Aarrr!!!

Cynth · Post by **Cynth** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 7:28 pm

Dread Pirate Rackham wrote:Avast! Move yer patch off yer one good eye, ye scalawag! That's no butter knife in that avatar!

Arrrr! Well, sink me! Ye are a true buccaneer after all, matey. Prepare to weigh anchor. Sail ho! I see a jollyboat yonder that looks to be sailing low in the water. I'm thinking ye'll be havin' pieces o'eight fer yer grub. Arrr!

Swashbuckler Grainne O'Malley wrote: Belay that Ethel nonsense.

Arrrr! Ye have the honor to be addressed by Calico Ethel Rackham.

Avast ye blaggard Grainne O'Malley! Yer tidy gam may cause some old sea dogs to hoist their sails but yer saucy gambolings don't make me timbers shiver a wit. Ye are guilty of an offense for which keelhauling would be too good.

Ye seem to find the fine name o' Ethel a rum thing. Me name, which I proudly bear, comes from the German and means "noble".

The picture of the addled dame ye show canna be from our time, perhaps you engage in a bit o' witchcraft, eh? I would turn ye in and let ye be judged by landlubbers, but me tendency is to avoid those scurvy rats altogether.

Yer choices are two. Ye can apologize and swab the head fer a year's time or ye can walk the plank and feed the fish. The old salts don't take well to public floggin' o' wenches. Arrrr!

scottielvr · Post by **scottielvr** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 8:07 pm

Calico Ethel Rackham wrote: Arrrr! Ye have the honor to be addressed by Calico Ethel Rackham

By Blackbeard's balls! 'Twas not me aim to cause offence. Stand down, good, stout-hearted Ethel; don't tip me the black spot, I pray you. 'Twas just a passing aversion; a whim. I vow, the name grows on me...and you confer nobility on it, wielding as mighty a cutlass as any! As for the image of that witless wench, it was no witchcraft ... 'twas just a jest, a fancy... perhaps a fever-dream, or brought on by too many dippers of grog, mayhap; I'd never dream of sporting such frippery and folderol on deck.

I offer you me apologies, indeed. It's a feckless minx I am. Let us not scuffle in the scuppers to scandalize the sea-dogs and amuse the lubbers. A tot of grog on it?

Cynth · Post by **Cynth** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 8:14 pm

Dread Pirate Rackham wrote:Aye, be ye flyin' the Jolly Roger and yer socks?

Arrrr! Me and the mates stitched a very becomin' flag fer Iron Jack Bonney if I do say so. Those tars is handy with the needle. Arrrr!

djm · Post by **djm** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 8:17 pm

Oh, dear, I ... don't think I quite have a handle on this patch business. I mean, I bought the biggest patch I could find to ensure ample coverage, but I can still hear everything perfectly well through my left ear. Where am I going wrong.

Perplexed Down Below

Cynth · Post by **Cynth** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 8:40 pm

Swashbuckler Grainne O'Malley wrote:I offer you me apologies, indeed. It's a feckless minx I am. Let us not scuffle in the scuppers to scandalize the sea-dogs and amuse the lubbers. A tot of grog on it?

Arrrr! Begad bucko, ye do have a way with words. Yer but a lass yet and ye know not the ways of us poxy dogs. I'll gladly share me rum and jollyboat with you. Better to dance with Jack Ketch together than alone, eh? Dread Pirate Rackham come splice the mainbrace with us and bring yer swag so's we can divy it up while the lads are swabbin' the head.

scottielvr · Post by **scottielvr** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 9:23 pm

Calico Ethel Rackham wrote: I'll gladly share me rum and jollyboat with you. Better to dance with Jack Ketch together than alone, eh? Dread Pirate Rackham come splice the mainbrace with us and bring yer swag so's we can divy it up while the lads are swabbin' the head.

A merry idea indeed, by Bluebeard's bollocks! If I judge the riotous chanteys to leeward aright, the lads’ll be spending plenty o’ time in the head; though not swabbing it, I’ll wager...sounds like they've breached a cask of Jamaica's finest. Let’s us divvy up the loot, nick that Jolly Socks pennon ('tis far too elegant for the likes o' Iron Jack), and be off, mateys; for on the morrow, we must don dreary landlubber gear and doff our eye-patches.

anniemcu · Post by **anniemcu** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 9:31 pm

Iron Mary Vane
A pirate's life isn't easy; it takes a tough person. That's okay with you, though, since you a tough person. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that's okay, because it's much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!

Harrharr

Cynth · Post by **Cynth** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:21 pm

Dirty Charity Rackham and Iron Mary Vane I didn't notice the two o' ye a standing there. Ye appear to be just the sort o' fine lady corsairs we be looking for. Come share the grog with Swashbuckler Grainne O'Malley, Dread Pirate Rackham, and me. Twill be the last cup before we must, as Grainne has foretold, "don dreary landlubber gear and doff our eye-patches." A sad tune on the whistle would be most welcome.

Fairs winds until a year hence mateys!

Charlene · Post by **Charlene** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 10:38 pm

Thank'ee kindly.

scottielvr · Post by **scottielvr** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 11:00 pm

<drains cup, staggers and weaves a little, trips over sack of swag>

Ay, me hearties! Next year, we'll do "Pirate Jenny" again! Arrrr! *hic

Lambchop · Post by **Lambchop** » Mon Sep 19, 2005 11:36 pm

Oooh! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! <belches daintily> Harrrr!

Someone help me back into this lifeboat, please . . . <yawn> . . .

Cynth · Post by **Cynth** » Tue Sep 20, 2005 9:01 am

What a gang!

anniemcu · Post by **anniemcu** » Tue Sep 20, 2005 9:17 am

Cynth wrote:What a gang!

Aye! Air ye gang down the plank wid tha bottl' o' rum?? I'll gang wid ya.

Lambchop · Post by **Lambchop** » Tue Sep 20, 2005 1:50 pm

Look! Photographs from yesterday's fun!

Post by **Nanohedron** » Tue Sep 20, 2005 4:01 pm

Lambchop wrote:
Nanohedron wrote:I be Iron Jack Bonney, I do. No-one be messin wit da likes o' Iron Jack Bonney, I tells ye. Arr.
Aye, be ye flyin' the Jolly Roger and yer socks?

Nay, Jolly Roger stays right well betucked away in me trews lest I catch da pox or a untimely trip to da matrimonial altar's clutches. And a pox on socks. Arr.