mcdrago

M'Lady....I feel your pain. Several years ago, I watched in horror as a beta fish choked and died right in front of me. It wasn't until later I learned that the plant that sat in the water the he lived in was poisonious. I cryed for an hour over that silly fish. I swore I would never have another pet. So what happened? During a severe rainstorm 3 years ago, a baby kitten lay dying in our backyard....crying out for someone to save him. When my wife could take the cries no longer, she begged me to bring him in. I told her, that if I did, he could never go back. That she would be responsible for feeding, cleaning and taking care of him. She agreed and then I went and fetched in the dripping, almost dead kitten. He looked like a drowned rat. He could barely hold his head up to eat from a saucer of food that we had on hand when my sister tried to save another one the night before. He licked the food up and we knew he would live. He did and now who takes care of this beast? Me! Of course I grew to love the little monster and even though I know in my heart that sooner or later he will die, I will love him until he does. He thinks I am a great big kitty and grooms my beard with his tongue every morning....purring like a diesel truck! I am so whipped!

Avast mates.....be keeping a weather eye out fer the pattern ta this coat. I be still a lookin' fer it.

Thankee lad. The more shots I see the the more I learn. I know I saw a pattern for this as a jacket. Can someone help me find them?

Aye Mcdrago, indeed, I am new to tha Pub, though it seems many a reunion take place at this oasis of concoctions and camaraderie.

Hearing his name, and grateful for the distraction, McDrago turns to the newcomer.

"Well met, lassie. Hopefully yer won't have ta endure minor bits o' drama such as this every time ya drops by fer a dram."

His drinks arrive at that point and he tosses back the rum and follows it with a large swig of foaming beer from the tankard. He wipes the foam from his beard with the soot spotted sleeve of his shirt.

"Ah...that hit's the spot," he announces, then belches loudly to show his approval.

"Now what be this I hear about sparklies?"

I found the pattern for this jacket last night, but it was on another site and now I can't find the blamed thing. Can anyone help me?

McDrago steps back apace, unsure of his welcome.

"Sink me!", he exclaimed holding his chest as if having been shot. "Overzealous?....me???

A look of shocked innocence and hurt appears on his face, then he grins.

"Sure an why not? Dated? That we did lass, but you'll not be holdin' it agin me will ya?"

Aye lass, that be true for L.A. and Orange County as well.

McDrago turns to the doorway and stares. A shocked look of recognition plays accross his face.

"Rumba....lass! Tis good ta see ya!" He moves across the bar and gives her a hug.

"What's it been....years! Yer looking mighty fine!"

He holds her shoulders, smiles fondly, then grins.

"Sunk any ships recently?"

The pleasure be all mine mate, please do drop by. Just keep walkin to the end of the pier and sheer off to larbor at the sea end and thar we be. (Mind ye don't walk too far, it be a pier not a plank!)

-Greydog

Bloody pirate humor!

I be a seadog not a lubber, mate. I be havin' others do the walkin' off the plank at the point o' me cutlass, not meself. O'course if they be comely wenches they be spared the walk.

A stout looking ruffian stomps into the bar.

"Ahoy there mates," he greets the bar's inhabitants with a grin on his bearded face that resembles a harpsicord swallowed by a hedgehog.

He wears a plain brown tri-corn with a black bandana under it. His soot stained shirt is open at the neck revealing a coppery coin with celtic knotwork on it, and and a silver cross with a green gem in the center. Over this he wears a navy vest with dull brass buttons.

"Ray? Rum w' a brew," he tells the barkeep.

He bellies up to the bar and leans against it, resting his hand on the pistol butt protruding from his bright green sash. He squints through the smoky haze and a gleam appears in his hazel eyes that matches the silver in the earing he wears as he spys a new lass.

He doffs his hat and waves it a her and speaks in voice rich in irish brogue. "Avast there lassie. Be ye new ta this port?"

Avast Greydog;

Twas me pleasure to meet ye and yer crew at the CHOC event. Lookin' forward ta castin' me deadlights at ye again at this here shindig.

Me lady and I be there fer sure. Lookin' foward ta it!

Thankee kindly lass anyway. Twas a great help to post the one ya did.

That's a great photo. The only things missing are his sash and his baldric.

Now does anyone have a pic of him from the beginning of POTC Curse of the Black Pearl?

I need to see what this coat looks like with sleeves.

Shiver me timbers! At least we kin see how it looks. O' course, I want it w' the sleeves [removeable so's I kin wear it when tis hot]

I guess I will have ta have someone make it fer me.

Aye! Tis the very one! Now where ken I get er?

Thankee mate! Don't sink or scuttle 'er!

Aye....ifn' yer fancy gear kin take a pic or two, twould be much appreciated...mine however is a wee bit lackin' that area.

Tis hard to get a good shot of it.

http://london.broadway.com/photos/3008796.jpg

http://i2.aeri.pl/g/0/184/gm/1447.jpg

http://st.blog.cz/e/eviiika.blog.cz/obrazk...zky/4499040.jpg

http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=htt...l%3Den%26sa%3DN

That's the best I can do mates....sorry.

Nay....but tis close. Mr. Gibbs vest originally had long sleeves, but they have been removed...rather roughly. That's a nice jacket...to be sure, but not what I be a wantin'.

Does anyone know where I can get Mr. Gibb's vest or have one made. From the look of it, it seems to be a short waisted seaman's jacket with the sleeves torn off. I would like the option of having sleeves or no sleeves as in making them removeable. It seems to have lapels with 2 rows of silver buttons, one row on each lapel. From what I can tell from other coats of this type, the sleeves would have the same big cuffs with buttons as in the frock type pirate coat.

Any one help a mate out?

Aye lass, twill be postin' me pics soon. I need ta get 'em from me sister first.

It was a pleasure to hang w' me mates. Let's do er again next year. Me lady said there was no word posted at her work an' she works fer CHOC Health Alliance. Wots up with that? CHOC needs ta get more info ta thier associates.

Keep a weather eye out fer us MadL. Me lady is no longer a gyspy, now she be Captain Sasha, scourge of the 7 seas.....err......Anaheim. She be wearing her new hat plus cutlass an' her pistol. See yer there!

Mayhap tis a dumb question....but are the POTC actors going to be in costume? I heard they were visiting the CHOC first during the day with other pirates I thought they might be.

Ahoy mates!

I be puttin' ashore w' me cap'n [read wife] and me sis as close ta 5 as we can. We be ready to drink, pillage and plunder till the cock crows or the guard throws us to the curb. Looking forward to Hobnobbing w' me fellow pirates.

The rum better not be gone!