Week 16

[scurveydog]

Yohoho and merry jingle balls, ye swabs. It’s Christmas. Or near enough as makes no difference. Now I hain’t gonna tell ye much in the way of anythin’ cuz this old sea dog is still on vacation from ye bastards and eggnog…just hits ye right there, ye know? Reminds me ‘o my younger days in the pantry on the Sea Queen— They don’t make times like they used ta.

So I’ll bet ye are wonderin’, if the Dog be tellin’ us nothin’, why are our journals gettin’ cluttered? And I’ll tell ye firstly because I wish to, secondly because the old Dog is more forgivin’ than any ‘o you’ll give me credit for.

Oh and to tell ‘ye ‘bout the Christmas Ship. No one knows much about it, a’fore ye waste yer breath. But from tomorrow to round about the first, the Christmas Ship be makin’ its rounds across the deep blue. No one knows who steers it, crews it or captains it, but if ye are lucky enough for a visit, on deck ye’ll find most o’ what yer lookin’ for and mayhap things ye didn’t even know ye wanted. Don’t get too greedy. The Christmas Ship don’t take kindly to grabby paws and might grab back in the permanent sense. Mark me now. More than one sailor has been cursed that way so keep your mitts to what be yours and take none other.

As fer me own Christmas Gift. I be answerin’ three questions. Yes, three. Two about wha’ever ye want first come, first answer. The third I pick what it is so ask anythin’~ Also, as a Christmas Gift to me, try not to be th’ rampant assholes ye lot usually are.

Comments

[voice]

[maskedtyrant]

Oh, you're back! I was starting to wonder if the Navy went after you once we drove them off Empieza, but it sounds like you're doing well enough.

I think I've had enough of this place's frilly magical business to ask about it, so instead I'd like to learn more about you! I'm guessing the Sea Queen was a ship you were on; what kind of stuff did you do?

[scurveydog]

Now why be ye askin' about the stuff that the Dog does in her own private time? You hain't gonna drag that pantry visit out 'o me not for all the questions in the sea.

But I'll tell ye about the ship herself. She was a grand old thing. Galleon she was and we tripped o'er the waves livin' as free as birds or pirates as the case was. Didn't do much in the pillagin' camp. Least not from townsfolk. Mostly we dogged the Navy, and, aye, tried to find the fabled gem our ownselves. It be a long tradition ye be part of. We actually found a shardlet 'o it once that I still keep about me neck and one day I imagine I'll give it to the most tolerable 'o ye lot, though I'd hate to see it go. They grow in you, they do, these shards. Ye start to feel a connection with them like.

And 'o course after we found the bloody thing, me poor Queen was burnt in the Battle of Crystal Bay. Went down wi' all hands save two. Me and --well-- never ye mind. But the days 'o sailin' her, aye, they were glorious and there'll ne'er be another time like it. Ne'er in my wild youth. So enjoy your wild youth while ye got it and run as free as ye can as wild as ye can and ne'er look back.

[maskedtyrant]

Only curious, of course! I figure all pirates have enough drunken sailing stories that it stops being an issue, but if it makes you feel better, I'd tell you mine if you told me yours.

...Sounds like a fun time, though. [...Does she sound...nostalgic?] I just wish I could spend it on my own world instead of being stuck here. No offense.

[Voice]

[breaks_pots]

[As usual, his tone was very soft and his voice quiet. But he was talking this time, which was something more than he'd done in the past.]

Hello Mister Scurvey. I'm glad you're back. I don't know any new songs to play for you. I'm sorry about that. May I know what Cha-rist-maz is? I don't know that word.

[And he's generally been avoiding the journals since the re-taking of I.E. The fight had shaken him and he'd only glanced through the entries to find ones by people he knew or recognized the writing of. He ignored the others.]

[scurveydog]

Hello there, laddie. Great to hear ye. I don't reckon I heard ye a'fore this.

As fer yer question...Christmas be a time 'o gift givin', general joy at togetherness and all the eggnog ye can stomach a'fore yer hurlin' it o'er the balcony onto the head 'o some foreign dignitary who shoulda seen it comin'--walkin under balconies this time 'o th' year. The Dog's not to into the season to be quite blunt so yer better off askin' th' others about it. Surely someone can tell ye better.

[breaks_pots]

Do you mind if I talk?

[It was a question, but he wasn't that sure about talking using the journal and if people were okay with that. He wanted to communicate and he was finding that talking was coming easier than writing. So many people like to talk, after all.]

I can ask someone else about the Cha-rist-maz.

[Voice]

[om_nom_namur]

Shit, sound like a damn know it all. Who the hell are y' anyway?

[scurveydog]

A'course I'm a damn know it all. I know a sight more'n ye do. Get off with ye and get some manners afore I plant me boot in yer arse.

[Voice]

[om_nom_namur]

A-s-s. Spelled it wrong.

[written]

[vysecaptain]

Aw, you take the fun out of being a pirate.

Do we get a weather report this time?

[scurveydog]

Hain't even answerin' such a blindinly stupid question.

Audio;

[hiken]

Oi, Dog! Why don't you join my crew, huh!? I'm gonna be ahead of everybody, after all!

[scurveydog]

Ye been causin' a damn lot 'o trouble up and down ever since ye arrived. What makes ye think I'd want to?

written:

[hostclubshadowking]

With all the trouble we've had lately, it's good to hear from you, Dog. I hope you've been as well as possible.

[He'll leave any questions for later. For others to ask. After all, for now? There's nothing pressing. Not that he has any reason to think Dog can answer.]

[scurveydog]

Thank'ee. Good ta hear from ye, too. Feels like it's been forever and a day. How've things been keepin' wi' ye?

[Voice]

[imashaaaaark]

Are you an actual talkin' dog?

[scurveydog]

Are ye an actual moron? No wait, don't answer that, I already know.

[Written]

[hands4healing]

I'm glad you're okay.

[scurveydog]

A'course I'm okay. A little sloshed but who hain't this time 'o year? And how be ye and yers fairin'?

[arcadiasailor]

Good to hear you're enjoying yourself ma'am. We were so busy this wave i'm not sure how many were informed about you. Thank you for the heads up about the ship. I'd send you something for all you've had to put up with from us but I'm not sure what Miss Margie charge me for delivery.

[scurveydog]

Are ye tryin' ta butter me up?

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

.......huh?

[master of eloquence, right here]

[scurveydog]

We have the winner o' the most useless question award. Give 'im a hand. Or maybe a clue.

[bravelittlehero]

Mr. Dog! I missed you! Do you know if Santa is coming to visit us?

[Voice]

[sharkasm]

Tch. Useless as always.