@slacksparrow You have only just received this, Captain Teach? My message in a bottle was dispatched several months ago... That’s it, I’m switching to pelican service.
Dear Diary,
After many years adrift we have found ourselves upon the shores of a strange land strewn with towers of lights and fiery explosions. I believe it to be Hell. I disembark on the morning tide.
@edko426 Mr. Logout, your words are most kind. I believe our arrival on the western shores depend on the alignment on the sun, moon, the stars and when our good captain stops blowing bubbles in the vast sea that surrounds us.
@brkn_shadows@SonOfHorace1814 My dear lady, you most certainly asked a question and James seemingly answered it in question form.. stating it was not a question only to infuriate you and tease you without his britches.
@atticus_taboo Dear Atticus,
No, no. It was me, I remember it quite vividly now. French Bill does love his barnacles. He has taken to braiding the stinking shells throughout his beard. I think James believes us to be near land because of the stench from French Bill. Damn blindfold.
Dear Atticus,
That hardly seems likely. Robert has informed with me that you are seeking a garden of mermaids. It surely explains why you have grown a coiffure over the only piece of navigational equipment aboard ship. No thank you.
~Lorna
@SonOfHorace1814@Flipzi Dear James, I do love a good thrill but the only thing I wish to be exempt from my sailing senses is French Bill’s odiferous stench. Upwind or downwind, it’s not human. If you’re still granting my requests... we’re out of coconuts.