Capt. Morgan Posted August 17, 2004 Share Posted August 17, 2004 *sees Cap'n Siren sliding in her socks... Morgan hops off the window sill, knocking off Redd's hat, and sending his eye-patch askew... Morgan runs, and slides across the recently waxed kitchen floor on his stomach... Unfortunately, he doesn't realize just how slippery the floor really is, and slides face first into the cabinets under the sink...* Touche' Ship's Marksman & Crab Fiend Pyrates of the Coast "All the skill in the world goes out the window if an angel pisses in the flintlock of your musket." "Florida points like a guiding thumb, To the southern isles of rumba and rum, To the mystery cities and haunted seas, Of the Spanish Main and the Caribbees..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Syren Posted August 17, 2004 Share Posted August 17, 2004 *stumbles to a shocked skid seeing Capt. Morgan slide past her to crash into the cabinets...Falls to her knees beside him..* Are you ok? Then looks out the window to see Redd and shakes her head..Naughty naughty naughty..I think we'll have to come up with a new torture for spies..*grins in mischief* http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/Dara286/trident01-11.png If you got a dream chase it, cause a dream won't chase you back...(Cody Johnson Till you Can't) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt. Morgan Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 *Morgan looks up at Siren, slightly dazed...* A new torture for spies? A lovely lass rushing to help me? *Cap'n Morgan quickly stands, and raises his hand in the air* Ooo, ooo! I'm a spy, I'm a spy!! Count me in! I need to be tortured!! Er, did I say that last part out loud?? Drat . . . Touche' Ship's Marksman & Crab Fiend Pyrates of the Coast "All the skill in the world goes out the window if an angel pisses in the flintlock of your musket." "Florida points like a guiding thumb, To the southern isles of rumba and rum, To the mystery cities and haunted seas, Of the Spanish Main and the Caribbees..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Merrydeath Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 goes to the tub to splash around in her kini, and wait for Scupper... "Now where the heck did my thong go??" Pirate Lass with sass, brass, a cutlass, an a nice *ss. Capt of the FOOLS GOLD PIRATES BLAST BREAST CANCER! GET A MAMMOGRAM AND SAVE YOUR TREASURED CHEST: http://www.myspace.c...iratesthinkpink http://www.myspace.c...oolsgoldpirates CAPT OF THE ONLY PYRITE SHIP AFLOAT: THE FOOL'S GOLD- look for us and Captain Merrydeath on facebook! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moonlit Muse Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 Quick! Entertain me before I go mad. Please. Anyone? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt. Morgan Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 *Morgan sits down and rubs his head... he pulls a case of Guinness bottles and some chips and home-made salsa out of the fridge, and invites everyone to share* Okay, okay... I'm in a bit of a silly mood, and feel like singing tonight... hey! You in the back! Quit booing, sit down, and be quiet! I am NOT that bad!! Okay, now back to the song... its about lasses (ah, one of my favorite subjects, and oh so fitting for this place!), and one verse is just for you ladies... When I was a baby boy, My mother said to me, "Don't play around with them Irish girls, They'll never let you be!" So I went off to Dublin, To see what I could see. They filled me up with whisky, boys... They never let me be! CHORUS I miss my home, Chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I know. Wherever I go, when I find myself alone, I close my eyes and the memories take me home. When I was a little boy, My mother said to me, "Don't mess around with them French girls, They'll never let you be!" I took a trip to Gay Paree, To see what I could see. They filled me up with "Ooh la la!" They never let me be! CHORUS I miss my home, Chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I know. Wherever I go, when I find myself alone, I close my eyes and the memories take me home. When I was a young man, My mother said to me, "Stay away from them Yankee girls, They'll never let you be!" I went to New York City, To see what I could see. They put mustard on me hot dog, lads. They never let me be! CHORUS I miss my home, Chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I know. Wherever I go, when I find myself alone, I close my eyes and the memories take me home. When I went off to sea, My mother said to me, "Don't be taken by them pirate girls, They'll never let you be!" I sailed to old Port Royal, To see what I could see. They filled me up with rum, me lads. They'll never let me be! CHORUS I miss my home, Chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I know. Wherever I go, when I find myself alone, I close my eyes and the memories take me home. Well, its finally plain to see, They'll never let me be. I should have listened to all them things, My mother said to me... CHORUS I miss my home, Chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I know. Wherever I go, when I find myself alone, I close my eyes and the memories take me home. And now I am an old man, At the age of ninety-three. I'm on my way to Heaven, boys, To see what I can see. Saint Peter's at them Pearly Gates, As he opens up the door, He says, "You're not finished yet, me boy, You're goin' back for more!" CHORUS I miss my home, Chimney stacks and the cobbled streets I know. Wherever I go, when I find myself alone, I close my eyes and the memories take me home. Touche' Ship's Marksman & Crab Fiend Pyrates of the Coast "All the skill in the world goes out the window if an angel pisses in the flintlock of your musket." "Florida points like a guiding thumb, To the southern isles of rumba and rum, To the mystery cities and haunted seas, Of the Spanish Main and the Caribbees..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kon-Tiki Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 *Walks up to Muse* Entertain, eh? Alrighty. Let's see what I have with me... Ah, some good ol' card tricks. Boring as hell, but at least mildly entertaining. Pick a card, any card. Don't show it to me, but remember well what's on it. Now, put it back in the deck and shuffle it. Ok, done? Now then, let me just do this... and this... and this... *Raises card* Is this i...errrr... did I forget to take the rules-card out? Damn, so much for entertaining. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Sakura Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 *hops up and over to Morgan and eats some chips* Heh.. I'm Irish.... *stands and turns around* Okay, since we be singin' I'll share me voice. This one will most likely remind us girls of ourselves..." I know my love by his way of walking, And I know my love by his way of talking And I know my love by his suit of blue And if my love leaves me, what will I do? cho: And still she cried:"I love him the best But a troubled mind, sure, can get no rest." And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few, And if my love leaves me, what will I do?" There is a dance house in Maradyke Where my true love goes every night And takes a strange one upon his knee And don't you know, now, that vexes me. I know my love is an arrant rover And he'll go roaming the wide world over In foreign parts he may chance to stray Where all the girls are so bright and gay, If my love knew I could wash and wring If my love knew I could weave and spin I'd make a dress all of the finest kind But the want of money leaves me behind. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Syren Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 *tilts head to look at Capn Morgan...8 So ye admidt to being a spy Eh? Well then Ill have to torture ye and make ye confess. Quickly shackles Morgan to the cabinet door handles.* Now then where was I? Oh yes..Takes a feather and runs it along her face and lips then lower..*shivers slighty* Then moves closer to him and runs the feather over his face and lips..and lower.....Watches him closely then smiles and walks to the table to sit and calls Christine and MerryD and the others to help torture Capn Morgan... http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/Dara286/trident01-11.png If you got a dream chase it, cause a dream won't chase you back...(Cody Johnson Till you Can't) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moonlit Muse Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 I brought feathers for his feet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Syren Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 Have at it lass..No mercy...See what happens to naughty boys..*holds up lotion that when applied to skin it heats up...*Hmm Cinnamon or pina colada or rum? Cinnamon I be thinking.* Pours some in her palms and saunters to where Morgan be tethered..(tethered I like that word) Then spreads some on his chest above his shirt.*..EnJoy! *spins away laughing* http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/Dara286/trident01-11.png If you got a dream chase it, cause a dream won't chase you back...(Cody Johnson Till you Can't) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 18, 2004 Author Share Posted August 18, 2004 Ooooh, is it the kind of lotion that when you blow on it, it warms up? lol! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Syren Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 Aye Christine that it be...What should we do next any other ideas..Now that he be helpless of course..And Redd is still outside the window hiding..*points to grappling hook* http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/Dara286/trident01-11.png If you got a dream chase it, cause a dream won't chase you back...(Cody Johnson Till you Can't) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 18, 2004 Author Share Posted August 18, 2004 Hmmm....then let's get Redd Oktober in here! :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Syren Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 *Tosses Christine another set of leopard print fur lined cuffs..* Catch him..There be plenty of instruments to torture with. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/Dara286/trident01-11.png If you got a dream chase it, cause a dream won't chase you back...(Cody Johnson Till you Can't) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redd Oktober Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 *Redd applauds the goings on...and then realizes that he's hanging onto rope and falls into the shrubbery below.* CRASH! Redd's never really been the clever one. YARRR! The Oktober be silent now! Just call me "REDD!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Syren Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 *silently stalks to the front door and takes her rope then sneaks about to see Redd laying on the groung then sitting up..Quickly she lassoes him and calls to Christine for the hand cuffs..* Well now Redd looks like ye will have to be tortured for spying..To bad we do not have a mast handy. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/Dara286/trident01-11.png If you got a dream chase it, cause a dream won't chase you back...(Cody Johnson Till you Can't) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 18, 2004 Author Share Posted August 18, 2004 The bed post will do just fine instead! :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moonlit Muse Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 Redd looks like a psychotic off Broadway "Pirates of Penzance" character! Sing us a song or we bring out the branding irons!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moonlit Muse Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 That reminds me of a website. http://math.boisestate.edu/gas/parodies/ht...susspirates.htm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Syren Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 *drags an unprotesting Redd in and handcuffs him to the bed..Then goes to the Kitchen and unties uncuffs Morgan to handcuff him on the other side of the bed..tosses christine the lotion that heats up.* Il let you take care of Redd..And brandin irons..Hmmm*looks thoughtful* http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/Dara286/trident01-11.png If you got a dream chase it, cause a dream won't chase you back...(Cody Johnson Till you Can't) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moonlit Muse Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 I found a box of candles. hmmm. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 I leave for a week and suddenly the place turns into a Vegas night club on the wrong end of the strip. Aye. Or the right end...Aye. Maybe I'll sell tickets. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moonlit Muse Posted August 18, 2004 Share Posted August 18, 2004 I will buy two tickets. LMAO Are you the William that Chris was talking about? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted August 18, 2004 Author Share Posted August 18, 2004 LOL! All good things of course Wil! *smiles brightly* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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