Originally Posted By Great Stone Dragon And how. He does a pirate's heart good, he does. Or at least he would if we had hearts.
Originally Posted By threeundertwo <a href="http://www.laughingplace.com/default.asp?WCI=MsgBoard&WCE=T-31470-P-4&Refresh=0215082222" target="_blank">http://www.laughingplace.com/d efault.asp?WCI=MsgBoard&WCE=T-31470-P-4&Refresh=0215082222</a> But apparently he's on life support in the LP hospital.
Originally Posted By EdisYoda <---brings back a back full of eights, draws his lightsabre and cuts the eights into pieces of eights
Originally Posted By iluvdisneyland Just because the Pirate is alive does not mean he'll be comandering this herebox anytime soon. He still has to go through physical therapy and such (he has to learn to write with a spoon for a hand!)
Originally Posted By Blacksheep Uncle arr...capt'n got no needa writtin'...all he's gotz to do is make 'iz make to the articals...
Originally Posted By iluvdisneyland uh... did I accidentally implant the spoon into your hand or did you write like that on purpose?!
Originally Posted By Inspector 57 <---- stops walking just before rounding the final corner on his path to the Doobekah. Sets down his luggage. [Okay. Think. Last chance. Think clearly. Are you *sure* you want to do this? You don't like getting dirty. You like more structure than this might offer. You're phobic of knives. You don't care for rum. Bu-u-u-u-ut... You like adventure and doing physical things. This will help stretch your comfort level about routine. Many of your friends are on board. And if you find you don't like it, you can always, well... jump overboard.] *Picks up luggage. Takes a big breath of salt air. Rounds the corner and heads in the direction of the pirate ship.* *Slows pace as he approaches the boarding ramp. Makes sure his "white hankerchief tied into a pouch on the end of a stick" is propped high enough on his shoulder to be immediately visible from the ship. Stops at the end of the gangplank.* [Please don't let them misunderstand and shoot me before I speak!] MeanOldPirate? MeanOldPirate! Permission to board? I'd like to join the crew.
Originally Posted By MeanOldPirate Arrrr! Come aboard matey, but before ye can join me crew yer gonna hafta pass yer pirates test! Be ye ready?
Originally Posted By Inspector 57 Yes, sir. Well, off the top of my head, sir, I'd say: Black Red Dead Caspian Bering Sargasso Baltic But I don't want to take any chances on getting this wrong. Be right back, sir! *Dashes like a shot to the Library*
Originally Posted By Blacksheep Uncle I thought they were: oil and vinegar thousand island ranch blue cheese Italian French Russian
Originally Posted By Inspector 57 <----rounds corner running, continues up to the bottom of the gangplank. MeanOldPirate! Hello, sir! I got it! There *are* no literal "seven seas"! It's just an expression that means "all the oceans and seas of the world". It probably comes from the ancient Meditteranean fascination for the number 7. Thank you for teaching me this lesson, sir! If you let me join the crew, I promise I'll learn the lingo! By the way, sir, I was thirsty on my way back from the Library. I stopped in at Rusty's Bucket for a quick tonic. I like the atmosphere in there. I don't appreciate the way he cheats his own patrons in the backroom. I figured he could do without this. *Tosses a pretty thick banded stack of bills up the gangplank. They land at MeanOldPirate's feet.*
Originally Posted By MeanOldPirate Har Har Har! Ye've proved yer worthiness, if not yer knowledge of geography. I'll take ye on as me navigator, an yer new pirate name be Scooter, cuz ya been scootin aroun here so fast like. Stow yer gear, an click on me name ta learn yer mates names on ship here.
Originally Posted By Inspector 57 YAY! Er... I mean... AAAARRRR! Thank'ee, Cap'n! You won't regret this! I'll do my best for the crew and you! ["Scooter"! I like it!] *picks up luggage and walks up the plank to the deck. Looks for the entrance to the "below". Finds it and heads down the stairs.* [Okay, Ma--, Scooter, brace yourself. This ain't going to be like something on a Carnival Fun Ship. But you'll be fine. You'll be fine. It's OKAY if the bedspreads don't match.]
Originally Posted By friendofdd >>>picks up luggage and walks up the plank to the deck.<<< Arr Arr Arr! 'ats some crew o' sissy pirates yer putin' together 'ere MOP. Lessen ye shapes 'em up. Oi'll 'have to take me badger back acause 'he's used to bein' roun' lean, mean fightin' pirates. Heh! Heh! Be sure and wrap yer looee vuton luggage in bubble wrap afore ye stow it..... "Scooter".
Originally Posted By Inspector 57 *THWAK!* *A freshly shelled horse chestnut bounces off friendofdd's right temple, leaving a trail of greenish black slime on his forehead. friendofdd is puzzled and still for a second, recovers, and quickly scans the deck in front of him for some evidence of where the projectile came from. Nobody's there. Nobody's on the gangplank or pier. He sheepishly looks around to see if anyone saw the incident.* *THWACK!* *Another buckeye zings across the deck and catches him in precisely the same spot on his other temple. He wheels to the side to catch sight of the perpetrator. Noone is there. He begins running about the deck, yelling up a storm, knocking down stacks of provisions, checking behind every post.* *From behind, Scooter grabs friendofdd's right arm and wrenches it behind his back.* Lissen up, "friend"! One. Havin' some taste and mebbe even watchin' a little Martha Stewart now and again don't make nobody a sissy. Two, I might be the ship's navigator, but I got other talents, too. I wasn't the all-city softball pitchin' champeen because of my good looks, if ya git my drift. Three, I ain't no wuss. There's some giant man in some port in Ohio what's prob'ly still gittin' grief from his friends for backin' down from a saloon brawl with me. But better for him that he did. If I couldn't take you AND your weasel by meself, I got the rest of the crew here. Don't sell us short. Four, I brought them buckeyes with me because they make truly delightful pops and crackles when thrown into a blaze. A perfect touch when the gang is reminiscing around a gentle bonfire with a nice tawny port and perhaps some brie on hardbiscuits. Problem is, that stuff stains like the dickins. Looks like you got yerself a couple new beauty marks, "friend"! Now git your pretty face off this deck! *Scooter releases friendofdd. Then with exaggerated movement, he smacks his hands together in front of himself a few times, just because it seems like the thing to do.*
