Jacky Tar

"This will n'ver do, ye'll all have no room fer the turkey! I've had galley duty all day, been up t' me elbows stuffin' turkeys, and feedin' turkeys!"

Jacky has walked out of the pub galley holdin' a plater wit' a very large stuffed turkey, which he places on a table. He spoons the stuffin' into a bowl, and carves the bird. He returns t' the galley, t' fetch the mashed potatoes (heck I peeled six pounds, today alone.) and gravy. He returns wit' the potatoes, gravy and cranberries. One last trip t' the galley fer the yams, and broccoli casserole.

He looks around, "Anyone still hungry?"

"Wot's this Filch, ye took a birthday cruise and ye told no one? Did ye give the ship back when yer cruisin' were over? Belated birthday wishes, young sir."

Proudly displaying a wee model ship with holiday lights in the rigging and a fierce looking turkey figurehead. On it's deck are little pirates having a feast and playing dice and cards. "Perfect no?" says she with a grin placing it at the center of the table amidst the peglegged scarecrow and pies. "It even plays music if ye wind it!"

Jacky smiles, "Tis true Red Cat, that is the perfect centerpiece fer a pirate Thanksgivin' feast!"

He chuckles to himself, "If'n she held out a little longer, she might of gotten the matchin' earrings in my other pocket, too!"

"Eyes, look CrazyChole has brought pies and one is pumpkin! Give 'er a period remote (not sure what it's good fer), and CrazyChole kick yer feet up, and have an egg nog wit' rum."

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(Tryin' t' keep the rhyme goin'...)

Hmm.. eyes narrow a bit more and she scans his coat and it's deep pockets..

"Oh Jacky, any small trinket'll make me me smile aaaand I'll show ya what treasure bee behind me back! Then well be toastin th holiday !

Jacky reaches into a coat pocket and pulls out a tiny silver bell, on a silver chain. "It's best we bell the Red Cat, so we mice will know when yer about!" He opens the delicate clasp, and offers t' bell the Cat.

A very Happy Thanksgiving, t' all who celebrate the holiday. I will raise a glass t' all of ye here, at the pub.

Jacky Tar

"Oh come now luv" she says playfully plopping down next to him and selecting another mug o punch.

Still hiding the object in question she places an elbow on Jacky's shoulder and leans in close looking innocently into his eyes... don'cha wanna know? *giggle*

Red Cat pauses for effect giving him a sly grin, "Ye must ave summin ta trade for such knowledge o treasure"

Seein' that Red Cat will give him no quarter, Jacky decides to bargain, "Alright pretty Red Cat, name yer price, mayhaps we can reach an accord?"

Wit' both of the ladies fit t' be tied, apparently the holiday object behind the Cat's back is funny. Jacky tries t' catch a glimpse of the item in question; but the Cat and mouse game is now in full swing, and the Cat is quick.

Jacky tries t' look disinterested, and returns t' his drink, this just makes Red Cat giggle more.

I decided t' eat in my quarters. The meal was well prepared, Spoons had served up potatoes and carrots with the beef. When Spoons came by to offer me more food, I refused. I hadn't finished my first servin', Spoons did not look pleased.

I inquired how the crew was gettin' on, and if Mister Dillard had returned? Spoons hadn't seen Dillard, and the crew was enjoyin' the extra ration of ale. The crew would be turnin' in soon, and I still had journals t' check. Spoons and I kept the books. Spoons had once been a purser; he had a head fer numbers. The books were a cure fer insomnia, fer me.

Stones was on watch, now. Needn't checkup on him, but I asked Spoons t' take him coffee, before retirin' fer the evenin'.

Inasmuch as my brief time wit' Ransom filled my head wit' pleasant memories, those memories now robbed me of sleep! Where are those books?

Sure that Red Cat is enjoyin' this more than he, Jacky scowls, "Red Cat, I am at a loss, what is it?"

Sorry Mate! Aye laddie, only one good eye, and that one be a bit dim. Besides, you know how lonely seamen be, all that time at sea, ya know. Everything starts to look good. Another tankard for Mr. Tar!

"Nope! Never been that lonely. But thank ye, fer the ale."

Many thanks to your warm greetings Red Cat, Crazy, Ms. Tar, Silkie and RumbaRue!  For some reason I have always been able to make friends with the ladies...

"Did he just call me a she? Watch out mates blind pirate on board! It's Mister Tar t' ye, sir. (I checked yer bio; wit' yer name I wasn't too sure about yer gender either.)"

Wonderin' what was the cause of Red Cat's outburst, Jacky settles his stool on the floor, and tries t' catch a glimpse of her new found treasure. "What did ye find Red Cat?"

It was time fer the evenin' meal, and the smells from the galley were callin'. No cold meats tonight, fer Spoons had prepared roast beef.

Mister Dillard had departed before dinner, so I would be eatin' alone t' night. Perhaps I should be glad t' have Mr. Dillard, on board again. But somethin' didn't square wit' me, about him. Fer the sake of the crew, I needed t' work well wit' him.

Have you any suggestions Mr. Tar? Grapes perhaps?

Jacky smiles at Red Cat's suggestion to use grapes, "Aye, the pumpkins and Indian corn, remind one of fall, and Thanksgiving days past. I'm sure Ray won't mind."

Well we needs to get this place set fer Thanksgiving!

Jacky notices that the industrious Red Cat, has left her condiment sculptures t' deck the halls fer Turkey Day. What does one do to decorate fer Thanksgivin', Jacky wonders.

"Yer website speaks volumes about ye. Welcome t' the pub!"

"Aye, I'll have an egg nog wit' some rum, too. Thank ye! Conquests ye say... tell us more, and welcome t' the pub. We don't see many lawyers... 'course they all be pirates, just the same."

Don't laugh... 'Quit Playing Games' and 'As Long as You Love Me' by the Backstreet Boys, for Ransom.

My daughter was goin' t' pitch it, sez she doesn't listen to old music (She's twelve).

I say, Aye instead of yes, all the time.

I heard Spoons remarks, and that Dillard needed t' go a shore. I wanted to say, "Spoons, I do not doubt that Mister Dillard, has accounts t' settle wit' these ladies, fer services rendered." Somethings do not change I thought. But instead I just said, "Permission granted!"

I was bemused by Dillards situation, and my own. I accepted loneliness as my companion, because I was unwilling to buy a companion; while Mister Dillard had open accounts wit' a woman in every port. Was it so wrong to want a woman to share my bed wit' me, and not have her expect payment on the bed stand in the mornin'?

Before, I could say anything else, Spoons had retired t' the galley, and I was left wit' my thoughts. I was unsure why Ransom had made her earlier advances, but I didn't think it was fer money, or favors.

"Tis a small world, me thinks." Spoons comes back on deck, and reports that a berth has been found for Mister Dillard. He seems quite pleased, wit' young man's arrival.

I think back on when he served, as a midshipman. Eager t' learn, and quick on his feet. Took orders well, too. Like myself he seemed most at home, when out t' sea. Unlike myself, he frequented the pubs in every port; he spent much of his pay, on the less virtuous ladies. Tall, blond and blue eyed, he could have attracted any number of ladies in society.

We'll see how the crew takes t' our new first mate, in the comin' days.

"Mister Dillard, I believe Spoons can show ye t' a berth, and put ye on account. This is not a Royal Navy ship of the line, and ye will be brought on as a first mate. Ye will be responsible fer cargo operations and deck crew. Are we clear?" Dillard quickly nods, and stops short of saluting.

Wishin' not t' burden Tess's thread any longer, with a tale being spun by False Ransom and Jacky Tar, I have started a story tellin' thread here.

This thread is not intended t' be as accurate as 'The Watch Dog', or 'Port Royal, Jamaica'. This thread will have romance and adventure; so, blood thirsty pirates may want t' post elsewhere.

The story begins with the crew of the Relentless takin' on provisions and stores, and the unexpected arrival of an old shipmate seekin' t' join the ship's company.