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?

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.]

[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]

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?

[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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[om_nom_namur]

She hot?

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

[scurveydog]

Well yer an idiot wi' the common sense of a cabbage. It was a rhetorical question anyway, though I expect ye'd have some inklin' of how it feels givin' I gave ye the bleedin' context o' the situation and practically told ye th' answer so I don't know what givin' ye an answer now will improve yer situation any as it'll probably pass through the space betwixt yer ears like a silent fart, smelly but soon fergotten.

However, as other people vastly somewhat more intelligent than ye'd like to know an answer, when I said bad luck, I was bein' a bit glib. Terrible things happen. What happens varies year to year but I can't tell ye what'll come next since only him that causes it knows what mischief he'll get up to to exact his revenge in bein stuck in the realm 'o perpetual non-death. Most sensible folk stay off th' sea but it don't really matter where abouts ye go fer it touches near 'bout everywhere.

[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.

[scurveydog]

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

[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.

[redcinemareel]

Speaking of idiots...

[Ugh!]

[scurveydog]

Well look whose on a high horse now. What makes ye think yer any better'n th' rest 'o the rabble?

Video;

[hiken]

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

[hostclubshadowking]

Unfortunately, I'm not a religious person.

[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]

I'm unsure what would make me think I'm not, to be honest.

[om_nom_namur]

What's yer problem?

[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.

VOICE ;)

[om_nom_namur]

Wait, Scurvey Dog's a girl?

[scurveydog]

Well there's half yer problem right there.

[scurveydog]

Ain't that always the way o' it.

[redcinemareel]

Everything, mostly. Why?