The Green Dragon

[King Alboin]

*walks by Rembrandten's dungeon cell*
*notices the sketch*

Hmmm, you know?, grace in defeat is an admirable quality very few possess. I for one am bereft of such virtues.

Ye get some extra slop in your gruel for exhibiting such a virtue.

an 'ere, take this bottle of rum ...



for solace, if thar be eny,

an 'ere be a pipe an flint tin ...



Ne'er say, Kitti's [MsB's] dungeon is nought hospitable.

*heads off to me ship, to check on me First Mate an prisoner*

*"accidently" drops an extra set of dungeon cell keys on the stone floor, [bout one yard from the cell hinge]

[Rembrandten]

I've been drinking rum in this dank cell for ages, I am no closer to the end of the paper than two days past, despite having read threescore pages, I see the keys but dare not stick out my arm let the cat should bite it.
I holler, holler at the top of my lungs so that the realm, nay, the world can hear me. I don't think anyone is coming to help.

[Cosmic Fury]

*visits the dungeon*

I think our worthy adversary's time in prison is about over. I'll give you a parole.

*opens the door and lets the Wise Guy out*

[Jupitor]

Sorry Simba....maybe next time...

[Morgan le Fay]

You...you gave him parole.

*looks o we shoulder*

<.<
>.>

[King Alboin]

*looking o me shoulder, to make sure no soul be following, all'st I see is a deserted street an the Green Dragon Tavern's sally port. Ne'er a peep from d' town...


...

*trusting no one, I take a winding circuitous path [only because I'm drunked'd]"urrrrrgh arrrrr urrrrrgh, hic ... yarrr" straight to me ship,
the Queen's Retribution, formerly HfrigginMS Galliant. ...




*looking for me First Mate, I find her on the quarter deck, standing there looking all too smug, hinting a smile at me.

"Aye, me suspects someone's been in the sugar again, why for ye look so happy? hmmm? Thy cannons all polished? Shoot some arse in the face?" I says.

She thrusts a wanted bill in me glove, points to me name, an burst out laughing ...



I read the bill, an spy her amusement. 0.0

"Why yes, me proper name is Kingsly, what's so funny about Kinglsy? not piratey enough?

she keels over with laughter.

"urrrrgh, aye, tis why I shortened it to King, you see. Oh look'see 'ere? I am now worth 10,000 in gold. nice. I am finally getting the recognition I deserve."

She then shows me, another wanted bill, with her image 'splayed over it. ...




"32,000!!?!"

*she boles over a'laughing now. Tears, she's actually gots tears running down her face. Me suspects she will have to attend the little lady's closet, next*

~oh I know I shant ever live this down~

"Hmmmphrrah, Well, enough of this frivolity," I says, handing her a silken hankerchief.

"Report on our provisions, Vice-Captain la Vindii?" trying to sound authoritative.

Instantly she produces a list of items in inventory:

Molasses -- 5 barrels
Rum -- 10 hogsheads
Sugar -- 5 barrels
Salted Beef -- 20 barrels
Salted Pork -- 12 barrels
Flour -- 34 casks
Limes -- 22 casks
Black Powder -- 150 barrels
Iron Shot
32 pndr -- 200
24 pndr -- 450
12 pndr -- 450
Pickled onions -- 14 casks
Rice -- 24 barrels
Vinegar -- 7 barrels
Salt -- 14 casks
Tallow Candles -- 45 crates
Hard Tack -- 50 crates
Fresh Water -- 65 barrels ...

... I continue reading the list

[Cosmic Fury]

That's nothing compared to the time I turned myself in and got 100,000 gold pieces and then escaped with the loot... All with the help of Simba. He's a great lion...

[King Alboin]

... Pickled pickles -- 13 barrels
Black Whole Pepper -- 22 barrels
Fire Wood -- fully stocked
Tobacco {Virginian Colony} -- 64 oaken casks
Tobacco {Cubana} -- 43 crates

Oh? lookie 'ere, anudder wanted bill, let us seeeeeeeee ....



Jumpin Jehosephat's fat cat 0.O, *hmmm, considers bounty for just a split second* nah, never b'tray another Cap'n unless of course he be b'trayin me first.

*continues ticking off provisions list*

Spare Sail Cloth:
Mizzen's -- 3 hanks
Main's -- 9 hanks
Fore's -- 6 hanks
Spare Rope:
Hemp -- 28 skeins
Coconut -- 45 skeins
Tar -- 29 barrels

Well I'll be. Another bill?

*unfurls* ..

[The Luda]

*sneaks in*

*steals a bottle o' vodka*


*sneaks out*

[Morgan le Fay]

^Look out, we're in trouble now. Luda's in town.

Ohhi there Luda.