Yer conduct be impressin' me, young Edward. There be a berth on me ship if'n ye want it.
The Danse Macabre CodexAye, that ye be.
-grabs Joe by the scruff of his neck and pulls him until we are face-to-face, with a flintlock tucked under his jaw-
An' if'n ye so much as think o' crossin me like ye did to that thar poor wench, keelhaulin'll be the least of yer worries. Savvy?
edited 1st Jun '10 7:52:11 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexGorgon: I make a great marksman, I do!
(Pretends his hand is a gun, the monkey does the same.)
Gorgon: In fact, behind this jacket, there's my guns an' bullets!
Usually here.A fine observation ye've made, Master Swampbeard! Come, we'll raid that thar sorry excuse for a market right now!
The Danse Macabre Codex I have no idea. Just wait and see.
edited 2nd Jun '10 3:20:01 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexNow yer talkin'!
-draws his flintlock and begins waving it in the air-
Larder ho, lads!
edited 2nd Jun '10 3:26:23 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexNay, lad; there be naught but fish an' more fish in our larders, so Mister Swampbeard and I be goin' to raid the markets for some conserves an' sundries. ...How good be yer eyes?
The Danse Macabre CodexSplendid! -unravels parchment- Leave yer mark here.
So, includin' the four o' ye, that gives us... four.
The Danse Macabre Codex-Spits on own hand and shakes firmly-
Glad to have ye, sonny-Jim! What be yer name?
The Danse Macabre CodexQuite an apellation ye've landed yerself with, Master Gloom. And I...I be Sullen the Frog, late of His Majesty's marines, Blight of the British Isles, and soon-to-be Lord-Sovereign of the Oceans.
edited 2nd Jun '10 3:55:13 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex

Yar! I give up!
-falls to his knees begging-
Please! I'll I be needin is one wench to tide me over!