week 17

[scurveydog]

Well it be about time that I come back, and in full. As a sort 'o late present ta all ye lot, all bans are hereby lifted except fer the annoyin' ones banned fer their life here since I hain't be puttin' up wi' it. It be a good time ta do it, too, since the twenty-fifth 'o next month marks the death of the infamous Davy Jones and nought but bad luck occurs on that cursed day...and that be if ye don't catch the attention 'o the more malignant spirits. There be rumors stirrin' in th' deep that makes even my hairs stand on end.

'Afore that however, yer weather...

North: Frosty conditions all throughout the week and into th' next. Watch out fer ice and also maned seals which be good eatin' if ye can catch'un. Not recommended fer amateurs.

East: A mild warm front means calm winds and smooth sailin' ta ye. Expect rains if ye venture south but nothin' but a short drizzle or two. Wouldn't recommend stowin' the parkas just yet.

South: Squalls everywhere ye look. Maybe a brief break midweek but otherwise keep yer eyes peeled for spouts. Those'll send ye to th' next world and no mistake.

West: Chilly wi' flurries expected. Maybe ye'll get an inch or two on deck but it won't stick 'round fer very long once the sun peaks.

News

Hain't much ta say except the Navy battenin' down fer the 25th. Rumor has it they be experimentin' on some new form 'o keepin' ye lot down. Rumor also has it they be gettin' ideas 'o another form an' dabblin places they best not be dabblin' in. But no one looks in the navy that close. Atop that, glass lookers an' card readers 'round the seas be sayin' this be the year she awakens. 'Course they been sayin' that every year...

An' speakin' 'o years, this upcomin' one be fast upon us. Year o' the Peridot so if yer one fer traditions or like ta join in festivites, light green'll be the color 'o choice fer ye. I'd celebrate now whilst ye still can.

Otherwise that's all th' dog has fer ye. One question as per usual. Go ahead and try not ta shoot yerselves in th' head.

Comments

[heartismyown]

What kind of bad luck?

[scurveydog]

Now really. 'O all the questions ye be askin' it has to be the most vague one possible. And who gets in trouble fer a vague answer? Dog gets in trouble. Oh yer useless, they say! Ye never tell us anythin', they say. Do ye know how it makes me feel ta come on week after week with shoddy questions that get likewise answers and ha'e people rail at me fer bein a useless lump o coal?

[heartismyown]

I don't know how you feel, I just met you, I think. I don't know what you mean by bad luck, that's all.

written

[wavemotiongunner]

Since we're mostly unfamiliar with the culture here. Who is this woman they think is going to awaken? [He can to without women in comas with strange powers here.]

[scurveydog]

There hain't no one culture. We be a world full 'o diversity and change. As to yer question, th' Dog answers one a week unless she is feelin' particularly generous and now tis just enough to come back. Try again next week, laddie

[VOICE]

[redcinemareel]

My thanks for the news, even if green isn't my particular color of choice.

Here's an inquiry for you: has a wish ever been made with this jewel we're all seeking?

[scurveydog]

Well no one's askin ye are they? And yer welcome. As to yer question, ye'll have to ask it some other time--which is just as well since I don't know th' answer off the back 'o me hand. But I got an itchin' about this now that ye brought it up so I'll be lookin' into it should the question ever arise again.

[redcinemareel]

Questions don't need to be asked.

[She gives a sigh at the response. Figures.]

With the vast amounts of idiots in this world, I doubt anyone else would bother to ask this, let alone allow useful questions to filter through. I'll endeavor, nonetheless, to get an answer.

[hostclubshadowking]

Well. Thank you for the warning, at least. I suppose there's no way to protect ourselves against the bad luck. We can try to prepare, though.

[scurveydog]

Hain't much you can do ta prepare more'n pray maybe.

[hostclubshadowking]

Unfortunately, I'm not a religious person.

[om_nom_namur]

She hot?

[He winks, since he knows Scurvey Dog can see it.]

[scurveydog]

That technically be a question, and not one the Dog can answer as hotness is all subjective. If she does awaken, which I doubt, by the by, I sincerely wish someone would set her afire if that helps.

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheheh well we'd be the crew t' sick on her then. Captainbro's made a fire, an' one a the squirts knows how t' chuck it outta his damn giant key. Think there's a couple others got lots t' do with fire 'round here too.

Shit, I shoulda learned fishman karate. Surprised they ain't burned the ship t' cinders.

[redcinemareel]

Speaking of idiots...

[Ugh!]

[om_nom_namur]

What's yer problem?

Video;

[hiken]

Hey, Dog! Even if you don't wanna join my crew, how about a date!?

[scurveydog]

Ha!

I suppose theoretically if I were to be in the mood 'o answerin' more questions than one at a time I might, just might, say ta ye: ye can if ye can find me.

But since I hain't answerin' but one question a week, who knows what the truth 'o it is.

NOBODY NOTICED I WROTE VIDEO tumut

[hiken]

[OPERATION: BETTER THAN EXPECTED.]

Woo! Well, this world's fulla mysteries. If you speculate that answer might be on the point, then--

I think I'd like to see for myself. It's a big ocean, but I plan on takin' it over, y'hear?

VOICE ;)

[om_nom_namur]

Wait, Scurvey Dog's a girl?

voice;

[hiken]

Ah. Yeah, didn't you know? Shake your ears out, there may be water in 'em.

voice

[arcadiasailor]

Well that solves why she was posing as a man. You're likely half her age mate.

written;

[rosettawall]

Oh dear, it would appear I missed my opportunity.

However, the warnings are much appreciated. Hopefully they shall be helpful towards keeping our crew safer to some degree, or at least we'll know to be more cautious.

[scurveydog]

'twold appear so. I'm half tempted ta gie out numbers and let the stupid questions fall where they may but that be entirely too much work on my part.

Yer welcome of the warnin's. I'll no doubt ha'e a few dozen more fer ye next week.

[breaks_pots]

I want to know where the Navy is. Where their home is. I can't ask you where it is because you've already answered a question, Mister Dog. But if you know where it is, I would really like to be told it some time.

[Link is speaking again. Still softly, and this time very sadly.]