Jezzy The Butcher

*Jezzy feels a bit less apprehensive as Mcdrago has taken control of the situation quite nicely. Good to have one clear head in the chaos. She worries though, as MadL heads off into the smoke and flames.* *She sees a bucket coming her way* Thanks be t' ye, Mcdrago fer keepin' me from a near panic. I'm prayin' that th' gods be keepin' m' men and ship safe, but it don't be soundin' too good right now. I be supposin' there n't much can be done at this time, but what we be doin' now. Damn MadL. I hope he be safe out there. Would hate t' lose a fine lad fer the sake of m' ship. I'm sher them timbers be about ash right 'bout now." *sees MadL storm back in through the door carryin' something squallin' and hissin'.* No, Lad, that n't m' uncle bill. God bless yer heart. Now, keep yer scrawny arse inside this 'ere pub until that fire dies down. Don't wants t' see ye turned to barbeque, ye know! All right, Lads, MORE WATER!!!! *a man enters the pub covered in smoke, spittin' n' hackin'* "Damn them blazes!" *Jezzy grabs him by the arm and spins him on his heel* What ye be knowin' of th' ship what's turnin' t' ash down there, mate? *the man coughs a few more times, trying to clear his lungs* "Missy, I hear a man sayin' a tussle broke out between the crews of two ships at the end o' the pier. He said it was the Bonney Wind 'n the Black N' Red Dove! 'parently, the Black N' Red Dove hauled anchor n' sailed away but not b'fore lobbin' a ball o' fire from th' deck onto th' Wind!" *Jezzy couldn't believe what she was hearing and sat down on the nearest keg. She was relieved that her ship was spared, but angry about the situation. What caused the fight, and WHO took control of the wheel and sailed the Black N' Red Dove away? And, where are they taking her? Will they return after the fire dies away? So many questions...her head is swimming and her ire is climbing ever higher* Barkeep! Barkeep! If'n ye can see through this haze, bring me a flagon, will ye, but make sure it be full of RUM! *She sees Mcdrago glare at her* (**Side Note: Mcdrago and MadL, I just wanted to say thank you for playing along here. If you're wondering why it takes me a while to get back to the story sometimes, it's because I'm on the road, doing the faires in Florida, so I don't always have the time to get back here everyday. I won't leave you hanging, though. *lol* Again, thanks. I'm having great fun with this and it's really nice to have made two new friends/mates!)

Aye, Lads, let's keep this on th' one thread...let's go back to "Beginnin' at the Beginnin'" We've got a good story goin' on here, but it sher be difficult keepin' it goin' on two threads. *LOL*

*Jezzy wavers as the grog, the smoke and the anxiety of a most unthinkable event overwhelms her sensabilities* *Mcdrago steadies her with his strong arms and leads her towards the door. He motions to Mad L to come along.* *Jezzy peers through bleary eyes at the man bearin' the horrible news* Dear god, man, tell me what ye be knowin' of this fire? *the man hollers to all, "It appears t' be hellfire burnin bright...all the way down to the end of the pier. Men be fleein' and screamin' somethin'....I can't make out what they be sayin' fer sure, but somethin' 'bout a Red Dove. Be there a ship tied there by that name?"* *Jezzy gets nauseous. Her ship is the Black N' Red Dove. Now she knows she must face this nightmare. Fortunately, she won't have to face it alone. What makes her even more ill is worrying that "Uncle Bill" might be in danger...and what of the rest of the crew? What might have been left of it, anyway. Or did THEY do it? Her heart pounds like a drum in her ears at the thought, she can barely breathe, but she manages a deep breath and pulls Mcdrago out the door with her* I've got to find Uncle Bill! I've got to know that he be all right. Oh, what have they done t' m' ship? *She watches as flames climb ever higher into the sky, causing a sickeningly eerie burnt orange haze against a darkened grey evening sky. Tears well up in her eyes, but she must not give into them. She blinks them back and swallows hard.* Mcdrago, what shall I do? What if I never find m' Uncle Bill ever again? Ships n' pyratin' and commandin' a crew is all I've ever known. No, I can't be thinkin' this way. This must be a bad dream n' I'll be wakin' any moment... *sniff*

Happy Natal Day and all that to someone I'm sure must be a fine Pyrate, er there wouldn't be all this celebratin' goin' on in yer honor. So, even if ye don't feel particularly like havin' some rum, ye choose yer own poison and a round fer the house, on me!

Me most sincere apologies, m' fine McDrago...I seem to have experienced a momentary time lapse. It must be m' own Scarlet Jezabel that's gone t' me head. I know I've been sittin' 'ere with ye, but it seems as though I've been gone fer days! Whoa...I best be leavin' that Jezzy Grog alone fer awhile. However, ye do appear t' be quite the scoundrel, but a hearty man at that, so, I am willin' t' take ye on as a fine member of m' crew, to be certain. Now, what was it I was a sayin'?.....

Spanky (you know, from "Our Gang") *tee hee* Now, what ya gonna do with that?

Now, now, my dear McDrago. Never ye mind about m' eyes. *winks* I can see ye be a solid man of virtue and all and jes what I be alookin' fer. Ye stands straight and I believe I can trust ye with me ship's stores and such. I'll be proud t' have ye escort me back t' the cabin. I'll not try plyin' ye with me potion further t'night. We got business t' discuss n' hopefully, there be a crew still waitin'. *the door swings open and a man shouts over the din* "There be a fire a comin' from th' furthest pier! I seen wit m' own eyes men runnin' an' screamin', sayin' somethin' about a Red somethin'. Couldn't make out exactly, but I'm guessin' there be a ship ablaze down there!" *grabs her goblet, an takes McDrago's hand and starts for the door* Come wit' me, Man! I got t' know if it be m' ship and m' men. I got a pain in m' chest an' a dreadful feelin'.

Mad L, ye got a way with words, let me tell ye. *lol* Aye, them flyboys be full of air in the head, I suppose. Well, I even nearly got blown right off the deck of one of them big ships by a low flyer! It was gut-bustin' t' say th' least! But, give me a ship anyday! I enjoy the slow rockin' and even the stormy seas from time t' time t' keep us on our toes! Now, ye set yerself right there, child. We don't wanna be scrapin' ye off th' floor now, do we? Wee Faerie Pyrates still flyin' about, ye know. *LOL*

Well, what a fine turn o' events we got 'ere, McDrago! Apparently, me potion be workin' jes fine, eh? *lol* So, ye be escortin' me t' th' ship. Ye know, when ye sign on with me, it could be fer life! Maybe even eternity, so be certain of what ye be agreein' ta. I only mention this as I know ye had a bit o' the Scarlet Jezabel and ye did seem to be a kindly man, a stout and strong one, never ye mind th' snow on the rooftop. I wouldn't want t' be accused of takin' advantage of ye now. *smiles and winks with a glint in her eye* *puts her hand on his shoulder* However, I am in need of a trustworthy man. Beware, and know, if there be any of m' crew still aboard, they won't be as trustin' as I might be. Can ye handle it?

Oh, tis nothin' t' fergive, Lass. I appreciate yer welcome and greetin'. Please do have a drink on me! Barkeep...bring this lass whate'r she desires! I've plenty o' coin in m' purse fer friends.

Me thinks ye be right, Mad L! I believe ye be seein' Faerie sized pyrates dancin' about ye! *smirks devilishly* Did ye take a sip from me goblet, Mate? Oh, but I do believe ye did. Soon, I shall have a new crew if ye's succumb to me Scarlet Jezabel so easily! *leans back against the post and sighs* Oh, Dear Scarlet Jezabel, your nectar be sooooo sweet and powerful. You're like a thief in th' night, quietly plunderin' the racks and sacks o' them drunken sailors.

Well, I'll not tell 'ow I come about makin' this potion, but it can cause ye to do some strange thin's an' ye won't e'en remember what it were ye done! Trust me! I found this out the hard way! But, I am th' only one what can make it a little less lethal, as I be th' only one what knows exactly what it's made of. But, ye be enjoyin' it while ye be drinkin' of it, ain't it the truth, McDrago. By th' way, Sir, did m' good friend, Tia happen t' mention where she be gettin' that brew? *wicked wink* Now, what was it we was a chattin' about? *evil grin* Hellooooo...don't be tellin me you be fadin', too, Sir. Is there no man what can drink with me without fallin' off 'is barrel? *gives McDrago a bit of a pinch on th' arm* Hmmmm...looks like I might be gettin' me a quartermaster, afterall.

*Jumps up on top o' th' table and shouts* Hey, Mates, I just advanced from Bilge Rat to Deck Swab! How ARRRRsome is that? Just havin' a friendly chat wit' ye's and I got me some rank under me belt! Arrrrrrr!!!! Drinks fer EVERYONE!!!

Ahh, bless ye, Sir. That be a kind thing t' say t' this redhead. If me memory serves me, and I ain't sure it does at present, I don't believe I woulda been that redhead up fer auction, but I did hear of 'er! 'Course, I coulda been sold at one point, I suppose. Enough rum an' who knows? I recall many times dancin' atop tables, but not from an auction block. *peers into the goblet to see that it's been drained dry* I see, sir, that you enjoyed my sweet elixer. Perhaps, I'll bring ye a bottle of it when next I darken these doors. Fer now, tho', I believe I need t' continue me search fer a crew...care t' join mine? *wink* I could use a good quartermaster. Make sure ain't no on stealin' from our goods and all. Ye probly knows where we can find th' good stuff, too. Barkeep, I think I'll be havin' a pint o' ye finest spiced rum, and ye know what that would be, right? I need somethin' fer the walk back t' me cabin.

Sounds like ye be named proper, Mad L! Here's t' ye!

Sorry t' hear that, McDrago. Glad t' know ye survived it. I was once hitched t' a Swab in His Majesty's service. He was one o' them tendin' t' th' birds that took flight off one of his royal highness' ships. *fondles one of three shrunken heads hangin' off her belt, rememberin' the old days* I only spent a few days at a time aboard them ships, but it told me that's what I would rather be doin' than standin' around on the shores, unless'n, of course, I be huntin' fer buried treasure, 'r plunderin' me some fine rums and fruits t' be makin' me a barrel of m' special Scarlet Jezabel. Some sweet and dangerous nectar thar be, boys! *takes a good hearty swig from her goblet*

Aye, Mad L, that li'l tadpole was a cutie! He kept comin' back t' us and askin' us questions and talkin' like a pirate. He be a true pirate in th' makin' if ye ask me! *takes a sip o' her Scarlet Jezabel from her goblet.* Mmmmm...this be some fine spirits. I shoulda brought a keg o' this to share wit' ye all.

*Passes the goblet over to McDrago for inspection* Have yerself a sip from it, if ye like. It might warm yer cockles, so t' speak. Aye, Sir, me goblet be quite large, as I ain't no li'l squab with fine feathers 'n all that. I be a WOMAN...ALL Woman! I can drink most men under the table, not that that be somethin' t' be proud of, but might say a lot about the men I been drinkin' with lately, eh? *smile* And, as fer yer earlier comment about snow on the rooftop and yer firebox...well, I've always enjoyed snugglin' under a snowy rooftop, m'self. It's what's under the rooftop that be keepin' us warm. *wink* *Jezzy thinks, perhaps, she's enjoyed quite a bit o' her special concoction from her goblet as she's gettin' a little relaxed.* Nay, I'm not one of them Red Hatters. I was just showin' it off, as it were one of the many pieces I be sellin' that day. M' mum was a Red Hatter, tho. Lovely Ladies, they be.

Aye, and ye best pay heed t' that warnin' fer it be th' truth! If'n Black Jezzy be present, there be a storm aheadin' yer way, an' it ain't about t' be an easy ride, neither! But, if ye see Red Jezzy comin' about, ye might want to give 'er a wink and a rose. The fire on the mountain be a sign that she's feelin' a bit flirty and amiable.

Aye, well I be about as deranged as the next wench, I'm sure. Thanks fer the warm welcome, so, what'll ye have?

*Flashes a flirty glance and smile* Thank ye fer the kind compliment, Sir. And, nay, the Cap't be a might taller than that. He just didn't make it int' that photo. That li'l cutie wouldn't leave wit' 'is mum 'til 'e got his picture takin wit' th' Pirates! He be adorable. Woulda liked t' have kidnapped that one and brought him on board wit' us, but I ain't like that. Gots wee ones o' me own, I do. Well, they don't be so wee anymore, but ye understand m' meanin'. How's about another round? Barkeep!

Thank ye fer the kind welcome an' th' drink, Cap'n. Aye, Fayma and the Cap'n be wonderful folk! I met them at the Pirate's Halloween in Indiana last year. Well, truth be told, I sort of met them at the Ohio Ren Fest first, when they were haulin' Nigel's artwork in, as he was struck down with the strep throat, ye know. But, our official introductions be done at the Hallween gig. It was a lot of fun. We had a great visit at their home afterwards. Ye can see a pic of our Halloween fun here: http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n304/Ma...n06FAVORITE.jpg And the portrait Tony, I mean, Cap'n Callahan did of me here: http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n304/Ma...ait02Good-1.jpg I'll be lookin' forward t' makin' yer acquaintance at the Keys, Cap'n. Again, thanks fer the drink! The next one's on me.

Fayma, Darlin'! So good t' see ye here! I shoulda known t' find ye here at a PYRATE PUB. Barkeep, bring me n' me dear friend a round. So, how 'ave ye been, Darlin'? I've been down here in Florida, doin' these faires. Mostly in cold wind and rain. It's winter, ye know. So, I've signed up to camp with yer crew, if'n ye don't mind, 'specially since it were you what threatened to kidnap me and haul me arse down fer PIP! I've already told me employer that I'll be takin' the van and usin' it fer the event. She said that would be fine. I'll be doin' Thanksgivin' with the good people at the Blue Moon Rennie campground in Alachua, so if ye and th' Cap'n would like te join me, let me know! The more, the merrier, eh? Otherwise, I'll hook up with ye's as yer makin' yer way down and we can caravan together. What ye say t' that? Sure have missed ye, ye lovely wench! Give the Cap'n a hug fer me, and hug yerself fer me, too. By th' way, I found a pic of Sir Tristan I'd taken. Would ye like to ta 'ave it? Chat with ye soon, Love.

Aye, I be stayin' with me friends, the Callahan's fer certain! Fayma has threatened t' kidnap me and drag me down fer it, if I don't do it on me own. Good thing, Fayma, m' sweet friend, I'll already be in Florida this year fer Thanksgivin' fer one of them Faires, so I'll be meetin' ye here soon! Love to ye and th' Cap'n! ~Jezzy http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n304/Ma...trait02Good.jpg Arrrsome portrait of me done by th' one n' only Capt. Callahan