Thoughts from Begma
Well, this hurts like Hell!
Boss is going to give me that look again. But all my limbs are still attached, as promised. One just has a hole in it. And don't quite work right.
Always listen to Heulwen when she tells you to pack the good booze for a trip! Next time take Vile Blue Stuff too.
It's usually not good when people start calling Charles "Chazzer". Something in those last three letters spells trouble.
But that Chazzer's awfully good to have around in a fight. On your side, that is. Tough old brute.
Adorable little tow-headed five-year-old girls can be bloodthirsty little buggers, and are easy to sway into pirate-hood. Especially when told rousing tales of other girl-pirates. Score one for Minos.
Damn. It still hurts. How a little puff of air could do so much damage is beyond me. Clever little thing, though.
I keep thinking about that report Charles got me. Dad's name's in there somewhere. Just a matter of narrowing it down. Only about twenty ships it might have been. That's not bad odds, is it?
The racks of containment jars at the galvanics lab had me wondering. Why is it we can only fit one charge on the storm cannons? Must be some way to double-up on the reservoirs and get a two-shotter out of it. No way to hold more than that, though. Be hard, and pretty damn dangerous to play around with, and I can't think how to make it not look positively obscene. Girl can dream, though. Got two pages of sketches on it into the journal so's I don't forget.
Boss is going to give me that look again. But all my limbs are still attached, as promised. One just has a hole in it. And don't quite work right.
Always listen to Heulwen when she tells you to pack the good booze for a trip! Next time take Vile Blue Stuff too.
It's usually not good when people start calling Charles "Chazzer". Something in those last three letters spells trouble.
But that Chazzer's awfully good to have around in a fight. On your side, that is. Tough old brute.
Adorable little tow-headed five-year-old girls can be bloodthirsty little buggers, and are easy to sway into pirate-hood. Especially when told rousing tales of other girl-pirates. Score one for Minos.
Damn. It still hurts. How a little puff of air could do so much damage is beyond me. Clever little thing, though.
I keep thinking about that report Charles got me. Dad's name's in there somewhere. Just a matter of narrowing it down. Only about twenty ships it might have been. That's not bad odds, is it?
The racks of containment jars at the galvanics lab had me wondering. Why is it we can only fit one charge on the storm cannons? Must be some way to double-up on the reservoirs and get a two-shotter out of it. No way to hold more than that, though. Be hard, and pretty damn dangerous to play around with, and I can't think how to make it not look positively obscene. Girl can dream, though. Got two pages of sketches on it into the journal so's I don't forget.