The Scurvy Dog - Yer first drink be on the house

[Detective TurtleHolmes]

Yargh, oi has full lee-gull roight ta be hear. Me sword, ye see, his name be Lee-Gull, andd oi've got hit, so this hestabbishmint hobeys me werd o lore.

Captain's Deloight, Gertie!

[pieces o'nine]

Ye daft git, DTH! Oi bin puttin me cone-yaks on yer tabbe ferevvir! Oi *nose* ye be legull an awl.

Oi wuz reeferin t'that wee blaggarrrghd NefYoo, wot were blitherin on about peenuts an hicecreame. Oi finks hit brings down thee am-bee-yents, loike, t'ave 'im wanderin' about thee plaice, still in dypurs an awl.

Wye don'ye order annuvvir Captain's Deloight an put hit on NefYoop's tabbe. Ye'll feel better, lad.

[black bart]

Arrrr I knew wot ye wuz goin on about...that blaggard Nef Yoo baint be fit ta work in thee Benbow's Kitchen an thee last person who went down in thee cellar to arsk why his sandwich kept runnin away from his plate, never returned!

Just don't let that Scottish bloke in again, says I, it took thee Benbow four months ta restock thee cellar arter his last visit!

[Calico Jack]

Jack want Parrot Bay rum!

Pieces pay for Jack?

[pieces o'nine]

Yarrrgh, wattle ye 'ave, Calico Jack? D'ye knead enny sunflour seedes oar peenuts oar enyfink?

Nayme yer poison an oi'll jest put hit on NefYoo's tabbe along wif annuvver cone-yak.

[black bart]

Arrr be this wot thee Benbow looks loik from thee outside mateys?

[pieces o'nine]

Yargggh -- that wun mustiv bin taken wif "GoogleEarth"!
Oi kin see thee Rev RA strydin forth t'preache t'thee lost soles ov Portsmuff arfter liftin a spirit oar too.






Oi also spies sum suspishus-lookin ginger blaggard tryin t'sneak away wifout payin 'is tabbe...

[Reverend RA]

That is indeed myself followed by young Master Nef Yoo (in his Sunday finery) pushing the collecting chest. I must say Master Nef Yoo has been a God send, he never fails to look after all of the collecting duties of the Parish, and if his devout work continues we are considering appointing him to official treasurer. Although it must be said the takings are very low at the moment, so much so I'm beginning to suspect there must be a hole in the bottom of the chest.

[black bart]

Arrrrrrrr....a hole in thee bottom of thee chest...I don't believe it...an me own shyppe's carpenter made that chest hespeshullee for ye.

[bacon]

bartie me lurve - be that thee same capuntargh that ye had build me privy? if it is, than oi do noit re-come-end him, he left a several holes in thee wall.

now that oi think oin it, reverand, donchya want yer chest ta be holey?

[Reverend RA]

Arrrrrrrr....a hole in thee bottom of thee chest...I don't believe it...an me own shyppe's carpenter made that chest hespeshullee for ye.

Indeed it was workmanship of the finest order. I can only imagine it must be the recession however if sales of lollipops are any indication there seems to be no shortage of money in our Parish.

[TwistedSister]

Glad to see Nef Yoo is working out so well for you Rev.
The forums are alot less sticky.

[Tigger_the_Wing]

Aaargh, this 'ere heet-wayve be parchin' thee throwt ov evaaarrrghy buddee, e'en meself, loike.

Me tung be feelin' loike wun ov Nef Yoo's mower fray-grent nappees wot 'as bin doin' dubble dyootee in that blaaarrrstid parrot's cage.

Mayhaps I shall 'ave a laaarrrge one…

[Rev. Rowan Redbeard]

Tea! Bring me a kettle of black tea! I require stimulants!

[black bart]

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!! I thought thee landlord had baninated tea drinkers!!!