael's mood changed as quickly as he turned. He towered over Diego.

I looked at Dillard an smiled, "Let's hav us some fun." I pulled the tiller, an we began t' travese the dock. Diego started cursin' an shoutin' orders. The soldiers ran down the dock t' intercept us at our new landin' spot.

I changed course again, an headed back up along the dock. The soldiers rushed t' where they believed we were headin' now.

A large stately lookin' carriage was now runnin' up the dock, as well. The driver pressed the horses through the soldiers flank, an a couple soldiers fell off the dock. The crest on the carriage door was familiar. It was time t' dock.

(It's not a mystery Lily... happens t' me all the time!)

Enigma

(Is losin' track o' time the same thing? - was referrin' t' Timeless)

Ancient

Red Cat... some people just are...

Good

(It's all a matter o' perception... That was "Wicked" the musical.)

Wicked

As we approached the docks, I spied a welcomin' party waitin' fer us. Navarro had sent Diego back t' wait fer us t' come ashore, along wit' double the soldiers this time.

It would be harder t' intimidate the lieutenant on Spanish soil.

^ Me dad loved sauerkraut. Thank goodness me mom always served mashed potatoes when she served this rottin' form o' cabbage. I'd mix it in the potatoes, so I could swallow the stuff.

< Funny I love kimchi, but the German equivalent never did tempt me palate.

V Hate one thing, but love somethin' else which is almost the same?

Pirates of Penzance

(Pirates o' the Opera)

Very sorry t' hear 'bout yer father passin', Silkie.

Prayers fer yer father, family an yer self.

Captain Saber is it? I'll hav an ale, thank ye.

Yer a rocky mountain pirate are ye? Tell us a bit more 'bout yer self.

^ I like most fruit. Least favorite gooseberries, need too much sugar t' make 'em eatable.

< Spinach... Serve it wit' a little feta cheese. Sprouts need t' finish growin'. I've just never had eggplant prepared well (mayhaps, 'cause there is no good eggplant dish!)

V Have a vegetable childhood horror story?

^ Fires an earthquakes.

< I eat me veggies an fruits Lily (just not eggplant or sprouts).

V Wot's yer most un-favorite vegetable?

^ I guess if I had t' eat eggplant as often as Red CAt, it would be me sense o' taste, too (I'm not very fond o' the taste o' eggplant).

< The last sense I'd give up is me sight. It would be the hardest t' do wit' out, in my opinion.

V Pass on the question.

Dillard looked anxiously at me pistol an I said, "I don't intend t' shoot ye, yet." The look on his face turned t' one o' dismay.

"Dillard trust me, if ye ever challenge my command again, know that I will do worse than demote ye."

"I give ye a choice here an now, we can part company in Havana, or ye can serve as a crew member aboard the Relentless."

Dillard stared out across the water, back at the Relentless an replied, "I wish to remain with the crew of the Relentless, Mister Tar." I nodded, "Done!"

I looked at Silkie an huffed, "If yer done playin' queen o' the castle, ye can remove yer spell." Course I thought they do look content. I'd heard the song o' the siren me self, course me siren had red hair an she weren't a sealkie.

"Belay that last request Silkie, the lads will sleep t'night. Sing on." I thought, if fer no other reason than her singin' seemed t' delight the crew an annoy Dillard!

Roberts seemed t' be immune t' this charm o' the lass. Dillard looked like a dog that heard wot' no one else could hear.

I turned t' Roberts, "Don't let Silkie take our ship. I need t' get permission t' dock an unload our cargo. I'll take Dillard wit' me. Then we need t' go back t' the Rakehell an meet wit' Ransom."

I motioned t' Dillard, "Care t' join me in the jolly boat, I need t' return t' the Rakehell." The singin' must o' been worse than the thought o' boardin' the Rakehell, fer I didn't hav t' repeat me self. The lad almost leap overboard an in t' that little boat.

"First t' port an get permission t' dock."

I decided t' return topside, t' check on Silkie.

We needed t' get word t' the Rakehell that things were as well as could be expected. Arrangements needed t' be made t' dock an deliver our cargo, too.