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September 19, 2005

D: Yarr!

Dirk Bluethorn swung from the mast sail down onto the fo'c'scle, landing sprightly with the steady-legs of an able-bodied mariner. Taking a tot of brandy from the captain's barrel he gagged and spit onto the decks where it steamed briefly and burnt the wood.

"Oi!" barked Captain Redbeard, drawing his cutlass from his belt "Ye be cleaning that mess up right smartly or I'll string you up by your cannonballs! That were my own special brew!"

"That brandy was foul!" protested Dirk, "You didn't expect me to swallow that did you?"

"Eh?" asked Seaman Swallows as he swabbed the decks.

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