Red Cat Jenny Posted October 15, 2007 Share Posted October 15, 2007 Awww.. well Patrick Hand started the poems.. * Red Cat hands Nate back his flask* and a fun paper pirate hat eyes his pokets.... "Got anything good?" Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Nate Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 Takes flask, notices it's empty. Puts flask away and grins at the funny hat. "Looks french." Puts hands in pockets and rummages around. "I gots a bunch a stuff." ~Black Nate~ A ship in a puddle is better than no ship at all Dear Saint Brendan, to mention your name is to recall much travelling. It was in relation to voyages that you emerged as a popular Saint. The Irish became great travelers thus spreading their faith everywhere. Protect not only mariners but also all those who go down to the sea in ships. Amen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 Red Cat inches closer fascinated at all th booty in Nates pokets...Hmmm...she tries the bosun whistle...laughs at the shiny pipe... admires the lil leather pouch.. an selects a coin from among th bunch, tuckin it in her own poket wit a sly grin.. Red Cat hands Nate a dark amber bottle from which to fill his flask an trots off happily wit new treasure.. Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Nate Posted October 19, 2007 Share Posted October 19, 2007 Nate takes a sip from the bottle and grins, even if she did slip a coin in her pocket. He refills his flask and pockets it as well as keeping the bottle. Nate takes his clay pipe out of its case and fills it with tobacco from the pouch. "Gots a light?" ~Black Nate~ A ship in a puddle is better than no ship at all Dear Saint Brendan, to mention your name is to recall much travelling. It was in relation to voyages that you emerged as a popular Saint. The Irish became great travelers thus spreading their faith everywhere. Protect not only mariners but also all those who go down to the sea in ships. Amen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 20, 2007 Share Posted October 20, 2007 Red Cat puts away the coin she was flippin in th air and hands Nate a flint Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Hand Posted October 21, 2007 Share Posted October 21, 2007 Well fer anyone wot may care.... I been doin' some experimentin' latley..... so just fer yer infermation..... I thank that be JFYI of somethin' like that......... Run soaked cinamon toast is just a bit too soggy..... Still taste good..... But it's too soggy.... SO.... in th' intrest O' those wot likes rum an' cinnomon toast..... an at th' same tyme..... just not as soggy..... Mix yer rum wit the butter..... sure it will be a bit on th runny side.... but thats because ya gots ter mix in lots O' rum..... but not to worry... it still works.... Now cut a good hefty chunka bread.... not none O' that pre-sliced stuff..... but a chunka GOOD honist bread..... Slather on the rum an' butter mixture...... then sprinkle on lots O' Cinnomon..... Toast it untill it gets good an' melty..... and drink some more rum untill it gets that way..... When it's all hot..... golden brown.... th' butter melted an' bubblin......... Pour another rum..... an enjoy it...... <as everyone is eating rummy cinnomon toast... I just so happen ter grab a handfull o' those nice shinny coins...... heck..... Pyrate.....> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silkie McDonough Posted October 21, 2007 Share Posted October 21, 2007 Patrick ...what are you doing with your hand in Nate's pocket? Can I try? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Hand Posted October 21, 2007 Share Posted October 21, 2007 My hand warn't in his pocket...... ain't yer ever heard O' a cut-purse....... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ransom Posted October 21, 2007 Share Posted October 21, 2007 Myabe Patrick needs to write a cookbook. "The Pyrate's Rum and...(insert word/food of choice)....Cookbook." or "1,000 Things Whot Go Good With Rum — In 'em or with 'em." Front cover: Patrick eating rum cinnamon toast and drinking hot chocolate with rum. Bubble over his head says "Dang.....that's good!" ...schooners, islands, and maroons and buccaneers and buried gold... You can do everything right, strictly according to procedure, on the ocean, and it'll still kill you. But if you're a good navigator, a least you'll know where you were when you died.......From The Ship Killer by Justin Scott. "Well, that's just maddeningly unhelpful."....Captain Jack Sparrow Found in the Ruins — Unique Jewelry Found in the Ruins — Personal Blog Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 21, 2007 Share Posted October 21, 2007 Hehe .... That toast sounds right tasty Long as the toaster don't go on fire from all the Rum... Woud be a waste o Rum! "Silkie stop tickling Nate now..." Have some runmy toast!" sheesh...pirates Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cheeky Actress Posted October 22, 2007 Share Posted October 22, 2007 Seeing that it is Sunday...tis the day to drink to Absent Friends... Our heart across the ocean wends, And loyally, with three times three, We toast our “Absent Friends!” Absent Friends!” -- The lost legion that lies in the grave; The friends who were false and the friends we forgave, -- Whose words had the edge of the enemy’s knife, To torture the heart and to poison the life; -- The friends who lay dying and never could know That we loved at the last as we loved long ago! So each across his wine-cup bends, And silently, and tearfully, We pledge our “Absent Friends!” Member of "The Forsaken" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 22, 2007 Share Posted October 22, 2007 Red Cat walk up ta Cheeky who seems a little worried.. "Don't worry lass" She puts an arm on Cheeky's shoulder. "Sit here on this tufty thing an have some toast and jam...tea?" Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Nate Posted October 22, 2007 Share Posted October 22, 2007 Oi!!!!!! Hands outta me pockets! No ticklin!!!! Patrick, I ain't got no purse ta cut! My money! Mine, Mine, Mine!!! Well, alright. I'll share. Now I don't look like no snobby rich bloke. Go buy me more rhum! And bread and cinamon and butter! ~Black Nate~ A ship in a puddle is better than no ship at all Dear Saint Brendan, to mention your name is to recall much travelling. It was in relation to voyages that you emerged as a popular Saint. The Irish became great travelers thus spreading their faith everywhere. Protect not only mariners but also all those who go down to the sea in ships. Amen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 23, 2007 Share Posted October 23, 2007 Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Hand Posted October 23, 2007 Share Posted October 23, 2007 Patrick, I ain't got no purse ta cut! But you (Now) have a large hole in yer pocket......... Course.... th' good news is..... We can buy more bread..... and butter.... an sugar.... an cinnomon... than we knows wot ter do wit........ (Oh... yah.... an some more Rum....) Party Tyme..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Nate Posted October 23, 2007 Share Posted October 23, 2007 But you (Now) have a large hole in yer pocket......... Ya best get yer sewin skills in action right about now. Before ya start drinkin all that fine rhum I paid for! Then yer off ta get rhummy and cinnamon buttery toasty. Red Cat! Fine, fine purchases ya made! Stoke th fire and toast th bread! Lets get 'toasted'! ~Black Nate~ A ship in a puddle is better than no ship at all Dear Saint Brendan, to mention your name is to recall much travelling. It was in relation to voyages that you emerged as a popular Saint. The Irish became great travelers thus spreading their faith everywhere. Protect not only mariners but also all those who go down to the sea in ships. Amen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 23, 2007 Share Posted October 23, 2007 Aww Patrick were jest bein a Pyrate...what kin ye do? Aye th fire's heatin up...we'll make th toast if'n ye pour the Rum Nate! Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silkie McDonough Posted October 23, 2007 Share Posted October 23, 2007 Padrig! Tot yer share wus ta come frum butter, rhum n'toast nil Nates pocket. Silkie sidles up right tightly to Nate Now lad, I'll sew det pocket right quickly ifin d'price is right she says eying the cinnamon toast and rhum he now holds. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cheeky Actress Posted October 23, 2007 Share Posted October 23, 2007 Red Cat walk up ta Cheeky who seems a little worried.."Don't worry lass" She puts an arm on Cheeky's shoulder. "Sit here on this tufty thing an have some toast and jam...tea?" Thank thee, Red Cat....(pauses)... I'd like strawberry, Please...with a bit of honey mixed with it. Oh, and don't toast it too much...it'll make crumbs. Member of "The Forsaken" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 24, 2007 Share Posted October 24, 2007 I'll make an extra cup for Sterling.. Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Iron Jon Posted October 24, 2007 Share Posted October 24, 2007 All cats love toast... Jonathan Washbourne "Jonathan Washbourne Junr of Bridgwater appeared in court and was ordered to pay £5 fees and charges or be publicly whipped 20 stripes for his abusive and uncivil behaviour to Elizabeth Canaday Late of said Bridgwater by Thrusting up or putting of a skunk under the Cloaths to her Naked Body And then saying he had Done the office of a midwife." (from The Plymouth Journal, July 1701) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Cat Jenny Posted October 24, 2007 Share Posted October 24, 2007 A visit from powdered toast man!? woah..... Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help.... Her reputation was her livelihood. I'm a pirate, love. By nature and by choice! My inner voice sometimes has an accent! My wont? A delicious rip in time... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Hand Posted October 24, 2007 Share Posted October 24, 2007 Awh... Nate... I'm so sorry to hear that someone cut yer pocket an took alla yer silver..... From wot I understand... Silkie can sew really good.... Now wot I can't quite figure out... is where did alla this good rum... an sugar...an butter.....an cinnomon an good fresh bread come from alla th' sudden...... Nate..... not to worry 'bout being broke..... Jenny has a nice place here..... cumffy chairs... a nice fireplace.... an great company............an she has some space out back where we can hang our hammocks...... And from wot I understand..... there be a nice Fat Spanish Gallion setting sail outta Cuba tomarrow..... has to go right past here.... (if ye get my drift) Heck...... why cry over a few silvers...... when we can have a ship loaded wit GOLD..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Nate Posted October 24, 2007 Share Posted October 24, 2007 Oi Patrick, I ain't cryin over a handfull of silver. Just an odd feeling wit me pocket so light all of a sudden. Aye Silkie, since Patrick ain't gonna sew up wot he done did to me pocket, and he says you sew real good. A good price? sew it real nice and this'll all be yours, all this cinamony toast and this here rhum. Patrick, I agree, the Cat has a fine place here indeed. Think I'm gonna stay awhile. A long while. Even longer if we find that ship ua were talking about. ~Black Nate~ A ship in a puddle is better than no ship at all Dear Saint Brendan, to mention your name is to recall much travelling. It was in relation to voyages that you emerged as a popular Saint. The Irish became great travelers thus spreading their faith everywhere. Protect not only mariners but also all those who go down to the sea in ships. Amen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ransom Posted October 24, 2007 Share Posted October 24, 2007 Word of warning. You might have a few objections from a gent named Navarro about taking the gold from his galleon. But.... It is a Spanish ship, by God, and we'd be cowards to the grand name o' pyracy if we didn't try and taker her! May hap we can lull them close to shore with the smell of fresh cinnamn toast on the morning breez? ...schooners, islands, and maroons and buccaneers and buried gold... You can do everything right, strictly according to procedure, on the ocean, and it'll still kill you. But if you're a good navigator, a least you'll know where you were when you died.......From The Ship Killer by Justin Scott. "Well, that's just maddeningly unhelpful."....Captain Jack Sparrow Found in the Ruins — Unique Jewelry Found in the Ruins — Personal Blog Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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