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Post by steevodeevo on Jun 2, 2005 18:11:37 GMT
Arrrg! the rum at the Blue parrot tastes like its been dredged out of Fat Cookie's latrine. Will they ever get any decent grog in this damned place! The vittles arent' much better! We need to set sail and get us some good Spanish Wine and grub from those prancin' damned Traders sailing by the Island every day, God blast the swarthy rich lubbers!
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Post by steevodeevo on Jun 15, 2005 22:14:24 GMT
Steevodeevo continued to drink, on his own, in the corner.
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Post by Turwhitt on Jun 20, 2005 10:08:32 GMT
Ahoy there, you dog.
Mind if i join ye? This table has a good view of the door, and a short run to the exit.
Buy an old rogue an ale, and i'll tell ye a story....
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Post by steevodeevo on Jun 20, 2005 18:24:35 GMT
Steevodeevo gazed at the bedraggled vagabond, it was clear why he was after Grog you would swear he did not have a farthing on him, yet he had more gold in his beaming grin than a Spanish Gallion.
I reached into my Purse and flipped a coin in his direction.
"Get me one too while u r at it, and let her give you the filth she takes from out back".
And off he ambled toward Old Mabel
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Post by s on Jun 21, 2005 8:41:24 GMT
"Hahaaa. Good on ye, lad. Name of Cap'n Turwhitt, i be.", barked the old rogue as he set off towards the bar. "Two of yer best, princess", he said, grinning leerily at the barmaid. "And a brace of ales too!", he added, chuckling at his own joke. When the barmaid returned with the drinks, he glanced toward Steevo, who was studying a map on the table. Quickly downing half of one of the tankards, he said "Fill this one back up with water will ye, princess". Back at the table, Turwhitt put the ales down, pushing the watered-down one towards Steevo. Quickly polishing off his own, he wiped the froth out of his dirty beard and sighed contentedly. "So, what's this here map that your eyes have been all over?" Steevo looked up for a minute, gulping his beer and frowning. He regarded Turwhitt closely. Could this old rascal be trusted? Certainly not. Could he be an ally? Maybe.
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Post by Turwhitt on Jun 21, 2005 13:30:39 GMT
Oops, that was me ^
Must have got logged out......
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Post by CptDark on Aug 31, 2005 19:01:27 GMT
In the lone damp corner of the bar a shadey charcter loomed. He was well known as being the most fierce pirate knife fighter smelling person the port has ever known he stood up wiping his beard clean from the last grog and began to speak. "Ahoy lads! Now I not be the smartest man ere but thats looks like abit of a map ta me! Ya mind if I pull up a chair... hic?"
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Post by steevodeevo on Aug 31, 2005 21:57:09 GMT
Cap'n Steevo looked slanty-eyed, er like at the fruity smelling stranger with the black and white stripey pants. Looking at his boots it was clear he was short of coin and soles alike. "An who may you be awantin' to google at me mape ere?" grated steevo with him best sinsister pirate drawl.
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Post by Turwhitt on Sept 1, 2005 9:08:23 GMT
"Aye... and i think ye be forgetting something..", Turwhitt rasped, nodding towards his empty tankard.
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Post by CptDark on Sept 1, 2005 9:19:07 GMT
With envious eyes the stranger spoke "Cpt Dark be my name and stealings the game. Course the old hands anit as quick as they use ta be but ya bet your bottom dubloon I'm the best there is, that is if havnt stole it already." He began to make his way to the bar to get yet another drink. As he gulped it down he began to stumble towards the men with wide eyes and a grin no one could miss
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Post by steevodeevo on Sept 1, 2005 17:08:40 GMT
Steevo glanced at Cap'n Turwitt, their empty mugs and Darks empty mitts as the stripey panted one staggered burping and farting back from the bar. With empty tankard, Steevo whistled as he rolled up the map and stuffed it in his tunic and stared thoughtfully towards the door, glancing occassionally at the dusty desert of his empty, cavernous beer mug...
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Post by CaptainHeff on Sept 1, 2005 23:09:04 GMT
At that very moment the huge oak doors of the tavern swung open. The blue parrot inn went as as quite as the early morning mist rolling in with the sea.
In strode Captn Heff
' Wheres the double crossing sea rat of a partner who stole my map!'
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Post by steevodeevo on Sept 4, 2005 8:32:15 GMT
Steevo's gaze did not leave his empty beaker,
"You don't need a map to find every swab-ridden tavern in the Caribbean, Cap'n heff, and as you live in them, why would ye' need a mape ye' old washed up dog crab"
The tavern swung round to look at Cap'n Heff, cutlass glinting in the light from the open door.
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Post by CptDark on Sept 8, 2005 15:35:57 GMT
"Now now lads thar be no need for people's limbs to be severed." cpt Dark edges towards steevodeevo. "I think yar be misunderstanding me Mr Deevo, if I wanted your... 'information' for myself then I would ave stole it by now. I'm just interesting in what your going to be doing with that bit of paper. but of course if your going to be violent theres always other means..." and in that second he draws from what seems to be thin air two pearl handed daggers which glinted in the moonlight which was beaming through the open door only to be put out by cpt Heff's shadow.
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Post by CaptainHeff on Oct 12, 2005 18:01:31 GMT
Just as Steevo & Turwhitt reached for their weapons the shadow behind Capt Darky grew bigger, CaptnHeffs arms appeared from nowhere
both his hands were ready to end this now!
he slammed 4 large grogs on the oak table
Right boys, lets stop this quarrelling remember were all part of the feared 'TLC' me reckons theres more than enough treasures to split between 4 and im sure steevo will need a hand sailing and navigating on that fine vessel of his.
what ye reckons then? spit on it
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Post by Turwhitt on Oct 13, 2005 8:22:36 GMT
"Well, said, matey!", rasped Turwhitt, eying the four beers. "No-one else is drinking then, eh?", he said, tucking into the first one.
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Post by steevodeevo on Oct 13, 2005 18:37:24 GMT
Cpm Steevo let out the largest Guffaw any non bovine creature had ever hard without a bottle sytuck up its ass. I dee' love these meetings mee-hearties haw! always frightens the barnacles of the swabs in the Tavern when we do this! Welcome mateeys' nice to see ye are all still alive - sorta - now lets get to business! At that Steevo whips the map (looks like skin) from his shirt, unfirls it and pins it to the table with Darks's pearly daggers.
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Post by CptDark on Oct 23, 2005 13:45:10 GMT
Cpt Dark begins to make his way to the table "Arrrr who could resist a some nice grog and the possibilitys of treasure!"
"I remember the last time we met like this. I'm still picking glass outa me leg" Cpt Dark glares at Turwhitt while downing a beer "C'mon then Steevo tell us which poor spanish galleon we be stinkin today".
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Post by steevodeevo on Oct 25, 2005 17:08:40 GMT
Steevo glanced around the crowded tavern and then in turn at each of his shipmates. Its nay Galleon this time Darky matey, its Santa Maria Cove, aye he grinned madly, the santa maria cove with the castle, cannons, frigates city guard - and a great big treasure house. Steevo glanced at Turwitt as he tried not to spill a drop of grog as he choked mid mouthful.
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Post by CaptainHeff on Nov 27, 2005 21:04:47 GMT
CaptnHeff threw his grog over Turwhitt 'wake up ye drunken bum didn't ye hear Santa Monica cove! Turwhitt my man time for ye te reek revenge on the govenor of that scum town for what he did te ye'
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