Jacky Tar

Yeah yeah....

It should have been posted here any how and was my intention....

Since it annoys you so lad, I've requested it be removed from the RR thread.

"Did I say I was annoyed? Quite t' the contrary, I went online t' the Mouse House and tried t' order one!"

"Rats, since yer eyesight is failin' ye, Iron Bess is the one on the far right!"

"My my, this is self promotion, first in the garb thread and now here. Iron Bess must be in the market fer a new cabin boy!"

fauna

I thought about the feedin' frenzy, aboard the Rakehell, when they pulled out those lobsters. I hoped my letter was as well received; if not, I better have the gunner roll out the cannons.

"Stones, keep an eye out fer the captain of the Rakehell. She might try t' board us, and take our cook!" Or worse I thought, leave hers.

"Aye, t' Eyes!" Jacky raises his tankard, and thanks Red Cat fer not lettin' him get bowled over.

"While some of the picture is digital trickery, the picture of Herself is not! I've been within' swords reach of M'Lady's 'Treasure' and she is all that an' more lads."

I left the galley and went topside, t' speak wit' Stones.

A young man approached the gangplank, and said he brought a letter from the captain of the Rakehell. I told Stones, t' let him come aboard. A hungry lookin' lad, I asked him t' wait in the ship's galley while I read the letter, and penned my response. I took the letter t' my quarters..

"She wants wot? Seems things aboard the Rakehell are worse than I thought!" How t' respond...

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Dear Captain Ransom,

I'm sorry, t' hear of yer crew's plight. Please, accept these lobsters, and let yer crew know there's more from whence they came.

Before yer crew has all deserted yer ship, mayhaps ye would like t' negotiate the terms of yer surrender, say over dinner?

I await yer response,

Jacky Tar

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I powdered and sealed the letter, and walked back t' the galley. Spoons whispered t' me that young Cox had eatin' like three men!

"Mister Cox, take this letter t' yer captain, and the bag of provisions which Spoons will give ye. Give them t' yer captain wit' my compliments."

Mister Cox, wiped his face wit' his sleeve, said his thanks, and returned t' his ship. But not wit' out grabbin' one more sausage.

Pork

(Ham hock or ham, and hot or mild sausage? In the Red Beans and Rice.)

carrot salad

I smile at Red Cat, "T' friends near and far, and t' all the secret Santas!" Turns t' Ransom, "Fruitcakes and how many ye buried in yer backyard?"

I hope Mister Dillard fully understood my position; he didn't make any flimsy excuses, I'll give him that. Come t' think of it, I still only have Spoons second hand account.

Some local fisherman traded us some lobsters, this mornin'. Wonder if Captain Ransom's crew is fond of boiled lobster? Best have Spoons cook 'em, Ransom didn't seem all that keen on her galley cook. Hope she'll accept 'em as a peace offerin', better the lobsters in hot water than yers truly!

Best head t' the galley, t' fill this mug, and inquire about the lobster.

"Late Nate, Black Warden, er Scott ye might want t' choose another color fer yer text. If'n folks can read it, you'll receive more greetin's. Welcome! I'll have some ale, thank ye!"

barbecue

(crayfish, shrimp, prawns, lobster...)

They are not shrimp in Australia, luv. They're Prawns!

Hey, Crockadile Dundee always said "I'll put another shrimp on the barbi for ya." He's pretty Australian!

To continue:

Lobster

"I had an Aussie room mate back then, and he hated Hogan fer it!"

http://www.museum.vic.gov.au/Infosheets/10295.pdf

to continue....

butter

I like Sting's, 'Brand New Day' album. But listenin' t' Josh Kelley, 'Just Say the Word'.

They are not shrimp in Australia, luv. They're Prawns!

"Never said Joaquin were his brother! I think he is more like his cousin. I can't decide if he fits in the fruit or nuts category?"

Australia

(Keepin' it clean)

"No, twas not a fruitcake game Inigo wished t' play. Tis common knowledge he is a fruitcake! (Winks back at Ransom)"

"Pray tell where be SeaTown Harbour? Tis not a port o' call I'm not familiar wit'. While ye pour us drinks, tell us more about yerself. Thank ye!"

Inigo sticks his head in the door. "Deed I hear somebody call for a fruitcake?"

Jacky's slumber ends, "Inigo... fruitcake... time t' wakeup already?"

Dillard's clothes were sullied, and his face swollen; but he was not as bad off, as I was led t' believe.

"I hope yer not seriously injured, and can carry on wit' yer duties." He looked like he was about t' speak, but just gave an affirmative nod. "I've been led t' believe ye was accosted, and escaped wit' yer life!" Again the nod, "Unfortunate, but yer lucky t' be alive. Some in this port will slit a man's throat fer the clothes on his back."

I wondered if that were the whole story, "Mister Dillard, I will not tolerate drunkenness, or brawlin' by any crew member, whether on duty or not. If ye have anythin' t' add, please speak up. If not yer excused t' clean yerself up, and return t' yer duties."

I watched him as he gave me a knuckle salute, an said, "Thank you sir", and hastily exited my cabin.

Leftovers seemed t' be everyone's meal of choice; mine too!

Before this holiday passes, Jacky raises his tankard to offer a toast, "May ye always have a star t' guide ye back t' those who make the holidays the brightest!"