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Post by Turwhitt on Nov 28, 2005 9:57:52 GMT
A gleam lit up Turwhitt's face at the mention of the governor.
"It's been a long time since i've set eyes on that dog!", he growled. "He still believes me hanged! Well, it's high time that i showed him how intact my neck still is. His daughters will no doubt be pleased to see me again, too" he added, grinning lecherously.
"I am going to need a shave, and a bath. It's been a long time since i've seen those either!"
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Post by CptDark on Nov 28, 2005 11:19:30 GMT
Arrr I can second that Turwhitt.
May a reccomend we do abit of recon first mateys. Word is the admiral has fitted some new long 9 cannons which could use our... special touch *Cpt Dark grins has his sabotage plan begins to unfold in his head*
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Post by steevodeevo on Dec 24, 2005 11:04:45 GMT
Steevo grinned and downed his grog (as he tended to do) in one lavish swig, and slammed down the pot so hard the Inn's parrot shat itself.
" Thats decided then, lets take a little skiff and have a look at the 'nightlife of Santa Maria cove shall we?" How about tonight, no time like the present .....what yer say shipmates?
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Post by CptDark on Dec 25, 2005 16:57:14 GMT
I got ya back matey
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Post by Turwhitt on Dec 28, 2005 10:00:59 GMT
How about tonight, no time like the present .....what yer say shipmates? Arr, yer right. No time like the present. I can have a shower and bath on the way. Now, does anyone know if this inn does take-outs?
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Post by steevodeevo on Dec 28, 2005 13:32:05 GMT
Aye, said Steevo, they do all kinds of assasinations Cap'n Turwhitt, just ask Black Jake over there in yon Corner....
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Post by CaptainHeff on Jan 26, 2006 21:19:03 GMT
(thought id get this going again, join im all )
Just as the feared TLC band of merry pirates were heading for the door on one of their most dangerous quests ever, there was a swoosh threw the air then a knife landed dead center of the great oak door!
In one, almost choreographed move, the TLC turned towards the bar.
'You boys need a hand'
standing at the bar were 2 young swaabs
'Who the fuck you two be' scowled Heff
' we be the feared Canadian pirates- status qou & osiris' came the reply
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Post by CptDark on Feb 9, 2006 17:06:07 GMT
Captain Dark atempted to tug the knife from the great oak door but to no luck. He spat into his has wedged his leg against the wall and took a second go. With one pull he finally freed it. It flew randomly into the sky bounced off the wall mounted shield decoration, ricashaded off the chanderleer, zoomed past the parriot which was forced to excrete once again and landed sqaure into one of the hudge grog kegs stabbing a hole into it. *woosh* the grog flowed out "Ah ah! like that trick gentlemen. You can teach that!" /flex
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Post by steevodeevo on Feb 10, 2006 2:22:19 GMT
Steevo looked at Cap'n Dark incredulously, raising his arms and shrugging his shoulders in disbelief. Dark shrugged and smilled and they all set of for the dock, Tavern sat hang jawed.
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Post by Turwhitt on Feb 10, 2006 9:45:36 GMT
As the motley group swaggered down the street, they suddenly noticed that someone was missing. "Where's Turwhitt got to?" exclaimed Steevo. "Hold on, ye dogs!" shouted someone from behind them. Turning round, they saw Turwhitt staggering out of the inn, trying to balance three barrels of ale on top of each other, and looking set to topple over. "I've got the take-out. Come and give me a hand, you lazy lubbers!" He exclaimed.
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Post by CptDark on Feb 15, 2006 21:26:59 GMT
"Tuwhitt man. Are your crazy lad. Why are u bringing 3 barrels of ale! Could u not of tryed to of managed 4."
Cpt Dark stumbled over to help turwhitt with the grog carring it as if it was made of pure gold. And he means pure gold! He stumbled dangerously from one end of the pier to the other almost tipping over the edge each time.
"Damit man how can u carry these!"
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Post by Turwhitt on Feb 16, 2006 12:02:07 GMT
"Just you watch where you're going, lad!" shouted Turwhitt, straining under the two remaining barrels. "Spill any of it and I'll spill your blood!" He rasped, giving Dark a joking wink.
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Post by steevodeevo on Feb 16, 2006 18:38:49 GMT
Steevo sighed, hands on his belt looking at the scurvy crew, the three barrels and then their tiny skiff bobbing by the harbour wall. A large seagull landed on one of the gunwalls of the skiff and tipped it slightly sideways...hummmm he thought
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Post by Turwhitt on Feb 17, 2006 9:15:39 GMT
"'Tis alright, matey" Turwhitt said to Steevo, noticing his concern. "We can throw out the lifeboat to make room for these barrels. Now help me load them in and let's get going!"
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Post by CaptainHeff on Feb 17, 2006 18:42:28 GMT
The smell of tar and salt was strong in the air. As we strolled & staggered towards the docks we saw the most wonderful figureheads, that had all been far over the ocean. Our ships lay some way out, and we went under the figureheads and round the sterns of many other ships, and their cables sometimes grated underneath our keel, and sometimes swung above us. At last, however, we got alongside, and were met and saluted as we stepped aboard.
Steevo had rounded up crew for each of us, many old sailors, with rings in their ears, and whiskers curled in ringlets, and tarry pigtails, and their swaggering, clumsy sea-walks.
Ahoy, an hour later and we war headed out t' sea, Steevo leadin' the way with the treasure map tight in his sweaty grasp.
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Post by blackhead on Feb 17, 2006 20:39:28 GMT
Mean while back at the now near empty Blue Parrot tavern a rather angry pirate by the name of BlackHead bellowed at the terrified bartender and swung his hook just short of the poor chaps nose.
"WHAT do ye mean you av no grog left" he thundered The trembling bar tender now discharging a rather unpleasant smell brought on by his ordeal said "I'm sorry Mr BlackHead sir but but the TLC took the lot"
With that BlackHead slammed the bar tenders head against the bar and left hopping in the direction of the dock as quick as his leg could take him.
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Post by altredis on Feb 18, 2006 15:47:06 GMT
"I'm thinking this is the band of rotten thieves I'll be joining with." The young statesman turned and walked out of the bar following the hobbling pirate.
"Ahoy there captain Blackhead! I have no Ale, yet I have some of the finest rum in all the Caribbean!"
After hearing those words the grizzly pirate turned round seeing the flask outstretched toward him. He grabbed the rum from Altredis' hand and began to consume all but a few drops of the flask.
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Post by blackhead on Feb 18, 2006 18:15:32 GMT
"Arr altredis ye be better than a barnacle backrub on me birthday" Blackhead beamed as the moonlight lit up the few rotten remains of his teeth. And with that they quickly climbed aboard an old seaweed covered rowing boat that clearly hadn't see action in many a year and headed off in pursuit of their crew mates.
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Post by CptDark on Feb 21, 2006 22:24:44 GMT
Cpt Dark began to stumble up the narrow piece of wood leading onto the ship while trying to balance the barrel of grog under Turwhitt's watchful eye. When all of a sudden he lost balance and began to duck and weave atempting the get his balance thankfully he got his grip and carried on while turwhitt gave him a slighty worring look. "Its ok man Turwhitt I got it" He place the barrel down and walked away while doing a little dance to prove his steadyness. "See, sturdy as a rock and as quick as a french retreat" He carried on walking but less than a step later his foot managed to find a fish lieing on the deck. He skimmed across the deck and hit straight into the main mast. "Err opps?" The fish meanwhile still traveling flew across dead on target with steevo. In the nick of time he managed to duck and it flew over his head only to land in the path of the aproaching blackhead.
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Post by canokickass on Feb 28, 2006 22:56:28 GMT
Back at the Parrot... Horatio wakes from a grog induced coma to find everyone has left. Shifting his britches and stretching his legs and arms, still half asleep, he wanders out to find Altredis. Remembering, that he owes another round.
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