Jacky Tar

Red Cat (insomniac pubber)

insomniac

William, I'm sure the ladies could convince any lad that they were only borrowin' the boat; nothin' evil 'bout that!

Nay lass, I'm not a rum drinker. But thank ye, fer the offer. I wondered who bandaged up Dorian, when he decided t' wrestle BlackJohn wit' swords in hand. Welcome again!

swindle

Welcome BriarRose! Are ye a rose wit' out thorns? Tell us a bit more bought yer self lass, an the company ye keep ('sides Dorian). Thank ye, I'll hav an ale.

Candle light (Candle in the Wind... was on that album, too; hope it drowns out, "Bennie and the Jets", in yer head.)

Some days are life affirmin', an those are the ones worth repeatin'. Thank ye, Iron Bess!

Elton John (Goodbye Yellow Brick Road...)

The Emerald City

Jacky, opens up a fresh loaf o' Sun-Maid Raisin bread, wit swirls o' cinnamon in every slice. This is the toast that smells like a cinnamon roll when ye toast it. Hmmm! Mouth full o' joy.

Funny, yer artwork ye say could become a tattoo; the pencil drawn tattoo lady has no tattoos!

Mary Diamond (Or I suppose, if yer gettin' engaged.. it's a Marry Diamond)

Stars (Sun, Moon, an Stars... almost poetic!)

Corona (wit' lime o' course.)

Jolliet, didn't Dex sail wit' Hester's crew on a mini-vacation get-a-way?

Foam (personally, I prefer showers t' baths.)

I turned t' Ransom an chuckled, "If the guest list 'board the Rakehell continues t' grow, soon we'll out number yer crew." She smirked, looked like she was goin' t' say somethin', but she didn't. Then a frown came over her face and she gave orders t' get underway. I looked at Africa an nodded. I was sure he'd saved us from a return trip t' the tree houses, as guests o' the TRIBE. Wasn't sure wot t' make o' this new guest. So, I suppose we won't hav t' wait long t' see wot he was 'bout, fer we were only two days sail from Havana.

shower

BriarRose ye be breakin' wit' pub tradition lest ye let the lad provide the rum. Welcome Laughingcrowe, yer coin will buy a few fair shares, thank ye.

Ye swagger like a captain, but a true captain shows the barkeep some coin, t' quench the thirst o' those that arrived 'fore ye. 'Sides the lads an lasses o' the pub hav several pistols pointed yer direction, an they think less 'bout shootin' when there be free drinks t' be had.

(Crunchy!!! Nay... Smooth says I) Creamy

rattle

Never developed a taste fer crow. I'll try the calamari, thank ye. Can I hav that wit' a Natural Blonde? (Had a glass last night, it was one o' the best twist top wines, from Fetzer. Great label, an a fun name, for an organic Syrah.)

quiver (t' shake or arsenal at the ready?)