It be indeed the ghost ship Posiedon! Blast away me boys! We be in prime firin range! May we load the guns usin’ the vermin Death Bunnies Cap’n? They’s been know to o’er run many a ship. A’ for long some o the crew’ll be gettin taken to their evil furry cuddlyness. They be even worse luck than haven banannas aboard!
None o’ ye mates be haven a secret stash o’ the deadly yellow death fruit now would ye?
Scuba-Ben This demon ship be a lightly arme behemouth, a Leviathon o’ sorts. Load yer heavy shot with some bunnies too! I’ll taker in fer a starboard broadsides. Gunners ready!
[sub]Bloody barnacled Jayzus. Them bunnies warr to be helpin’ me o’erpower this gang o’ curs and pilchards that calls itself the crew o’ th’ Ted! Now, they be shot off to the Poseidon, and I’ll be havin’ nary an ally (cottontailed or no) aboard. I’ll be rethinkin’ me schemes, I shall.[/sub]
Arrgh! these simulposts be damned! Scuba-Ben! 'Tis me Lar’board eye wot’s missin! Says I if we can go starboard then starboard it’l be! Any you blaggards seen the rolly poly thing I calls me eye? I’ve grown a might bit fond of it be it wooden or not.
This foul vessle the Poseidon ‘pears to be capsizin’, me only eye spies a heavy list to port it does. That’l make plunderin a wee bit tricky. Has ye rid us o’ oll them devil bunnies? A scourge to many a sailor on these seven seas they be. An’ also devious devil servants to the wickid and mutinous. Don’t let their furriness fool ye.
Oh an what say ye we cuts a paw from each to wear on strings around our necks? It be a fearsome sight when our foes sees necklaces of furry feet 'round our necks, it be tellen em we fears no demons be they furry or not!
I leave for a few hours and we’re overrun with rabbits. ::sigh::
Shove 'em in the guns, boys. If they’re alive when they hit the Posiedon’s decks, they can unleash their terror. Scuba_ben, get someone to hack off a paw for each man aboard before ye shoot 'em off.
Whar’s the lookout? Are we close enough to begin boarding preparations?
Peg, luv, how comes the feast?
LISER-GO-BLIND, be sure the warsh is done. The men what come back might be needin’ clean britches.
Be these massive wild bunnies that are several times our size and yer just not tellin’ me? Tell Roger the Cabin Boy to kick 'em fierce and get on with his duties.
Yarr, ain’t none of ye seen Monty Python’s Search for the Holy Grrrrrrail? Think of th’ li’l bunny rabbit whot guarded the cave. Not monster-sized beasties, no.
Cap’n sir, ma’m, yer permission to whip these bunnies into shape and acquire us a renewable energy source!
Cap’n, if’ns I may suggest, may we assign some o the crew with fortitude to be takin on the chore o seperaten the demon seed bunnies from the banshee egg’ns?
This ship’s hostile, who cares the colors? She be listin’ e’en more now anyways. Me thinks I sees a Union Jack! Or stars in me eye.
Where’s me other eye?!
Aye, where is the Cabin boy Roger?
Cap’n, I fears there be bananas aboard. That an’ the evil furries can only be explainin’ this here spot o’ rotton luck.
Whot’s that I sees? A pinaple under the sea? Can mean only one thing! SPONGE BOB! God save us ol. 'Tis worse than I feard. Blast em to the briney deep!
Laddie! the last thing we be needin aboard the Ted is some sort o’ mutant teenage mutant robotiks thingamajig thievin’ monkey furry bunny!
Cap?!
Quart’rm’st’r?!
We’s ta be riddin’ ‘rselves o’ them vermin!
Scuba-Ben we’ve a need t be riiddin o the vermin ye must step the pace! Double time! Be 'r displacement much more and we not only drop knots but we draws our keel too low!
Those bunnies’ll be plenty ‘elp iffn we can get ‘em all on the decks o’ the Posiedon. Double time on the guns, men! Load with anythin’ what can be lost! Come up on their starboard side and prepare to board.
Cap’n? See’n how’s the ship’s turned upside down now… ahem…err. Ghmmm, er… may I suggest we continue splatten the bunnies? We canna bare t’ be haven 'em aboard the Ted wit all their fluffyness.
wence done the brave swimmers aboard the Ted mightst be willin to sneek a peek whot was below deck and now above?
This’ns gone belly up. I say dump the spiders fruit (bananas) on 'er an be done wi’the lot.
Cap? Me other good ear did hear a bad word or two of Kn(mumblin’ o malarky an’ bad omens but very good table mannors) ckers twas’nt nice. Me thinks I dids’t hear him speak the foul word Dang. A foul being I swarez I don’st like t hear
Arrgh! Their ship’s playin dead in the water. She be alive an’ only playin dead! 'T be clear that is.
Avast! Stop Mateys! Be a Trick o the demon god o the bunnies! Workin’s aided by Kn(hoist’em by their own petard)ckers ‘is self! Grapples ready? Men!(an the fairer sex who’s got a sabre) be able and to board! These seas be ready to drink, we be needen to feed thier thirst!
Find me a port eyeball! I prefers a smooth one w’none o’ the splinters.
Another volly!Scuba_Ben and we board!
Cap’n me thinks there be too much rum (unless it’s me drinkin’ it) to the crew. Mayn’st we think o usin grog?
