Ghost Thread - Davey Jones Locker

nnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooo!!!!!! not my Aurora!!!!

HA.... all i gotta say

99 bottles of rum on the wall 99 bottles of rum.... you take one down pass it around 98 bottles of rum on the wall

i quote my friend jack sparrow, "But why is the rum gone?"

Because I drank it all *cosies herself in*

hey! gots to be sharing the rum, ya'll!!!!

*digs arund the locker and comes up with 1 sock, 3 marbles (anyone lose these) and half a bottle of gin*

oh well - any port in a storm!!

98 bottles of rum on the wall 98 bottles of rum... you take one down pass it around 97 bottles of rum on the wall...
If you could be any fish in the world what kind of fish would you be???

I died...??? Damnit!

I didn't even get to read my death. Where was the SK hit?

SIGH...

Okay, I read it.

Well, poot. I wanted to role play Mon Claire some before I got the axe. (Or sword, or poison, or whatever... At least he died like a man... There's some irony there, I'm sure.)

Here's your rum:



And a joke while we wait:

PHONE REPAIR

A Kansas farm wife called the local phone company to report her telephone failed to ring when her friends called - and that on the few occasions, when it did ring, her dog always moaned right before the phone rang.

The telephone repairman proceeded to the scene, curious to see this psychic dog or senile lady. He climbed a telephone pole, hooked in his test set, and dialed the subscriber's house.

The phone didn't ring right away, but then the dog moaned and the telephone began to ring.

Climbing down from the pole, the telephone repairman found:

1. The dog was tied to the telephone system's ground wire with a steel chain and collar.

2. The wire connection to the ground rod was loose.

3. The dog was receiving 90 volts of signaling current when the number was called.

4. After a couple of jolts, the dog would start moaning and then urinate.

5. The wet ground would complete the circuit, thus causing the phone to ring. Which demonstrates that some problems CAN be fixed by pissing and moaning.

Thought you'd like to know.

http://www.theangrycrayon.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10725

Awww. Thanks, Den. My settings got turned topsy turvy and it took me a while to figure how to reset them so I could trail the thread from beginning to end, but I found it...

Thanks for the assist though. I really do appreciate it. (it's things like that that make boards like this a nice place to hang out. Well, that and kick ass Mafia games!)

Jeez, I'm so pissed I'm dead. I only wish I hadn't been feeling so poopy last night and had so much stuff to do... AARRRRRGGGHHH!

Oh well...

WWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Look for me on an upcoming episode of Ghosthunters!!! Ya scurvy knaves!

EDIT:

OMFG, I just realized. My Captain was an ex-baker. His name should have been....wait for it...

CAPTAIN E. CLAIRE

SOB! I MAY NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF...

Slipnish, the previous post about your captain -- I am still laughing!!

I can't talk right now. I'm too emotionally exhausted. *clubs self on head with laptop* I can't BELIEVE I missed that one. It seems so obvious now...

Shove over ya wretches! Looks like we be having company soon. Someone set out an extra cup, and don't ye dare spit in it...

Welcome Spirit. Have a wee dram of somethin' to warm the spots where ye bones used to rest...

lol this thread just got interesting

this is the first time i really got to play in this thread...l almost worth getting offed by the mafia!!!

'Nother round of that Rum, please!!!

Captain Caine was surprised. The coppery taste of blood burned his throat even as the rigging had stretched tight across his chest, tearing flesh and crushing bone as he was pressed against the mast.

The Forlorn Hope had carried him past the treacherous daggers, true to her Captain, to the end. Torn apart and born aloft, the Captain could almost taste the irony of the situation he had fallen prey to.

Yet he had been granted one last mercy. Not death by starvation, scorching heat, or maddening thirst, but the embrace of the ocean as he slowly descended into the depths. For the first time in many years, the Captain felt like laughing.

He awoke to the sound of music and laughter. Bright light flickered and cast long shadows around walls lined with flags, banners and the pendants of over a dozen different nations. His lip trembled slightly as he caught sight of the flag of the Forlorn Hope on one of the walls. "Fractus Pugnato" - broken with fighting.

Captain Caine tipped the edge of his hat at the Flag and solemnly said a quick prayer of thanks. A blazing hearth fire greeted the Captain as he removed his long rimmed hat and slipped the cloak from his shoulders.

A pretty young serving girl with golden tresses smiled shyly at the steel-eyed Captain as he handed her his hat and cloak.

"Nice to see you again, Mister Caine."

She curtsied and twirled way, winking at him before she did so.

"Nice to be here?" Solomon Caine responded.

He had expected fire and brimstone, or at least a greeting less than friendly.

The Captain shrugged. Perhaps this was purgatory? Hell certainly expect to be greeted by serving girls who looked that good, nor a bar with smiling patrons and tables with singing pirates and other sailors.

Some of the the men and women nodded as Solomon Caine passed by, a few even raised their wooden mugs. Caine recognized some of the faces, some he had personally sent to the gallows years before, others he had shot or cut down in more recent times. None seemed to bear him a grudge.

Captain Caine put his hands upon the counter and rapped his fingers. The Bartender seemed almost familiar, the round face that grinned at him was lined with age, yet the eyes shined like those of a young man.

"Your poison, Captain Caine?"

"Rum and Gunpowder. Although I seem to short of coins at this time."

The Bartender laughed, gruff and deep as he brushed the dust off a bottle and pulled out the cork with his teeth.

"Been saving this one for a while Mister Caine." The old Bartender mused softly, caressing the green glass bottle.

He poured the rum into a crude wooden mug, took a powder horn from up under the counter and carefully laced the beverage with the thick, dark powder.

"Your coins no good here, Captain. Drinks are always on the house."

Solomon Caine's cheek burned as he felt a warm hand gently touch his cheek and the serving girl with golden tresses passed by.

The old Bartender placed the wooden mug in the Captain's hands.

"Some things aren't on the house. But I don't think you'll have to try too hard, Mister Caine."

Solomon Caine picked up the Wooden Mug and turned around, looking for a place to sit down.

The sight of a silk handkerchief waving in the air caught his attention as did the garish dress of the one who smiled widely at him. He recognized the coiffed blonde hair, broad rouge lips, and white powdered face anywhere.

"Yoo hoo! Mon Capitan! Over here, my precious Captain Caine. Come and join our merry band of revelers, no?"

Sitting at a table was the flamboyant and extravagantly overdressed Captain Mon Claire, the Rueful Pirate, a bottle of brandy in one hand and the raised silk handkerchief in the other.

Captain Caine's smile was almost a grimace. Maybe he was in hell after all. Eternity at a bar table with a Frenchman? But the Frenchman was not alone. Captain Caine recognized some of the other faces, and some he did not. But there were certainly some attractive ladies sitting with Mon Claire.

Captain Caine sighed and strode over towards the company of fallen Captains and sailors.

When in Rome...

The fire burned brightly long into the nigh, the band struck up a new tune as the patrons drank together, laughed, and groaned and spoke of battles fought and fled, and maidens loved and lost.

"In the village of Kilgory lived a maiden young and fair,
She had eyes as bright as diamonds, she had long and golden hair.
A country man came riding to her father's cottage gate,
He came on a milk white stallion, he came at the stroke of eight.

"Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
Show your legs to the countryman

"Sir I come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair,
I have gold and I have silver, I have wealth beyond compare.
I will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her hand,
I will build for her a mansion, she'll have servants to command.

"Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
Show your legs to the countryman

"But kind sir I love a soldier, I have promised him my hand,
I don't want your gold and silver I don't want your house and land.
Then up spoke her father sharply, you will do as you are told,
You will take the rich man's offer, you will wear the ring of gold.

"Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
Show your legs to the countryman

"In the village of Kilgory there's a deep stream running by,
They found Mary there at midnight, she was drowned with her soldier boy.
From the curragh there came laughter, you could hear her father say,
Step it out Mary my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day.

"Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
Show your legs to the countryman ..."

(ooc - thanks all for the great game! The Luck of Three Days continues for me.)

It would appear that I be making my home here. Pass me some o' that rum, will ya.

Leigh just shook her head over the Frenchman's boisterous demeanor as he hailed the newest addition to the mix. At this rate, it wa looking to be a rather large party. She was still a bit miffed about having lost the Aurora - though not quite so miffed about losing her life in the bargain. She had worked hard for that ship and it's crew had been her family... thank goodness none of them had come here to haunt her.

Shrugging, she pushed one of the half full bottles of rum toward the Captain... Caine if she remembered correctly. Imposing looking genleman and not one she'd want to tangle with on the seas. Something told her he'd be more than a bit ruthless in getting whatever he wanted.

Opening her mouth to ask what had happened to drag him to these dark depths, she noticed another Pirate Captain entering the Locker. Glory! What in the name of all that was Holy was going on that this many Pirates were being taken out at once?

*Looks around blearily
*Takes a few healthy swallows from a dark glassed bottle, and passes it to an anonymous hand to his left...

"Mon Dieu' ! Soon thar will no' be enough room for all to see my true treasure!"

Mon Claire rolled off the table where he'd been, well not sleeping. It seemed he needed no sleep these days. Apparently, there really was no rest for the wicked... He sighed heavily and creaked to his feet in his soft leather breeks.

"Ah, another British wag, and beeg one at that! Queek! Hide brandy or there will not be enough for moi!" Rolling unsteadly to the bar for another bottle, he broke out in song:

"At the end of the day I like a leetle drink, to wake up my voice and sing.
In an hour or two with a fine brown brew, and I'm ready for anything!
At the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four, the landlord daughter's fair,
And everynight as he'd put out the light, I'd tiptoe up the stair, singing:

ONE FOR THE MORNING GLORY
TWO FOR THE EARLY DEW
THREE FOR THE MAN WHO CAN STAND HIS ROUND
AND FOUR FOR THE LOVE OF YOU ME GAL, FOUR FOR THE LOVE OF YYYOUUU!

Well I got the call to a foreign shore, to go and fight the foe,
I thought no more of the sisters-four, but still I was sad to go.
So I sailed away on a ship the Morning Glory was her name,
And we'd all fall down as the rum went round, then get up and start again, singing

ONE FOR THE MORNING GLORY
TWO FOR THE EARLY DEW
THREE FOR THE MAN WHO CAN STAND HIS ROUND
AND FOUR FOR THE LOVE OF YOU ME GAL, FOUR FOR THE LOVE OF YYYOUUU!

Well I bore once more for my native shore, farewell to the raging seas,
The Cross Keys Inn she was beck-o-ning, and my heart was filled with glee...
But there on the shore were the sisters-four, with a bundle upon each knee...
There were three little girls and bouncing boy and they all looked just like...

HIM!!!---------------->

Mon Claire thrust a drunken finger towards the new arrival before convulsive laughter forced him under the bar....

(I don't know who to credit for the song. It's an oldie that we used to do...)

Crawling out from under the bar, Mon Claire wiped tears of laughter from his shiny cheeks with the back of his effete right hand...

Slowly horror collected on his face as he scanned the crowd to the left and then to the right...

"Oh! I see...DEAD PEOPLE!!!" He screeched before collapsing in another fit of giggles.

Oh dear me.. I leave you ghosts to sit for a couple days and you create a party!

Man work has me so eaten up right now.. I missed all the rum didn't I.