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.

Comments

[magneticxman]

"I don't think of that as a problem. At least they're not picking up alarm clock noises or something similar."

[immutablysam]

"True enough, would be annoying. I'm still getting used to the alarm thing in the first place."

[magneticxman]

"I can't imagine life without alarm clocks."

[immutablysam]

"I got annoyed enough with all the big, fancy buildings in Europe, having to get used to clocks for the time, 'stead of just checking the sun."

[magneticxman]

"You've been everywhere, huh?"

[immutablysam]

Sam glances around at the ship. "Apparently not. Just about everywhere on Earth, though."

[magneticxman]

"That's a good point," Lorna says with a laugh. "Have you seen any other planets?"

[immutablysam]

"A few now. They decided maybe I was good to my word once and let me scout for a group. That turned out well, so they've been a touch more disposed to doing it again when we go planetside anywhere with wilderness."