Warren Peace......
Murder just isn't your thing - you may go free!
I'm physically stunned
No, just wrong again
Warren Peace......
Murder just isn't your thing - you may go free!
I'm physically stunned
No, just wrong again
save me one for later - I need to keep a clear head till I'm in the clear
ye can share mine
what! share with a murderer
eh
you've not been cleared yet have ye? Nor that Yu Lie either and Eave Hoe isn't out of the woods yet
Hey, man...methinks I'm a bit fuzzy with the details, but I don't remember YOU bein' cleared, either? But, you know, it's all cool!
Shaggy said that in my mind
I look just like 'im, too.
that's why you kept singing It wasn't me
Warren Peace......
Murder just isn't your thing - you may go free!
I'm physically stunned
shurrrup you I'm not limp wristed
Warren Peace......
Murder just isn't your thing - you may go free!
I'm physically stunned
I read that as "stunted".
but, hey, man. I think I can help you with that stunned thing. Try this little blue pill. It'll relax you, and you'll realize that life is a cabaret, old chum!
Yu Lie......oh indeed you do!
Enigmatic and unintelligable, you wear your Far Eastern origins with pride . Luckily, no one knows you are wanted back in China to stand trial, charged with having an illicit affair with the Chinese Emperor. Hiding aboard the Blackbird suits you just fine!
It had occurred to you that one way to earn a lot of money in a hurry (at least enough to start you up in your own business) by betraying Captain Black to the authorities, leading to his capture or death. After all, if Barnie Caul has a 20 guinea price on his head, Captain Black would have to have been worth at least double.
You believe your Uncle Hung Low lives somewhere in the New York area. You hope he will help you use your savings to start a Chinese style restaurant, where you can sell your special recipe chicken testicle dumplings and sharks fin soup
It most definitely COULD be you!
save me one for later - I need to keep a clear head till I'm in the clear
ye can share mine
what! share with a murderer
eh
you've not been cleared yet have ye? Nor that Yu Lie either and Eave Hoe isn't out of the woods yet
Hey, man...methinks I'm a bit fuzzy with the details, but I don't remember YOU bein' cleared, either? But, you know, it's all cool!
Shaggy said that in my mind
I look just like 'im, too.
that's why you kept singing It wasn't me
He's my muse.
like I said murderer a formality till I got cleared
I'll be with yer shortly
You still aren't in the clear, Mr Jones, are you? Poor Vi, she will be just another single mother, trying to scrape a livin' in this awful town. An officer of the law barin' thechild of murderer, it would be funneh if it weren't so verreh, verreh sad.
OI!!!!!! I'm the one with the tunes...Hic!
Yu Lie......oh indeed you do!
Enigmatic and unintelligable, you wear your Far Eastern origins with pride . Luckily, no one knows you are wanted back in China to stand trial, charged with having an illicit affair with the Chinese Emperor. Hiding aboard the Blackbird suits you just fine!
It had occurred to you that one way to earn a lot of money in a hurry (at least enough to start you up in your own business) by betraying Captain Black to the authorities, leading to his capture or death. After all, if Barnie Caul has a 20 guinea price on his head, Captain Black would have to have been worth at least double.
You believe your Uncle Hung Low lives somewhere in the New York area. You hope he will help you use your savings to start a Chinese style restaurant, where you can sell your special recipe chicken testicle dumplings and sharks fin soup
It most definitely COULD be you!
I knew it!!!
But hey, it's cool, man!
Yu Lie......oh indeed you do!
Enigmatic and unintelligable, you wear your Far Eastern origins with pride . Luckily, no one knows you are wanted back in China to stand trial, charged with having an illicit affair with the Chinese Emperor. Hiding aboard the Blackbird suits you just fine!
It had occurred to you that one way to earn a lot of money in a hurry (at least enough to start you up in your own business) by betraying Captain Black to the authorities, leading to his capture or death. After all, if Barnie Caul has a 20 guinea price on his head, Captain Black would have to have been worth at least double.
You believe your Uncle Hung Low lives somewhere in the New York area. You hope he will help you use your savings to start a Chinese style restaurant, where you can sell your special recipe chicken testicle dumplings and sharks fin soup
It most definitely COULD be you!
She killed the Cap'n so she could start up a chinese takeaway?
He'll be turning in his watery grave.
Yu Lie......oh indeed you do!
Enigmatic and unintelligable, you wear your Far Eastern origins with pride . Luckily, no one knows you are wanted back in China to stand trial, charged with having an illicit affair with the Chinese Emperor. Hiding aboard the Blackbird suits you just fine!
It had occurred to you that one way to earn a lot of money in a hurry (at least enough to start you up in your own business) by betraying Captain Black to the authorities, leading to his capture or death. After all, if Barnie Caul has a 20 guinea price on his head, Captain Black would have to have been worth at least double.
You believe your Uncle Hung Low lives somewhere in the New York area. You hope he will help you use your savings to start a Chinese style restaurant, where you can sell your special recipe chicken testicle dumplings and sharks fin soup
It most definitely COULD be you!
*stops dead in tracks and wonders if the grog has affected hearing*
I'll not be a holdin' me breath though!!
Hold on here, just be holding on !
we got this old biddy, she's drunk and probably stoned tryin' to suss a killer out...well I be tellin' ye what 'append and not some unshaven old bag that's forgotten to change her tenna
I got something to show ye all
In a Purple Haze, I see Crabs......Eave Ho....she/he did it....me dear old Da wasn't afussed.......
like I said murderer a formality till I got cleared
I'll be with yer shortly
You still aren't in the clear, Mr Jones, are you? Poor Vi, she will be just another single mother, trying to scrape a livin' in this awful town. An officer of the law barin' thechild of murderer, it would be funneh if it weren't so verreh, verreh sad.
Oh shove it snotty knickers. My Lancey be innocent, stoned off his head, but innocent all the same.
Hold on here, just be holding on !
we got this old biddy, she's drunk and probably stoned tryin' to suss a killer out...well I be tellin' ye what 'append and not some unshaven old bag that's forgotten to change her tenna
I got something to show ye all
LANCE....PUT THAT AWAY....poor Eave will faint if she sees that.
the first thing I got ter show ye before I explain.... that Brassy wench really pissed me off
I got something to show ye all
Keep it in your pantaloons Lancey boy. Ye be in enough trouble!
Hold on here, just be holding on !
we got this old biddy, she's drunk and probably stoned tryin' to suss a killer out...well I be tellin' ye what 'append and not some unshaven old bag that's forgotten to change her tenna
I got something to show ye all
*averts gaze*
Hold on here, just be holding on !
we got this old biddy, she's drunk and probably stoned tryin' to suss a killer out...well I be tellin' ye what 'append and not some unshaven old bag that's forgotten to change her tenna
I got something to show ye all
LANCE....PUT THAT AWAY....poor Eave will faint if she sees that.
the first thing I got ter show ye before I explain.... that Brassy wench really pissed me off
*faints*
the first thing I got ter show ye before I explain.... that Brassy wench really pissed me off
*faints next to Snotty Knickers*
the first thing I got ter show ye before I explain.... that Brassy wench really pissed me off
I knew I should ave learned that old reading thing on me ma's knee....twas the flagons that stopped me!
now I be explain' a long story bit it won;t be as long as Miss lost her marbles
ye all sitting comfortable like?
Tip toe through the tulips with me
Tip toe from your pillow
to the shadow of a willow tree
and tip toe through the tulips with me
Knee deep in flowers we'll stray
We'll keep the showers away
and if I kiss you in the garden
in the moonlight
will you pardon me
come tip toe through the tulips with me
the first thing I got ter show ye before I explain.... that Brassy wench really pissed me off
*lights up another doobie*
Hey man, that's kinda cool, ain't it? You kill someone, and you get away with it cuz it's a favor to society or somethin'? I'm down with that.
Cap'n Black, he had a real dark aura, didn't he now? Sometimes ya gotta help fate out a bit and make the world a better place.
I think we should all hold hands and sing,now, don't you all think so?
Tip toe through the tulips with me
Tip toe from your pillow
to the shadow of a willow tree
and tip toe through the tulips with me
Knee deep in flowers we'll stray
We'll keep the showers away
and if I kiss you in the garden
in the moonlight
will you pardon me
come tip toe through the tulips with me
My real name is Lance Jones, born to humble parents in the mercantile port of Bristol, England. Beggars canât be choosers so I took a job offered at the stables serving the Chatsworth Estate run by the Duke of Devonshire. There my duties were mainly rubbing down the horses and mucking out. This left me plenty of time to play at cards with the other stable boys, where I soon realized I had a natural aptitude for winning. Mostly, it is true, with the help of an extra couple of Aces which I could produce from my sleeve with great dexterity when required.
Unfortunately, I was soon discovered at this enterprise and forced to leave
my employment. Back in Bristol, my life took an unexpected turn. After a late night session at an ale house, I was press ganged and woke to find myself on HMS Troubadour bound for the Caribbean, the newest recruit to His
Majestyâs Royal Navy.
I didnât mind the hard naval way of life and made the most of a life at sea, but soon enough I was playing at cards again and once more found cheating. The penalty for this was a whipping with a cat-oâ-nine tail which I fear I may not have survived, but my luck turned again. Before justice could be done, the Troubadour was attacked and taken by none other than the infamous Captain Inky Black. Offered the chance of turning pirate, I volunteered to join Captain Blackâs crew, to sail under the skull and crossbones.
Of course it wasnât long until my card playing got me into trouble again. I was aware Captain Black was just waiting for the opportunity to make an example of me for my cheating and what he had in mind for me wasnât pretty, but I had other things on my mind. Rumours were rife on the Blackbird that there existed a treasure map aboard, which gave directions to the whereabouts of the lost Santa Armarda treasure. I knew Captain Black had won the map from rival pirate captain Terry Bull in a high stakes card game, since I had taken part in that game (it wasnât aboard the Blackbird so didnât contravene ship rules.) I should have won that game, but Captain Black trumped my two Aces with three of his own. The treasure could so easily have been mine!
Determined to get hold of that map at any cost, I managed to search the captainâs cabin on three separate occasions but to no avail. I found the secret hiding place put in by carpenter Gayle Force but found it empty. The Captain must have realized someone was after the map and hidden it elsewhere. Then one morning I saw Warren Peace rise from his night slumber and without further ado climb down a rope for an early morning swim. Most unusual for him, so I followed, making sure I wasnât seen. Presently, I realized he was following Captain Black in the dinghy, making for a small island. Having fleetingly seen the treasure map once, when the Captain originally took possession of it, I knew the treasure was buried somewhere on an island so my hopes started to rise.
Imagine my disappointment when I realized Captain Black was merely visiting the grave of his dead eldest brother killed some time ago in a pirate skirmish. It wasnât till later that I realized Captain Black was no family man and wouldnât give two hoots for his eldest brother or the rest of his family, dead or alive.
Visiting the Captain in his cabin, I confronted him, telling him I had worked
out that the Santa Armarda treasure was buried under his brotherâs body and that he had doctored the original treasure map just to show the way to his brotherâs grave. I suggested we split the treasure between the two of us, and initially he agreed, saying he would show me the original treasure map. But as he pulled it out of his pocket, he also pulled a dagger from his boot and there followed a struggle. Unfortunately for Captain Black, the knife slipped between his ribs and he collapsed to the floor, dead.
I will show you all the original un-doctored version of the Santa Armarda treasure map. I would have been granted immunity from prosecution for Captain Blackâs murder, due to my possession of the Caribbean Codicil, it was my intention to return to Montezumaâs island, dig up my treasure and live out my days as a very rich man. The only thing left to worry about is the curse of the SantaArmarda treasure.
It was self defense, I ain't got a murdering bone in me body I'd found a wench I could sail off in the sunset with, I would have died young but happy
That posh bird Brassy spoiled it fer me and Vi, I'm sure she must have looked up Vi's other cases
I now will have to try and work a deal out with Longshanks not to swing me off the gallows I'm sure he be up for a game of cards If I play this hand right, I'm sure I can work a deal
**Gets a round of Flagons in**
**Gets comfy on Barstool**
*clambers up as lady like as possible*
Ah knew it, Ah just knew it! Vi, you really are as useless as they all said you were. Ah am sure mah new Detective Agency will really take off now, Ah will not be poor after all
the first thing I got ter show ye before I explain.... that Brassy wench really pissed me off
I was getting to that!
bye Ant! bye Dec!
ye all sitting comfortable like?
I'm all ears and looking forward to this tale
Pmsl @ Gayle, she sounds stoned
now I be explain' a long story bit it won;t be as long as Miss lost her marbles
errrmmm you think?
the first thing I got ter show ye before I explain.... that Brassy wench really pissed me off
I was getting to that!
bye Ant! bye Dec!
ye old fart...took you an age...reminds me of that meal we once had....
* I've really got bad giggles*
I'll post the map when ye have all digested the true facts
*clambers up as lady like as possible*
Ah knew it, Ah just knew it! Vi, you really are as useless as they all said you were. Ah am sure mah new Detective Agency will really take off now, Ah will not be poor after all
Oh dear god....she solved it!
Don't ye be a worryin' Lover Boy, I'll come with yer ter see ol' Longshanks, I'll get yer off Mebbe we'll threaen ter tell his Missus about all them wimmin and stuff, I ain't averse ter a spot of blackmail if it means my baby has a daddy
fecking slow readers
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