*pulls out flintlock pistol*
*shoots CF in the arse*
*hot lead ricochetes off his iron drawers, plinks off the tavern bell, grazes past the drunk in the corner, hits the lock on the strong box, flings up amongst the beams, wounds the parrot in the leg, bounces off the rafter, zips across the hold, lands on the bar and rolls to a stop.*
Hey, that's my prisoner, she must stay intact till I git paid! Her virtue is under my protection.
plus that I brought you some sea wenches, back on page 8 ...
Originally Posted by King Alboin
andto keep the place more wossename
compliments of the Old Plane Captain hisself ...
Cosmic Fury, thy choice of sea wenches -.o
a hardy hazzah and cheers for the Gov'ner
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