Well, now I be goin’ to get meself a new tricorner hat. If I be late returnin’ to the Ted, I’ll just swim out to the boat.
‘Tis the purse ye be totin whot gives ye away Monstre. An’ no ye don’t be carryin’ ol our funds. We jus loiks spenin your’n 'tis ol.
Arrr, canna’ a tar takes some pride in 'es work?
Madness, youse calls it? Almost fanatical devotion tah me job, I says. And a ruthless effieciency.
Now iffen’ ya’ scuse me, NoClueMate, I’ll be taken’ me share o’ th’ plunder, an’ go ashore f’ some ‘earty drinken’. (Me doesn’t touch rum at sea, it gives me th’ shakes, an’ screws up me aim.)
Fishin’ fer this–
http://www.neomonsterisland.com/kaijugirls/gina/gina.jpg
Beats all hell out o’ red snapper. 
Bosda? when ye gets ‘er ‘board ye can use whotever in me quarters ye foinds te be keepin ‘er. She look ya be one in need’n o’ a watery berth. Within reasin o’course. Keeps yer paws off me head rags, they keeps me from the madness o’ too much sun. Not beein one fond o’ hats fer meself an’ ol.
Cap? I be comin wichya ta yer smith t sees mebee 'e knows wheres me oye whot I carries can be rounded a mite.
Monstre ‘eres some o’ me own ta helps pay yer tab an’ whot’s left o’ me bill as well. Stay sharp I says, says I.
Err…aye, c’m ‘long, Pilot tunabreath, we be off to J. Brown’s. I’ve some unfinished business wi’ Mr. Turner thar. ‘E might take care o’ ye eye, too. Talented, 'e is.
<stowaway>
Heh heh heh. Those dumb pirates will never catch me all hidden away in this here box. I just hope the rat supply doesn’t run out.
</stowaway>
[sniff sniff]
[?]
Nah…
[walks off with an uneasy feeling about dead rats]
Another drinking song!
*Fuffzehn Mann auf des toten Manns Kiste,
Ho ho ho und 'ne Buddel mit Rum!
Fuffzehn Mann schrieb der Teufel auf die Liste,
Schnaps und Teufel brachten alle um! Ja!
Fuffzehn Mann auf des toten Manns Kiste,
Ho ho ho und 'ne Buddel mit Rum!
Fuffzehn Mann schrieb der Teufel auf die Liste,
Schnaps und Teufel brachten alle um! Ja!
Schnaps und Teufel brachten alle um! *
I found ye a new uniform, Cap’n Sir Ma’am. Shall I have procured fer ye?
Or maybe this?
'Ere’s me new duds. Pending yer approval, of course. Whot say ye?
By the way, Cap’n. Someone is shadow’n us.
I think I’ll stay with me standard trousers, shirt ‘n’ vest, thankee. I ‘specially be likin’ yer boots, thar, First Mate NoClue. And I did see the thread in that thar Pit. Thankee, I see ye’ve been there ‘n’ back 'lready.
First Mate, no clue?
How can ye run a ship when ye dinnae even know yer own crew?!
What? No, oye be jes’ holdin’ it fer someone… really, oye am…
[discards purse discreetly]
[finishes keg]
[adjusts kilt]
Roit, then! Wots we needin’ inna way o’ supplies, cap’n?
Cap! This Tucker be a master indeed! Me oye be fittin me well so’s no cuttin an’ only bleedins’ fer effect be had. Oye an Oi be one(err two 'at is counton me fake oye) 'appy customer.
Beggin’ pardin Mam’s an’ Sir’s. Me heard word the navies cought wind o’ us. May’t be wize fer us t’ lay lows tilst we’s crew aboard an’ a settin sails fer calmer waters?
If’n we plunders ships more we needs ta take somes fer makin our’n own fleet. A wager oy sey we’ve a hefty price on our ‘eads be set. May’t be woiz t’ be keepin’ charts hid and ready fer scuttle.
Hamlet an’ is dog IzzyR be makin a fleet, theybe demons o’ the king, take me word on ‘at.
Troubles me it does. Bein a ninja pirate meself with no goals settin but me own an a singular senses o’ honor. I’s tought inglish in Kenitra, Morocco by th’ Moors ans oy swing many a blade t’ me ‘vantage Oy does. Ne’er a mum ner dad I knowed. Spent much o’ me toims in the new world in 'r 'bouts Newport, Jamestown and the coast o Florida cuttin me teeth so’s t say.
Come’s down t’it Cap, may’t be word time t’leave an’ cools our wake elsewhares tilst we know no pursuit.
I loiks the inglish navy not ‘t’all. They wears these uniforms whot don’t stain an they says be coverin the officers w’ scrambled eggs.
Voodoo oy says. Voodoo.
Bad JuJu, good thing oy got’s me mojo.
Cap’n? In addition o’ other needs in ways o supplies moit oy suggest pants?
Aslan, Mr. Ellis can ye be aidin me here? I thinks we may pour Mr. Monstre into yon barrow an’ try wheelin’ 'im aboard. Keeps yer extremities 'way from ‘is teeth. Theys sharp an’ dirty too, no need fer injury fors we sets sails.
Oy loiks the fit o me oye quite well an Oy thanks ye moitilly Cap!
<a href=“http://chivalry.com/jollyrogers/”> Here </a> be some fine pirate music for ye. Tis of course, providing me link works and no scurvey mongrel link poster has a’ beaten me to it.
Argh, bugger me backwards…me link dinna work! Ye will have to cut and paste it yerselves fer the fine pirate music.
Arr, yer captain be givin’ ye shore leave fer a few days with First Mate NoClue in charge–I be havin’ business to do inl’nd. I be seein’ ye.
An’ jes’ to let ye know, we been dropped to the thard or farth page o’ nonsense in ‘ere. That be the fault o’ the captain.
The best o’ luck, and don’ leave wi’ou’ me.
Cap’n Sir Ma’am!
When come back, bring pirates.
to everyone involved in this thread: Thanks. It was a lot of fun.
Aye sir.