I are in a most jovial attendance, ye ole locutionary gent. An old friend, I do contend, thy soliloquy is quite familiar, thy countenance taint. Perhaps the Norns have purchased thee a new jeaun du flair, albeit thou secret safe with me. *touches finger to nosetip*Originally Posted by Rembrandten
Never the mind, I implore ye stay the course, yet run up a warning flag to steer clear of the larboard hatchway. Many a scoundrel hath decided it shall remain the Shank's privy.
Strong smoke ye say? aye, with no heavy encouragement, I shall share some of mine...
Traded from the east, Surat I think, the Glory Mae, she brought five casks hither. I've a fine stashe should ye be of interest in private trade. The Company's arms do not reach this far west, and be sure they would be pressed to climb a jibe should they try, for want of arms to hang on with ... ROFL.
Match?
Ah, seems I am being called away... um, should ever be in need of an "underwriter" , here is me card...
forgive me, I must attend to this...
*faint whispers heard, then SLAP!!*
*I rubb my cheek* I must protest Sadie, she is my prisoner, not my consort.
I was not flirting I was just helping her up the ladder....
Well yes, one hast to look up when helpin a lass ...
She almost fell, of course I had to reach up to keep her from falling...
No I did not even notice her shift ...
Nor her bodice ...
I have no intentions upon her, only upon the Marquis' gold.
It's only business ... now, head back to the ship, we'll need an inventory of her provisions by eight bells on the morrow.
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