Jacky Tar

mend

(I wouldn't laugh durin'... but all bets are off after)

^ Winter

< Good excuse, t' get up close and personal

V Mornin' person or night owl?

porcelain

(I sit wit' ye anyway; moral support)

^ Yer a close second. Thanks fer playin' wit us.

< Great fun, when were all postin' on top of each other.

V Go out t' a movie or rent a video?

"Bloody pirate! Aye, but ye can buy me a drink wit me money."

bucket

(I'll hold yer hair; an I believe it's called ralphing)

^ No I crave my favorites all the time

< Including my favorite people

V Lakes or rivers?

drunk

(not thirsty anymore)

^ Lately, frozen yogurt (The Golden Spoon)

< Out of sync tonight! My timin' is off.

V Beef or fish?

fortune cookie

(Chinese guru snack food)

::Looks down at self:: "CRIKEY!!!!.... um yer right *blush* Thanks luv, by the way.. I um... came in ta some coin all of a sudden.. fancy a drink?

Feels fer me purse, "Red Cat!!!!"

swami

(a spiritual yogi)

boo-boo

Aye, Red-Handed Jill, true t' her name, tells great stories. Her grandmother was as fine a pirate as Captain Hook!

Oh My Gosh!!! Where where!! Hide me!!! LOL

but not fer th reason ye think......

Welcome aboard!!

"Red Cat, ye can come out from behind me, yer a pirate, luv. Watch that one CaptScratcher, she'll pick yer pockets. Welcome, t' the pub!"

Towel

(It couldn't hurt!)

Me mates wants to know what he needs to do to get on yer gift giving list.

Well now.... I should think that THAT would be obvious!

"Black Hearted Pearl, tell yer mate Herself can be bought! She is a pirate after all, an fer the right price, she'll get yer mate a gift."

I wonder can BHP's mate name a city or small town, after Herself? Wot wit' her already havin' her own island, wot would the town be called?

I turn t' Ransom, "I suspect our caged friend, was not a meal fer the spider." Could she have locked herself in the cage t' avoid bein' carried off by the spider, I wondered?

"She couldn't leave wit' the treasure either." I walked over t' the cage door, gave it a tug, an it opened!

I'm wit' Ransom, an hav not acquired the taste fer rum. I too prefer wine or ale.

However, Red Cat's history of rum, has inspired me t' persevere an try t' find a rum which agrees wit my palate.

Each attempt she made t' scowl at me, was followed by a giggle. Next, her elbow slid off the table, an I suspect that wine on an empty stomach, was takin' it's toll. I tried t' make light of her challenge, "I've never tried drinkin' under the table." I quipped, "Perhaps I'll try it after dinner."

I took a bite of the food before me, an pointed t' Ransom's. Stubbornly she downed her wine, held out her glass, an wobbled a bit. I obliged her by fillin' her glass.

"Ye really should try the sausage wit' the puddin', the lads hav made the best I've ever tasted." I sipped my wine, an remarked wot progress Goose had made. Despite my best efforts t' get Ransom t' try the meal, she chose the drink instead. A change o' tactics was needed, lest I be the one holdin' someone's hair out of the bucket.

I put down my fork, an dragged my chair closer t' hers. I picked up her clean fork wit' a piece of potato, an brought it t' her lips.

Aye, welcome t' the pub Dread Pirate Bonney! Ye will be pressed ganged in t' buyin' a round, as Red Cat Jenny sez. 'Sides pirates will come out o' the wood work, if'n ye tap a keg.

Ransom's lady like veneer was wearin' thin, as I watched her empty her glass in one fell swig. So, I had gotten under her skin as much as she under mine. Well this levels the playin' field, I thought.

Her frown had turned t' a pout, an' her now empty glass was beyond my reach. So, I stood up and walked t' her side of the table, an poured more wine into her glass. She smiled, an I bent forward t' whisper in her ear, "Mayhaps ye should sip this glass, lest this dance be over 'fore it's begun." I then tenderly kissed her ear, but did not linger, an thought I saw a shiver of anticipation.

She had closed her eyes briefly, but now they flashed wit' devilish delight. While I didn't want t' dampen her ardor, it was too soon t' speak of feelings.

I returned t' my seat, an smiled, "Let's feast 'fore it gets cold."

"Easy now, Red Cat! Did ye hav' a nice cat nap, luv?" I hug her, an try t' calm her, "The spider is outside, an were all here. See, even Eyes is wit' us again." She stops jinglin' an tremblin'.

I look at CrazyChole who seems t' be formulatin' a plan, or at least is sizin' up the cage. Ransom seems t' be awake an is comin' around, too.

Eyes is stirrin' an' I awaken, we are still beside the cage, wit' no key.

"Eyes, Eyes... wake up!" I do a quick head count, an' we haven't lost anyone. Wonder if the spider has slept off that rum?

I was more surprised by her frown than her response, an' I paused t' see if a smile would follow; no smile was forth comin'. I took another sip from my glass, an' casually replied, "I thought we both agreed, crew before self?"

Her frown softened, but she did not seem satisfied wit' my response, an' I did not wish t' spoil the evenin'.

"It was nothin' ye said or did!" I wanted t' reassure her. "I did not think it was the best course, an' I hoped ye would understand." I'm not sure I even understood, I thought.

I gazed in t' her blue eyes, an' looked fer any sign of redemption, wit' that answer.