Jacky Tar

Don't ye think it's gone on long enough?

Red Maria, only ye would come up wit' an Egyptian house cat name.

Begs the question, does she walk like an Egyptian?

Aye, Bartholomew Roberts, a very successful pirate. So, ye'll be buyin' a few rounds, I suppose.

Welcome t' the Pub mate!

How 'bout her bloody bouncin'!

Can't stand next t' the lass wit' out her bouncin'.

^ Indian food. But in a kitchen wit' someone who knows wot their doin'.

< Still thinkin' on blackjohn's comments 'bout fate. I always supposed the notion o' fate was attempt t' rob us of free will. As fer me, I'm still lookin' fer me destiny, I suppose.

V Go wit' the flow or fight the current?

accord

^ I imagine if we are fated, it's how we react t' that fate that matters.

< It's possible we can't change the big events (wars and such), best face them wit' courage an grit.

V Face yer fears or not?

signatures

^ If the pain is extreme, take the meds.

< Sometimes toughness is needed, when ye need yer wits, an can't afford the fog o' meds.

V Ignore things that need fixin' or get right on 'em?

Went t' see Crimson Kate's video an stumbled across this little gem...

The video is not that clear, but the dialog is very funny. Kudos t' Disney.

tornado

(Like in the film, "Twister".)

I said, "Perfect timin'," as Roberts strolled on deck. "Mister Roberts, if ye'd be so kind as t' join me fer dinner, in me quarters. Please, bring Silkie wit' ye. Should make fer interestin' dinner conversation, don't ye think?" I spun on me heel. an headed t' me quarters, 'fore he could answer or protest.

Chubby Checker

(He sang, "The Twist")

You're so square Jacky. 

Get wit' the times Chole, it's hip t' be square!

I love dirty hippies! Peace, luv.

I shop TJ's (that's Trader Joe's, fer ye non-beatniks). They hav lots o' interestin' smellin' things. Course un-like the hippies, I don't sample things off the shelf an run 'em through me hair! I places 'em in me basket first, an wait until I shuttle 'em home.

Aye, a toast t' Thomas Neede's new pub! I needes a drink! Thank ye, sire.

Welcome t' the pub lass! We don't get too many pirates admittin' their from Canada; not sure why that is? Friendly folk Canadians; so, ye be buyin' right?

By the bye, nice hat!

Dickens

(Aye, Oliver Twist!)

Easter is coming up & we always do the trick with the white crayon before dying. Guess what I'm putting on my eggs

Thinkin' Chole would be puttin' hearts an bunnies, on the eggs... NOT!!!

Skull an Crossbones, an black dye... none o' that pink or purple stuff!

(Have ye dismantled a toaster yet?)

artful

The power to understand what people actually mean.

What their intentions are.

Ye may find that they don't know wot their intentions are.

T' all ye young pirates, 'fore hippies there were beatniks, an 'fore them pirates! Aye, Jacky is undergoin' the process o' devolution.

Very interesting, but how does one actually judge the boundaries of the arena?

Carefully? Individually? On a case by case basis? Sometimes even after the fact? At which point apologies are made? Can one judge the boundaries of a metaphor? Is it soup yet?

I can not tell ye where those boundaries lie, but I can tell ye do not bring the arena home.

Orange chicken

Math homework

Liz

Red Cat (missed a second night; must be the meds.)

I believe ye'd smell, 'Red Door'!