Talk like a pirate day - this isn't how it was at all (open)

[immutablysam]

Sam actually lived during parts of the golden age of piracy. These people's teeth are far too well tended, they smell better, the rum is a lot less... dirty, and who in all the hells ever talked like /that?/

But ok. So the pirate outfit is actually better than the stupid indian ones. And there's rum. Rum makes so many things better. Sam is wandering down the halls here and there, quite steadily, despite the bottle of rum being two-thirds gone, with three parrots having adopted 'him', and a couple more perching on the ornithopter that rolls behind Sam.

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[immutablysam]

Ahhh... knives. And a cutlass, but that's secondary. Sam draws a knife from 'his' belt, and one from 'his' boot, juggling the pair with one hand, getting a feel for their balance and spin -- and for the fun of it. Good to be armed again. Still toying with the spinning knives, Sam heads for the side of the ship as well.

"Then I'd love to meet the Doctor, no doubt. Nice beach... which shore is this?"