Welcome aboard you scurvy landlubbers!
This here be where ye can all come together and do some Pirate wheeling and dealing...
*fires a cannon*
Yaaar! there be a wee dolphin in the water! get the nasty fish beasty!
*throws self on cannon*
Are ye mad?!! Them dolphins be good luck! *grumbles about naivity of new pirates* Look at 'em, all graceful and fun-lovin'. Mayhaps I'm wishin' i was a dolphin, sometimes.
*Squints at the flag on the main mast* Wat's our flag of? 'Scusin' me bad eyes n' all.
Aharharhar! It be of me frypan! Me mam always said there ain't be no better mascot than the weapon that give ye foodstuffs!
*eyes dolphin hungrily* Say Matey's ye think this 'ere beasty an' me frypan should make friends? *toothless grin*
I'm up for that! *eyes frying pan - well hungrily*
Arrrr ye old loonies preside on thou pirate ship. [act]Growls at frying pan[/act] When do we eat matey's?
How be it i got these scars it i be a new pirate?
I'll have ye know i was keel hauling land lubber like ye afore ye were born!
Right, where be our cook?
I'm thinkin' that maybe you keelhauled him. We'll need to find us another un.
Maybee ye should have tht duty!
how 'bout Lopey Lorey do thy cooking. i mean shes the un with the frypan. *sniffs air* smells like she's got some bacon on. *wanders off to find lopey lorey*
Arr Ship's Cook duties for me ey? *eyes frypan* Well my pet, wat do ye think? *listens to frypan intently* Yes, me pet, but we ain't got none to whack at this very time. *listens again* Well me hearties, if ye be wanting food, she be 'appy ta 'elp. But she wants ta be cleaned wi' th' best washing powder ye 'ave! *strokes fry pan*
Hmmm, tis safe enough here. Not a peg leg ta be seen.
Ye be talking food maties. I got me some lemons if ye want some.....finest thar be!
Not tha' they be made for frying.
Arr, what port we be sailin for?
Actually, who be steering this 'ere ship?
Ah, no matter, th' sea be takin' us where she will.
[act]Pulls out compass[/act]
Just as i were thinking..we be heading fer open sea! [act]eye twitch[/act]
Liva: *Walks out of her crew area* I believe that I shall steer the boat for the time being as I don't want to get my Nails dirty, and that would happen if I did anything else, and I am a hopeless cook.
*Walks up to the steering wheel*
Now how here wants to go attack some other ship? ahy?
Attackin' some other ship sounds fine t' me. My babies're hungry. [act]strokes knives lovingly[/act]
Aye matey, i don' mind ye attacking some ship, what the boss doesn know won't hurt 'im! More loot for us! Aye! As long as we make it to our destination by Friday, this be fine with me... The sooner we have a capn' the better... Shouldn't someone be swabbin' this here deck?
Liva: Well as I am Steering I can't be swabbin now can I? so we need to get there by friday, done... now we just need to find a ship to Attack.
I wont be swabbin no decks!
If yer need me I be up in tha' there crows nest navigatin' and looking out fer...stuff.
[act]MCR takes to the rigging and climbs to the crows nest. After making the seagulls vacate the premisis, she sets herself up as lookout and begins to sing a rolliking pirate shanty[/act]
"He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man!...."
[act]...Or not o_O [/act]
Ahar i say ye be th' best sort for cleaning... th' cleaner ye swab th' deck th' less chances o' getting yer hands dirty ;)
Eaugh Whatever, I am not under going to swab the decks, I might leave finger prints, and I'm already wanted by the FBI, CIA, The French federal police, The Canadian Mounties, UK police forces, the Russian Secret service, the Miss USA pageant, the Miss Universe Pageant, the NZ police, and the Mafia... ok so please I am not cleaning anything apart from that with I touch with my hand ok? ok.
*rolls eyes* Spoiled brat.. *walks off mumbling*
BLL: I heard that Rai... *in a fake hurt voice*
Rai: yeah yeah whatever........
MCR: "...He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm..."
Seagulls: [act]Attack Mad Charity[/act]
Vixen: [act]lies back on deck chair and hugs her teddy bear.[/act] I seem to be havin flash backs to some island somewhere where all the ladies wanted to do was sunbath. think I'll give it a go. [act]sunbaths, waving cutlass at anyone who come near[/act]
Atackin’ a ppppp-pirate v-vessel yer s-say? As long as it’s not ows! Har-har!
Yer, k-need som’tin ter wash ‘er down f-first.
[act]Pats a large barrel o' grog[/act] D-Drink up me harties!
MCR, *tosses a botte of grog her way* ‘ow’s about another o' yer f-fine s-sea sh-shanties?
EDIT: Sezza, thar be a nice pic yer got there. But ain't it a bit big?