*Loopey bustles about in the ships kitchen making Liva's shark fin soup. She drops the fins into a pot, stirs it with her sword, then throws in some other ingredients so quickly its suspicious*
Liva: Err what did you just put in? o_O
Lilliana: *calls out from her hiding spot* Don't distract 'er or she'll remember she was chasin' me!
Loopey: *doesn't hear* Arr be nawt but some spices an' tibbits of flavour from th' BBQ *mutters* tha' i found on th' floor ... |:|
Meanwhile at the BBQ..
DD: Arrr not much longer now... *turns the shark over*
Haley: Until ye be finished or til th' shark be charcolled? *tummy grumbles*
Good luck to you too Rai! :)
DD: *glares at Haley* I'll be havin' none o' that! *fiddles with Turn The Shark Over device menacingly*
Haley: *eyeing Turn The Shark Over device warily* Yes'm! *backs away to join Lilliana in hiding*
Lilliana: *whispers* I truly meant no O-fence 'bout the shark. I just wanted to be turnin' it over.. Mumma always said I shoulda been a cookie..
Vixen: Arr bein' a cookie is nuddin' but trouble me Dadda says. Me ol' Gran was a cookie, dare devil she was, but she was wantin' me to have the safe life.. the risk free life.. the pirate life.. *turns head away to hide glistening tears*
Shelly: It's all right, Vixen, it's all right.. *leads away to quiet room with a cuppa tea*
Minnie: Ye need a good shotta rum you do!
*Shelly & Vixen already gone*
Lilliana: *whipsering* Cap'n, I could 'ave the rum instead..?
Dawkins: Heres some Rum Lilliana * hands over a grubby bottle with a cork in it* It be my lucky rum!!! :D
Sue: [act]sulking a corner since the shark-chopping duties were taken away from her, perks up immediately[/act] Rum, ye say? [act]sidles over and takes a swig from some more of Dawkins' private stash[/act] Ye know, I always thought rum'd make a great sauce.
Lilliana: [act]blinks at her over bottle[/act] Eh?
Sue: Aye, on food. [act]jerks head at shark[/act] Just dash some rum on it an'...[act]rubs hands together[/act]
DD: [act]stands in front of roasting shark protectively[/act] Ye can't just splash rum on my shark! This here's a delicacy in the makin', this is!
Sue: [act]disbelievingly[/act] Are ye honestly saying no t' some rum on a shark? You is a pirate, right?
DD: ...Oh. Right. Don't know what came over me. Dawkins, yeh go any more rum on ye?
Dawkins: [act]opens her coat. About fifty bottles clatter to the floor [/act]That be enough?
Liva: *Eyes Light up* Ooh Rum... horrid Stuff that good for making fires... *Grins at the thought of Fire* *Abscent mindedly* now where did I put the matches...
*Starts singing under her breath*
The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.*
*Lyrics are from Hoist the Colours PotC3
[act]The rum is liberally poured all over the poor shark[/act]
Lorey: [act]hits shark[/act] Quiet, ye drunken loon, ye're our dinner!
Shark: *hic*! [act]blinks[/act]...growwwll
Minnie: [act]blinks as well[/act] Riiiight. Who's for salad?
Teddy: Yes, I do believe that was the shark, on the BBQ, apologising to us for...er...hiccuping |:( Polite old chap, isn't he? Do we have to eat him?
Charity: [act]stares at grubby rum bottle[/act] Right, Dawkins, where did you get this rum from?!
Teddy: It does seem that we have had a slight hyatis (sp?) here for a week or two. I wonder if that has rendered the shark edible??
Teddy: I guess not.
Minnie: I think that salad is lookin' mighty good righ' now.
Charity: Perhaps th' rum be more potent than we realised....i could 'ave sworn we never left th' ship....'as it really been 2 weeks?
Lorey: One for you, one for me, one for you, two [act]swigs from rum bottle[/act] for me.
Minnie: Who took the lettuce?
Charity: Captin, we have a wide selection of potatoes, lemons, coconuts and potatoes!
Minnie: Ye said potatoes twice.
Charity: Thats because we 'ave twice th' amount of potatoes as anything else.
Minnie: Potato salad?
Teddy: With lemon its seems.
Sue: Dont forget th' shark!
[act]Vixen dives behind a barrel[/act]
Teddy: Please dont yell that out.
DD: *wakes up from where he has fallen asleep over the shark* Argh, this stinks!
*various pirates stumble around and sniff themselves* who, me?
DD: *points at the shark* I think we left this one too long, mateys.
Minnie: *holds nose* well we could use it as bait t' catch more sharkies.
Sue: good idea!
DD: *grumbles* And all me good work in th' cookin' of th' shark and we aint even th' ones gonna eat it!
Dan: [act]picks up fishing rod[/act] Righ' then, who's with me?
Charity: [act]peeling potatoes[/act] Sorry, potatos to slice.
Sue: [act]brandishing knife with almost a little too much glee[/act] That thar looks like fun, can I join in?
Lorey: [act]throwing more ingredients into Shark-fin soup[/act] Arr, throw a couple of them spuds this way, lassies!
Vixen: [act]holds up lemon[/act] ARR!
Teddy: [act]holds out paws[/act] I have no opposable thumbs. My apologies, Dan.
Minnie: I'll help ye, Dan - I can practise me choreography while we wait--
Dan: [act]loudly[/act] So, er, righ', I'm on me own then?
Charity: What do ya do with a bunch of taters, what do ya do with a bunch of taters, what do ya do with a bunch of taters early in the mornin!
Gollum: Taters precious?
Sue: Who let him on board!?
Minnie: Keep singing! I almost have a dance going!!
DD: Let who on board?
Sue: Him [act]points to where Gollum was, only to relise he has gone[/act] ..ah, no, never mind.
Charity: [act]Oblivious[/act] Boil em in a pot till their nice and tender, Boil em in a pot till their nice and tender, Boil em in a pot till their nice and tender early in the mornin!
Teddy: I believe that the potaoes need to be just a little on the undercooked side to make potato salad Miss Charity.
Charity: Oy! who asked you anyway. [act]continues singing[/act]
Teddy: well everyone aught to know that.
Minnie: [act]mumbling and fumbling around the deck[/act] Almost got it.......
DD: I see one, mates! *lines up harpoon with Minnie* Wait for it... wait for it... Shoot!
*harpoon whistles through the air and hits the shark in the side*
Minnie: *dancing* A hit, we have a hit!
Sue: *rushes over* Can I start cutting? *licks knives, eyes glowing*
DD: Arr.. In a moment, gott' put that there shark on th' cuttin' table.
Sue: Righto! *drags shark on deck then sets to it*
Minnie: Get the pot ready! Charity, those taters nearly done, we'll need em in the stew soon enough.
Sue: [act]sets about with knives in rather disturbing state of glee[/act]
DD: [act]quickly moves out of range. Watching Sue with some concern, mutters in an aside to Minnie and Charity[/act] I'm starting to worry Sue will murder us all in our sleep once we get close enough to the treasure.
Minnie: Not if we murder her first! [act]hums[/act]
Charity: [act]wisely[/act] It's the pirate way.
DD: [act]notices that they're chopping the potatoes with as much fervour as Sue is dicing the shark, and decides to go off and spend some time with Dawkins' rum[/act]
Teddy: Logically, Miss Sue would not slaughter anyone, unconscious or otherwise, before the treasure was aboard. After all, who would aid her in carrying the load?
Sue: [act]looks up at sound of name, dripping shark guts[/act] Whazza?
DD: Yes, because Miss Sue looks very logical right now.
Sue: Down! Anymore t' do?
DD: *slighlty uneasily* ahh no. ye can put them knives away now, thou.
Sue: *looks disheartened* oh all right *grumbles to self*
Minnie: Start cookin', ye murderous swabs *is dancing gleefully*
Charity: Taters are ready!
DD: Good. Now to put em' in with the shark bits! *stirs pot with end of random cutlass as Charity throws in the taters.*
Lorey: *dips finger in* Ow, that's mighty hot! *all roll eyes - Lorey tastes finger* Needs salt!
DD: where we gonna get salt?
Bill: We could evaporate salt from the ocean... anyeone here done chemistry or anything???
Teddy: Yeh... the pirates are all actually chemists...
Charity: Why not just dip it in the water if ya want salt?
Teddy: Well... weren't the potatoes cooked with salt water...
DD: So you're saying that there is already salt in there... woah.
Bill: Problem solved.
Lorey: No it doesn't.. it needs more salt...
DD: *gets spoon and also tastes stew* Taste fine to me. don't need more salt!
Minnie: *also tastes* I agree - no more salt.
Lorey: *mutters* Well I think it does.. *walks off*
Sue: *sidles over* Need anything cut?
Bill: No, mate, sorry. Why dont ye go n keep a look out for.. somethin'?
Sue: *salutes with knife, everyone ducking* Righto! *marches off*
Charity: How me taters lookin'?
Hayley: That food there ready yet?! I'm gettin' mighty hungry here!
DD: *distractedly* Yeah, almost done...
Minnie: [act]peering into vat of potato salad[/act] Ye know what this needs?
Minnie: Nope! Pineapples! [act]whips out a bowl of chopped pineapple and goes to tip it into the potato salad[/act]
Dan: Where have you been hiding that? :-/
Charity: Ye jus' TRY puttin' rotten pineapple in my potato salad!
Minnie: [act]sniffs pineapple[/act] Ah, good call, Officer, it is rotten. Phew!
Vixen: [act]takes away bowl from Minnie[/act]...Arrr...
Charity: [act]whispering[/act] Someone get th' Cap'n away from the bleedin' cookin'!
Teddy: [act]winks[/act] On it. [act]loudly[/act] You know, Minnie, I once aided a couple of jolly fellows named Gilbert & Sullivan with a research assignment they were doing...
[act]Minnie and Teddy head away from the food to talk about musicals...[/act]
~Some time later~
Charity: I aint got room ta be fittin one more morsel in me tum.
Minnie: [act]Coming back to the group[/act] Who ate all th' salad!?
Charity: Um....errr [act]eye twitch[/act] it...it went overboard....yes, that’s it....seagulls, manic seagulls swooped and knocked it over board. *Hic* ~:|
Minnie: Ye be drinkin rum again?
Charity: N...umm why?
Minnie: Ye 'ave the hiccups.
Charity: Ah, yes...I had some of.... Dan's rum. |:|
DD: I dont 'ave any rum!
Charity: Yes...thats becasue I...stole it. |:|
Sue: She be a true pirate...stealin rum...
Teddy: So what do we eat now?
Charity: [act]Perking up[/act] I 'ave lemons leftover from the sala...i mean, seagull attack.
Charity: ....maybe i just be boilin more taters....
DD: *groans* No, no more taters! Me's be feelin' a wee bit ill.
Minnie: Well what's up wif ye lot? can't be food poisonin' seing as yeh didn't eat it.
DD: Ahh... *looks at charity*
Charity: twas them seagulls - nasty birds them was. they flew into our tummies and made us all sick.
Minnie: Of course *nodds agreeably* So how bout some more shark?
*groans all round*
Minnie: Righ' so. No more sharks then.
Shark-hanging-over-railing: [act]whines hopefully[/act]
Vixen: ARRR! [act]dives behind crates of rum[/act]
Teddy: [act]sigh[/act] C'mon. Off, shoo. [act]waves paws cutely at shark[/act]
Shark-hanging-over-railing: [act]cocks head wonderingly[/act] Gwafffp?
Charity: For Lud's sake, ye want us to et ye?
Teddy: [act]throws a stick into the ocean[/act] Of course he doesn't.
[act]the Shark watches the stick, then dives away merrily[/act]
Dan: [act]blankly[/act] It...wants t' play fetch?
Peggy: [act]suddenly leaps toward the side of the ship[/act] WHAT THE!?
Sue: [act]catching her[/act] Whoa, Peg-leg, what ye be doin'?
Peggy: [act]furious[/act] That, that - [act]pointing to Teddy[/act] THING - just threw my leg to th' shark!
Teddy: [act]nonchalant[/act] I don't see what the fuss is about. He'll bring it back.
[act]a peg-leg drops onto the deck and skids over in front of Peggy and Sue. Everyone stares at it[/act]
Shark-hanging-over-railing: [act]whine[/act] Gpawff?
Minnie: [act]head in hands[/act] Congrats, sailors. We got ourselves a dog.
Vixen: [act]does warding off sign, protesting[/act] ARRRR!!!
Charity: :D So we can keep him?
Minnie: [act]indicates Shark-with-vacant-hopeful-expression[/act] I don' think there's any gettin' rid o'him to be honest.
Hayley: So we can't et him? :(
Teddy: [act]jumps in front of shark defensively[/act] Certainly not!
Bill: What'll we call 'im?
Minnie: [act]getting out her script, bored[/act] Wha'ever ye want, jus' keep him out of th' rum.
[act]the crew start pondering over what to name the Shark-that-thinks-its-a-dog[/act]
Teddy: [act]piping up[/act] I say, that's not very fair, as an equal member of the crew the shark should be entitled to a percentage of rum just as any other shipmate--...[act]Teddy is drowned out by the other voices[/act]
PML!!!! Sorry I am laughing too much to add to this so someone can delete this later.
Sue: What about Fluffy?
DD: Naw, had me a cat called that once. Wouldn't do t' asso-shee-ate the two in me mind, yeh know? [act]hics[/act]
Bill: Rum. Somethin' to do with rum. [act]swigs from suspicious-looking bottle[/act]
Minnie: [act]glances up from script for a moment[/act] How about Monsieur Butterfly? Or Phantom, or Raoul? Or...Toto!
Teddy: Why not name him after one of the great Classical writers, such as Herodotus, Thucydides or Plutarch?
[act]All look over at shark. It cocks its head in a very un-Herodotus-like way[/act]
Charity: [act]squints at shark as if only just noticing it[/act] Hell, that's one big seagull.
Peggy: How 'bout Delilah?
Hayley: How 'bout Delicious? [act]fingers knife and fork longingly[/act]
Vixen: Ain't it a boy?
Teddy: Actually, the gender of the specimen was never established concretely.
Sue: Well you can be the one t' check, cause I sure as heck ain't gonna look.
LOL once more!!!!!!
Vixen: Aaaaarrrrrrr [act]from behind a huge barrel[/act]
Teddy: Actually I do believe the Vixen would prefer that the shark not be named or be allowed to hang out with us at all. It is afterall her greatest fear. I do believe that fact was established back in challenge one. However we could name the friendly little critter flake.
Hayley: Flake??? Ain't that a food group like?
Sue: [act]Still caressing her knives[/act] I dunno about a group. [act]Thinks hard[/act] I think it has somethin' to do with chips?
Charity: Chips is made of taters! [act]Starts peeling more potoates while trying to hide the salad spilled down the front of her shirt[/act]
Minnie: [act]Is quietly singing at the rail[/act]
DD: [act]Swigs from bottle[/act] Hic [act]Also brushes at stray potato salad[/act]
Peggy: Jus' leave me leg alone will ya.
Bill: WE gotta name 'im somefin
Vixen: [act]Runs back down into the hold.[/act]
Hayley: Bruce. Let's call 'im Bruce an' be done with it. When's lunch?
Sue: I still want to call 'im Fluffy :(
Teddy: [act]peeks[/act]...you mean Brucina, or Flufferina.
Dan: [act]hic[/act] Eh?
Bill: Sharky-boy's a girl.
Peggy: [act]shaking peg-leg at the shark[/act] Right! Well, missy, let's ge' one thing straight--
[act]Shark-hanging-over-rail is watching the peg-leg moving back and forth with eager anticipation[/act]
Jacq: Oh come on, jus' throw it fer her.
Minnie: An' we've still not come up with a name...
Hayley: I've told ye, Bruce.
Charity: :-/ Bruce, the seagull?
Minnie: [act]moves over and looks at the bottle in Charity's hand[/act] Er, Officer Charity, this here be th' toilet duck...
Charity: [act]sigh[/act] No, not a duck. A seagull.
Vixen: [act]peeking head out of hold[/act] Arr?
Teddy: [act]throwing up paws[/act] Of course we haven't decided on anything.
Vixen: [act]notices shark and ducks down again[/act] Arr...