Tsunami Kate

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

Okay - imagination doing scary things now. To save us all from being pelted by angry monkies . . . takes long chug

. . . start up the band, this dance is on me!

[Merrydeath]

Um. I didn't make any crab cakes.

(Peers at the "Crab Cakes")

I think we need the ship surgeon in here quick.

ah.. they LOOKED like crab. They smelled like crab...

oh William, please tell me its something you cooked!!

[Christine]

*looks at Merry and then looks at the crab, er, what appears to be crab*

Oh, geez! William's cook has poisoned us-lol! j/k Funny, but I shouldn't joke, especially since I had a touch of food poisoning on Sunday night well into early Monday morning. Blah, it was bloody awful! I got Jack in the box on the way home from work, what a mistake that was! I honestly can't remember when I had a burger last before then and now I know why, ugh!

[Capt. Morgan]

That's what you get for eating "Jack in the Crack", Christine, luv... stick to Carl's Jr. for burgers...

*motions to Goliath, William's 4'0" serving lad*

Garcon! Another round of ginger ale for the lasses here... they have a touch of "seafood flu"... remember, never eat the shellfish thats been out over night. Oh look! I have crabs! Er, crustaceans, I mean!! Really!

[Christine]

I'm pretty much steering clear of burgers. I may only give in once a month at the most, during that lovely time of the month that is-lol! I never had a problem with In and Out Burger, mmmm.....

There's a restuarant right here in town, forget the name off hand. I think it's the Sand Crab. But anyway, they hand out bumper stickers that read "I got crabs!" lol! Good restaurant tho.

[crimsoncrow]

Ducks, shielding tankard from airbourn tumbling out of control monkey that hits the deck just to the table's right.

T'underin' Jaysu!!! Glances at dazed monkey then to the juggler. Damn yer eyes, man!!! Ye almost made me spill me drink an' that be a sin, fer true. Vacates table and moves to midship's port rail to lean. Red, that feller be dangerous, near took me head off with that flyin' primate.

Overhears Mercenary Wench. Well now, lass.....I'll take ye up on yer offer fer dance partner. What be yer prefers? A waltz, mayhaps? Er was it somet'in' else ye had in yer noggin'? Yer choice, ye be the Birt'day Gerl.....An'na promise not to be steppin' on yer daint feet. Doffs hat with a wide sweep, grinning. Shall we then, lass?

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

curtsied with amazing skill Quite honoured - A waltz I can do, but I was thinking more of a jig - lots more fun! sets down the bottle has been swigging like in a most unlady like manner And not to fear for me feet, they have had much worse!

[crimsoncrow]

Aye, ye be a lass after me own Irish heart. A jig it be an'na reel to be followin'. Winks. Red!....Needs be movin' some o' these tables out o' harms way! Once this t'in' gets started there be no controllin' where it bears. Sets down hat and tankard on nearby table, proffreing hand to Mercenary Wench with a slight bow. Strike up the fiddle!

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

takes crimson's hand Might want to watch the drinks too there everyone. . . as the man said, there be no controlling this dance . . . starts skipping out into recently de-tabled area as music starts playing, clapping hands in time Let's get this party started Crimson!

[crimsoncrow]

Nods in approval to fiddler as "MacGinnerly's Reel" is struck up and Joins Mercenary Wench in the clearing.

Pleasure is all me own, fer true lass. Shall we showin' 'em how it be done? Sly grin. Be gentle, lass...Chuckles. Not the young buck I used to be. Laughs at the notion then takes up proper position to start the dance. Don'na try this at home kiddies, ye may be hurtin' yerself....

[Capt. Morgan]

*Morgan joins the fiddler on his pipes, as Crimson and Mercenary Wench dance*

Nothin' like a good rolickin' tune to get the blood flowin!!

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

I haven't danced this hard in years! Grog -somebody - get me some grog! What was that you were saying Crimson, about not being young. I don't think the young have too much of an edge downs a pint in a single go after shortly pausing from the dance

. . . ahh, that's better! Where was I? Oh yes - can you keep up to this piper-boy? feet start flying back in the direction of Crimson Do y'know "Three Young Ladies Drinking Whiskey Before Breakfst" - it's my favourite reel?

[Merrydeath]

*keeps the beat with her tankard on the table, after emptying it..*

that looks like fun, but I'm sure its a bit dangerous. He has a temper ya know.. the monkey I mean a course.

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

Wait, what did I just step on looks under foot to see squashed monkey Ooops . . . no one saw that . . . wasn't me starts whistling innocently then goes back to dancing

C'mon Merrydeath - join in the fun!

[crimsoncrow]

Music rolls into Derry Hornpipe....

Whew....I be needin' a refillin' o' me tankard after this one, lass. Have no' carried on like this in a donkey's years. Fine gerl ye are to be blessed with merriment an' mirth in yer steps. Ye do me proud, fer true. Winks at M.W. with a warm smile.

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

winks back My pleasure. Maybe we can badger someone into singing a nice ballad or the like . . . I'd volunteer, but I think the screeching of the squashed monkey would sound better!

[crimsoncrow]

Aye, lass...Flops down at the nearest table, ordering a round for self and M.W. A ballad be a fine idea an' Spinning Wheel, tis a good choice if there be one about that be knowin' it. I be too out o' breath te be pullin' it off. Have yerself a rest an' then ye can drag me ol' bones back to the decks.

[William Brand]

(Fills Merry's empty tankard. Pulls up a stool near the fireplace built of coral. Takes out a mandolin. Tunes it)

We were born upon the shore thus...

...an the angels sang a lovely chorus.

For there never was the like before us...

...to be born upon the Earth.

(Sings long into the night)

[Merrydeath]

aye.. a lovely tune to get warm by. I can tell its going to be a cold weekend, and perhaps a lonely one too.. snow expected when all I wanted was to go to a gun show in garb.

hears the song Roll Your Leg Over and ssings her own versions..

if all the young laddies wore crushed velvet tights.. I'd work my magic and they would become FELT over night...

[William Brand]

Today's special is Shark Fin Soup.

Mind the sharks.

[Tudor MercWench Smith]

Maybe just some bread and ale for me. Never could much stomach sea-food.

Are ye taking request William? I'd love to be hearing "Johnny's gone for Soldier"

And if not . . . who knows some good old drinking songs?

[William Brand]

Maybe just some bread and ale for me. Never could much stomach sea-food.

Are ye taking request William? I'd love to be hearing "Johnny's gone for Soldier"

And if not . . . who knows some good old drinking songs?

Aye. Anything ye like.

Have ye ever heard "Scoundrels and Maidens"?

[Guest SirenSong]

*walks in and sees Christine Merry and Tempest and waves at alll*

Hi Ladies. What be on the menu? I be starvin. Christine have not seen ye in a while me comp caught a virus then give it to me.

Merry have not seen you in a while either. Hope all is well with you.

Tempest it seems you are a good friend to me pub brother crimsoncrow which I did not know. Hats off to ye for that. I likes to knock off his hat I do..Then he cant peer under the brim at me. That be his fave thing to do.

Good Sir William Ill take a Plunder Me Cherry extra Cherries o course. And tis good to see you. Now did I hear Kilts previously mentioned?

Ill take..hmm popcorn shrimp with Fettucine Alfredo, a rich bordeaux and a side of kilt. LOL

Cheers

[Tempest Fitzgerald]

A side of Kilt! Such a delectable notion, Siren Song! Oh William! May I bother you for a snifter of your finest cognac...and a side of Scotchman, rare.

[Guest SirenSong]

Tempest please call me Siren. All me close friends do. And Good Sir William make that two, yes Dos, Scotsmans..Very Rare. 6 ft plus..Brawny and bold. Oh and dark piercing eyes. Hmm sounds like Kendra and I's Dark Prince of Plunder.