Tempest Fitzgerald Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 *Daggaz finishes his drink and grabs a large trunk and heaves it to a shoulder. And walks over to Sir William.*Yelling over the music and dancing, "I wanted to pay me tab as I'm shippe'n out for the weekend. Eres me gold. Now I've gotta go finish packi'n the trunks on The Esmerelda." *He turns to leave and sees Merc.Wench. He then heaves down the heavy trunk and throws out an arm saying,* "Well, a Cap'n would be ashamed to leave without a single jig with a fine las and good song!" Best of luck to you on your relocation. May the Seas be calm and the troubles few. Come back to us when you are done with life's trivialities...We will all be here. ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 I thinks I 'ave spirits aplenty...An' ye wish ta taste me spirits, do ye? Would tha' be a sweet taste ar'ter th' hunt, then? ::raises one eyebrow:: Now that is an interesting proposition...It is the thrill of the hunt that leaves the victory that much more sweet. **mischievous glint of eye**Tell me...Do you prefer being the hunter or the hunted? **A raise of brow in return** ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dorian Lasseter Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 Indeed.... Wot be me preference... I s'pose it depends on wot's at stake... I think we shall :: cocks head at the sounding o' th' bells :: Oh Bloody.... My apologies Mum, I must be off... a continueance later per'aps? :: with a bow he dofs his hat and jauntily makes for the doors :: Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 Duty calls, I hear...And yes, a continuence would be well waited for. Do mind yourself...In this heat the tar has a tendency to become liquified and the mast and yardarms can become rather dangerous. Until our next merry meeting then... **Watches Dorian's departure with a sigh and orders another bottle of cognac** ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted June 23, 2005 Author Share Posted June 23, 2005 I see the place runs itself in my absence. Tonight's specials are... A fine Lobster Bisque served with hot bread. Bacon wrapped scallops. and a nice clam chowder. A toast! To my first entire year here at the Pub. May there be a half dozen more at the very least! Aye. Â Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 Mmmmm....the clam chowder looks really good! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silent Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 "Ahy, with many more years fer eating'in drink'in" *lifts mug and pounds on table "Three cheers fer William"**sits back down* "Now I can only stay fer dinner then I'm off, wont be the last time yer'all see me, you can count on that" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaptainCiaran Posted June 23, 2005 Share Posted June 23, 2005 Bonjour Tempest! Merci beaucoup pour la boisson. William, a hearty congratulations on yer first anniversary here at the Pub. I wonder if one of the most important steps on our journey is the one in which we throw away the map. -- Loreena McKennitt My fathers knew of wind and tide, and my blood is maritime. -- Stan Rogers I don't pretend to be captain weird. I just do what I do. -- Johnny Depp Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted June 24, 2005 Author Share Posted June 24, 2005 We need cake. Â Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Awwww....the nuts ruined the cake. ick! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaptainCiaran Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 (Ciaran scoops off the nuts and puts 'em in his mouth) Mmmm, here Christine, ye eat the cake and I'll eat the nuts. Well, I do want a bit of that chocolate, too! I wonder if one of the most important steps on our journey is the one in which we throw away the map. -- Loreena McKennitt My fathers knew of wind and tide, and my blood is maritime. -- Stan Rogers I don't pretend to be captain weird. I just do what I do. -- Johnny Depp Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted June 24, 2005 Author Share Posted June 24, 2005 Awwww....the nuts ruined the cake. ick! Better? Â Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Oh, I like nuts, just not on my desserts. Yummy-looking cake there William. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted June 24, 2005 Author Share Posted June 24, 2005 Have as much as you like. Or as much as prudence allows. Â Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaptainCiaran Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 (Captain Ciaran awakens this friday morning with his face resting in the half-eaten chocolate cake. He licks his lips and wipes his face.) Mornin'. Hmmm, no one around. Well good that no one saw me wallowing in the cake. (clears throat) Yo ho! William, me mate. How about some powerful coffee this mornin. I wonder if one of the most important steps on our journey is the one in which we throw away the map. -- Loreena McKennitt My fathers knew of wind and tide, and my blood is maritime. -- Stan Rogers I don't pretend to be captain weird. I just do what I do. -- Johnny Depp Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tudor MercWench Smith Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 *saunters in, hears Ciaran looking for stron coffee. Smiles coyly and whips out a pound of Breakfast Blend and a french press* Mild and highly caffinated! What say ye? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silent Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 *walks to the door yawning and streching* "I be takin off, thanks fer the drinks, jokes, dances, and good times. I'll be back when the time is right" *Grabs a bit of bread and some OJ and walks out the door, stops just outside, looking up at the bright sky, takes a breath of the refreshing morning air as the sun beats down on his face* "Looks like it's going to be a fine day, a fine day indead" *Starts to walk again* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tudor MercWench Smith Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Well, I'm off to me room. Got a letter to write. I might be back later. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Bonjour Tempest! Merci beaucoup pour la boisson. Avec plaisir, Capitaine!! Congratulations to you, William!! And I see there is a bit of cake left over...All over Ciaran, that is. A strong Cappuccino to go, if you please. I have duties to tend to and a launch waiting at the docks. Many thanks to you, my dear. I shall return for a late lunch, if schedule goes as planned. Until then... ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dorian Lasseter Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 :: slowly strolls in, already weary from th' days exertions...:: WHy is it thays always talkin' frenchy when I's comin' in 'ere? Somethin' 'bout givin' mercy ta Boucoup an' some poor bison... Mebee thays gonna 'ave a roasted bison? Mmmm... William, Izzat wot ye gots fer midday vittles? Well, give us a nice cold refreshin'.... somethin' ta drink.. 'r jest throw a friggin 'uge bucket o' cool water o'er me 'ead.... Bloody hot wi' no breeze... *whew* Truly, D. Lasseter Captain, The Lucy Propria Virtute Audax --- In Hoc Signo Vinces Ni Feidir An Dubh A Chur Ina Bhan Air "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Deuteronomy 32:41 Envy and its evil twin - It crept in bed with slander - Idiots they gave advice - But Sloth it gave no answer - Anger kills the human soul - With butter tales of Lust - While Pavlov's Dogs keep chewin' - On the legs they never trust... The Seven Deadly Sins http://www.colonialnavy.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Diego Santana de la Vega Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Congratulations to ye matey as you are one of the very best this pub will and ever see! God bless you. Damn sorry I missed yer dinner last night (any leftovers) sure lookes wondrous! I hates bacon wrapped scallops! NOT! lobster bisque one o me faves it is. anyways I sees yer alos turned the corner here with the Kate and gone past a hundred pages as well. Yer a fine and upstanding man and me hopes be yer life is blessed, as blessed as ours is by knowin ya! Huzzah Oh! 'Ows abouts a Guinness (you know whilst I be here and all) Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a knife in your back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted June 24, 2005 Author Share Posted June 24, 2005 Most of the chowder is gone, but I have bisque and scallops left. And here is that guinness. Â Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 :: slowly strolls in, already weary from th' days exertions...::WHy is it thays always talkin' frenchy when I's comin' in 'ere? Somethin' 'bout givin' mercy ta Boucoup an' some poor bison... Mebee thays gonna 'ave a roasted bison? Mmmm... William, Izzat wot ye gots fer midday vittles? Well, give us a nice cold refreshin'.... somethin' ta drink.. 'r jest throw a friggin 'uge bucket o' cool water o'er me 'ead.... Bloody hot wi' no breeze... *whew* The Frenchy is spoken when you are in earshot...for the humour of your translation skills, of course. William...a smallish snag in schedule has ocured. Be so kind as to give Mister Lasseter something to sate his thirst and a fill of Killian's Red for myself. ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted June 24, 2005 Author Share Posted June 24, 2005 A Killian's Irish Red for the lady... And a glass of cold water for the dried out pirate. Â Â Â Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tempest Fitzgerald Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Thank you kindly, William. Although Killian's is now brewed by Coors, (BLAHH), it is by the original Irish standards of its beginnings. ...Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no rememberance over them: Either our history shall with full mouth Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, Like a Turkish mute, shall have a toungueless mouth, Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph... King Henry V- William Shakespeare 'She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.'~Susanna Clarke Attention! All formats of plot and characterizations produced under the monikers "Aurore Devareaux" or "Tempest Fitzgerald" are protected under the statutes of Copyright law. All Rights Reserved. F.T.M. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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