Saturday, January 21, 2006

Duel on the Fo’c's’le Deck

So I’m about the bow, up on the Fo’c's’le, and there I see Excalabur standing, makin’ some notes in that book o’ his and looking distracted. I figure it being nighttime, and I feeling a bit philosophical myself, I’d ask him some questions about life, the world, and piracy on the high seas, but then he starts raving about some pagan nonsense about hamiltonian mechanics, manifolds, and linear functionals!

I tell ‘em that I won’t hear any of his devil worship, no sir, but he won’t stop, so I take a swing at him with my tankard. He must be in league with the Prince of Lies, though, ‘cause he thrashed me sound while he was raving nonsense at me!

I’m going to play my pipes and sit in the Crew’s Quarters, and if that devil The Lone Amigo so much as sticks his ugly mug through the door, I’ll slice ‘is nose off, I will.


The Lone Amigo:

01-21-2006 14:46:14 UTC

Arr, yer damn drunken Scotsman.


01-21-2006 15:13:08 UTC

A Fairer Fight hasn’t passed yet, shipmate, ye were rolling the wrong bones.

Angry Grasshopper:

01-21-2006 15:49:01 UTC

One DICE5 check for Excalabur, one for me. What did I do wrong?


01-21-2006 15:54:06 UTC

Arr, sorry, must have misread. It be this concussion.