Nigel

Aye, lass! I kin hardly wait fer it meself! Rumour has it there will be a new tradition beginnin' this year: The First Annual "Gathering of the Bunnies" Kinda like the running of the bulls, only a lot more fun, longer ears, and (almost) nobody gets hurt...unless, of course...

BABYCAKES!!!!! Yer HERE!!! Make fast the guns, let loose the parrots, cut free the lines and square the yards, no starch in the sheets! (it chafes me delicate bunny) Let the celybration begin! "Landlord, wine make it the finest Make it a cup for a sea dogs thirst So fill the night with paradise Bring me peach and peacock till I burst!!! Who’ll drink a toast with me I give you Liberty This town is ours... tonight!" Glad ye made it safe, lass. Now get yer digs settled in, an' let's make some plans to do a lil' Pyrootin'!!! We've got tales to tell, ales to consume, and a lot o' ketchup. But fer now, I'm off to meet with the mouse an' Uncle Walt. Welcome to the Tropics, luv!!!

Ye needs t'be makin' the trip t'Key West, lass. 'Tis good for the mind and body as well as the soul. 'Twill change yer lattitude fer sure. 'Tis only a short hop from Orygon - heck, I made it from Washington! You can do it, lass! Come on down to PiP and celybrate wit'yer Pyracy.com mates! Black Skot is right - Buy KW Pirate a drink at the Schooner Wharf. Legend has it that doin' so will bring ye good luck! Many a German tourist can attest to the truth o' that rumor.

I always liked yer sense o' hoomer, mate. Yer a pirate after me own....hey! Where did it go?!?!

What do you mean Photos? Now what gives ya the impression I would have incriminatin' evydence??? But I digress... Ahh yes, I can't wait to go cavortin' again.

Why, thank you both. And I must comment what an excellent judge of character you are. Yes, bunnies rule. but be careful when ya gets them together...tis a dangerous thing..first ya got two, then ya got four, next thing ya know..... yer overrun with the cute little things.

Aye, what a lovely lass, ye be undersetimatin' yerself, dear. Likes the coin, too.

Walk the Plank championship? Well, Captain, ye know where ye can find me... Actually, that seems to be the problem in KW doesn't it? We're starting a new puzzle game called "Where's Nigel?" Look fer me at the bizness end o' the plank! "Yoicks, and awaaayyy!"

Happy Berth-day indeed, BB! "Here's champagne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends!" -Mom

Looks like ye had a good time, Christine. And as fer the Innocent/tie me up and spank me - ye do both equally well. I have found that the "innocent" ones turn out to be the wildest. There are many wonderful paradoxical, seemingly contradictory forces in life, that actually complement each other nicely. This is why we have such delights as "sweet & sour sauce". And Jumbo shrimp.

Hats off to our own KW Pirate (aka "Deadly Aim") for maximum frontage! I be lookin' forward to pirating together again, lass! We got more German tourists to 'work over'!!! And Diosa had a few little peeks here and again as well. *Snif* I am so proud...Our little crewe, all grown up. Well okay, not "grown up" by any means, but we are getting our fair share of ... *ahem* ...exposure.

I have a one-of-a-kind Kristi Smart coat, in Emerald Green crushed velvet (The last of the material on the face o' the earth, she tells me.) I had been checking out the various coats, but when I put on the Emerald Green, I was hooked. The color sets off my reddish blonde hair nicely. Upon hearing the sighs in response from all the women in the room, and lovely patrons coming over from across the room to fondle the jacket, the hair, (and yours truly in the process) I knew I had made the right choice. I needed to have it gratuitously altered for pyrating, as the sleeves are just too tight to wear with a poet's shirt. I also had the cuffs added, and trim on the lapel, in Black - as I said before, that was the last of the Green material. *snif* It does look sharp, however. I do love the jacket, although I must say that velvet is probably not the best material for pyrating in Key West in July. (Oy!) It's okay in Seattle, the dreary land of Frosty Acres, but in the tropical climes, you might want to think of another material. The jackets are also quite popular with the local "Goth" crowd in Seattle, bless their little knickers.

Stumped? Well there ya go, lass! How about "Stump the Blenderwench"??? I think there was a character named Stump the Blenderwench in a children's story I read many moons ago. Or maybe it was Stumpy the Fender Wrench...? How about games with stumps? Good for the peg-leg pirate crowd! How about "Stump Stomping"!?!

Happy berth-day, luv. May you live as long as you want to, and want to as long as you live. Cheers!

That's great, Redd! Congratulations, mate! Love the character.

Billy, I'd like to see what you have in the Smithsonian, whether or not it's pyrate related. Can ya post something send us a link?

Now Merry, calm down and we’ll talk about your butt. Pat still lurves ya. And I still lurve ya, even tho’ the seas be belching golden opportunities and pearls o’ wisdom al ‘round. And what about the bones? Well, let’s just say that the warm southern sunshine be warmin’ me bones just fine…. Ah... Another umbrelly drink in a cocynut if’n ye please, Garcon…. Aye, ‘tis true, and I do so deserve to be held…… …here.... ...but not against me will. More likely against me won’t, cuz I won’t be havin’ it any other way. The guard duty is a calling. I be willin’ t’sacrifice me body t’protect a scantily clad woman’s delicate form against the cruel and harsh Floridy sunshine. ‘Tis the life of servitude to the higher good to which I am duty-bound. And I be grateful t’all ye fine wahines fer your warm welcomes and support. Ye be truly unselfish indeed. Now, as fer th’ coin…. Now Paisley me precious, pay no mind to these nasty rumors and speculations, issued forth by scandalous rogues and upstarts. Yer secret is safe – me lips are sealed. So ‘tis true. I am being held and I intend to continue being held… Here…. In Floridy.

Happy B-day to LadyB, the woman who put the "boss" in "Barbossa"!!! *ahem*

Arrgh..I turns me back for nary a week and see what happens!!! Congrats Merry! Yer me favorite hunny bunny, and me match in capital punishment.

Aye. One must keep tabs on one's ex-wives. And one's Commodore. It be quite convenitent that they be in the same locale. I made a true pirate exit of the state o' confusion... er... Washington... under the cover o' night, wi' me parrot on me shoulder... er, well, me cat under me arm... and lookin' back o'er me shoulder t'see if I be followed; along the way, tossing excess cargo overboard to lighten the load and facilitate my escape. And here I be, in sunny warm climes. Yes indeed..... "a magical place where th' warm breezes tousle the sheer dresses of slender, scantily clad women as they stroll langorously along the beach..." ah, but that be a story fer another time. Ye best be keepin' yer hat on, Animal me buddy... it be cold up there in the Specific Nar'west, an' ye don't want t'catch a chill, mon. Speakin' o' which, the temperature be dropping here. Methinks I'll go an' put on a shirt. Me friend tells me I am a cruel tease. Ah ha ha.... must be the sun... warms the cockles o' me black icy heart; it brings out me humour - did I mention scantily clad women?

...and so are we, Paisley. So are we. :) We've been drinkin' to ya, but we'd like to be celebratin' with ya. ... tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock....

Nothin' but the best fer me Crewe and me mates.

Hm... I doesn't say "Yarrr" unless I am quoting the old Sea Captain from the Simpsons. "Yarr, have ye e'er tried a baltic squid? They can suck the barnacles off the hull o' the ship." Well, okay, I just said it twice. Normally, I say Arrgh. Arrgh? Let's see, that would make it.... Oh rats. I lost count. Arrgh and avast.

"You had cheese? What kind? was it Gouda?" "No, it was TERRIBLA!"

Just one more reason fer folks t'be callin' me a "hothead!" As I say - I don't smoke. I sizzle.