Sea Wolf from Vinland

[Maggie Pricklebottom]

"Well, well..., " Mags muses, "...since Bismuth has gone, returned, and gone again...STILL without his peg leg and hooks, are we legally bound to share the proceeds with him when we sell them on eigh-bay?"

Mags leans back on her chair, just like the teachers be tellin' you not to, and smiles a sly, knowling little smile. She knows she is a peg leg and two hooks closer to the coveted prize for her treasure trove....the COMMEDIA SHOES. Then she wonders, just what does a large stone coin, perfect for usin' as an end table, fetch on eigh-bay??????

[Mimi Foxmorton]

Puddin'.........???

[SeaWolf_Bjärn]

Bjärn reaches down with one large pale hand and gives a rough pat on the cat's head and shoulders.

[Mimi Foxmorton]

Foxmorton suddenly throws a piratical temper tantrum out of life depleting boredom.....

....kicks the two back legs of Mag's chair out from under her.....

....grabs Capt'n Bismuth's appendages....

and, heads for the door......

but....not before distracting Bjarn with the classic "Tap On The Wrong Shoulder"........grabbing his grog....tripping over the dead japanese rock star...and, landing square on the cat wrapped 'round his ankles....

oops.....

[SeaWolf_Bjärn]

"Ah, lady, I was not shocked so much by your attempt to trick me as how lovely your skin feels against mine aye!" Bjärn says, a mischeivious look in his glacier blue eyes.

[Mimi Foxmorton]

Foxmorton stops dead in her tracks.....a lone peg leg danglin' from her belt....hair hanging in one eye...

"Aye.... but, that were not me skin......." she says to Bjarn....

but, a bit of clam chowder left o'er from lunch........"

[Maggie Pricklebottom]

Mags, struggling to get get up from the floor, snidely remarks, "I thought I smelled fish Foxmorton..."

[Mimi Foxmorton]

Takin' one wary step closer to Bjarn,...Foxmorton turns and, says....."oh, that be not the clam chowder, Mags. It be six weeks by last Tuesday since I be seein' land.."

Turning back to Bjarn....Foxmorton gives him the classic "

Triple Eyebrow Raise"....

[Capt'n Floria]

Floria purrs at the pat, ears flicking sligtly. A clatter of feet, someone tripping over and another person landing on her, she eeped and mrowled loudly. Seeing the grog go flying, she ducked under the stool, watching it proably hit someone in the face. "Dive dive dive!