Tsunami Kate

[Capt. Sterling]

I thought the Indian Food was "had?"

[Silkie McDonough]

Time zones ...happens round here all the time.

[Capt. Sterling]

And what would be the pudding?

[William Brand]

Speaking of pudding, how about a nice steamed pudding...?

[Dorian Lasseter]

Pudding? Looks more like spongecake...

Ya! Come bek to my house fer zom coffee undt Spungecake!!!

[Ransom]

Having taken liberties with the Kate kitchen to brew a pot of tea, I return to the table and help myself to a slice of pudding.

Tea and pudding — ahhhhhhhh.

[William Brand]

I was going to make espresso...

[Ransom]

Bless you, suh, but...tea be my morning pick-me-up of choice. That just leaves more espresso to go around to the others.

[LongTom]

All you that are good fellows, come hearken to my song,

I know you do not hate good cheer, nor liquor that is strong,

I hope there is none here but soon will take my part,

Seeing my Master and my Dame bid welcome with their heart.

This is a time of joyfulness and merry time of year,

Whereas the rich with plenty store do make the poor good cheer,

Roast beef and hot mince pies stand smoking on the board

With other brave varieties our Master doth afford,

Come, fill us of the strongest, small drink is out of date,

Methinks I shall fare like a Prince, and sit in gallant state!

This is no miser's feast; although the things be dear,

God grant the founder of this feast each Christmas keep good cheer!

Happy Solstice! Wassail!

[Cheeky Actress]

Great Song, LongTom...this is a personal fav of mine...

Wassail! wassail! all over the town,

Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;

Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;

With the wassailing bowl1, we'll drink to thee

Here's to our horse, and to his right ear,

God send our master a happy new year:

A happy new year as e'er he did see,

With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.

So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek

Pray God send our master a good piece of beef

And a good piece of beef that may we all see

With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

Here's to our mare, and to her right eye,

God send our mistress a good Christmas pie;

A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see,

With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee

So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn

May God send our master a good crop of corn

And a good crop of corn that may we all see

With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear

Pray God send our master a happy New Year

And a happy New Year as e'er he did see

With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

Here's to our cow, and to her long tail,

God send our master us never may fail

Of a cup of good beer5: I pray you draw near,

And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.

Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best

Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest

But if you do draw us a bowl of the small

Then down shall go butler, bowl and all.

Be here any maids? I suppose here be some;

Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!

Sing hey O, maids! come trole back the pin,

And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.

Then here's to the maid in the lily white smock

Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock

Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin

For to let these jolly wassailers in.

[Capt. Sterling]

Oh William!!! Cotton please...

[Silkie McDonough]

Now I ave nil erd Cheeky's voice but I ave erd Tom's n'ya needs no cotton fer listenin t'im!

[Capt. Sterling]

Not for Tom's singing... but fer nigh on seven years now, Cheeky has told me she cannot sign...so fer nigh on seven years she's been humming...

Oh William...cotton please!!

[Silkie McDonough]

Well ...I have these.

Silkie holds out a pair of foam ear plugs

Told you I always have them with me.

[Capt. Sterling]

Never doubted ye fer a second Luv...

[William Brand]

The Kate is quiet tonight. I had thought to hire a fife player and half a dozen drummers, but this will do. We'll save the candles and just sit by the fire and spin yarns about the Western Desert and the Virginia colonies. We'll speak fondly of old shipmates and dead enemies.

[Dorian Lasseter]

Here, here!

Tales of bygone years, friends, and enemies....

[William Brand]

But who to talk about...? Andries, the Scarecrow, Tawny...? So many close calls. So many graves, watery or otherwise.

[Dorian Lasseter]

How far back do ya wish ta go?

Pre-Dog?

Some of my enemies were the officers I served under...

[Silkie McDonough]

I've no enemies. I still need to make some.

[Red Cat Jenny]

The crackling of the fire punctuates comfortable pauses. Miss Ashecombe quietly sets out a bottle and glasses..

Kings, conquests, countries and close calls..

Enjoy yer stories sah's..

and takes her leave

[Silkie McDonough]

"Well ...since you lads have enemies to speak of I shall join Miss Ashcombe in the kitchen. Good evening captains"

Miss McDonough heads for the door.

[William Brand]

Let's toast friends instead. To Kardal, mess mate aboard the Kingfisher. I man of profound wisdom, despite almost 40 years of illiteracy. The man had a way with words he could never spell.

[Red Cat Jenny]

To mess mate Kardall!!

[Red Cat Jenny]