We be going on vacation. Get y'ships an' 'ead t'remote beach. We be settin' up a little sea-side place fer us, savvy?

Miss Raine, be bringin' y'self along. I'm sure the First Mate be wantin' y'presence, aye?

Oi, mate, when y'see this, come see me. I've got somethin' f'ya ( Read more... )

Third month of the twenty-eighth day. My crew has thinned a little due to some of the people being whisked back to their own world, the most noticeable one of these Miss Esmeralda. Her loss is sorely missed indeed ( Read more... )