I thought jus' smokin' th' stuff made ye a shipmate but Davy Jones' locker, I'll apply. Politely requestin' fer th' position o' Ship Victualler 'n Rat Catcher.
Accepted!Politely requestin' fer th' position o' Ship Victualler 'n Rat Catcher.
:wink:Must have been a KFC at the last port.
:rofl:Soaked in rum, dusted wit' island spices 'n grilled o'er cookies stove mateys! No finer chicken to be had!
Ye do realize that pirate hotdogs would be made from leftover "pirate chicken," if ye get me drift.You guys sure ran out of hot dogs fast. Whoever's responsible for inventorying ship's stores oughta be walkin' the plank.
Oh hell, just eat it off the stick, nothing quite like a little barbecue rat-ka-bob. The rum will kill anything the fire don't!Just give me a rat on a bun... I'm good!
Nah... all he's got that the rest of us don't, is a sweet collection of Bruce Weavers :mrgreen: And perhaps some very nicely aged 'Frigate."Something tells me though that the Captain's quarters must have its own private stash of higher quality rations. Maybe the rest of you guys should look into that...not trying to start a mutiny or anything...just saying it's worth considering.
Hey, they feed themselves and take care of themselves until you need fresh "chicken". They're a lot less maintenance than landlubber chickens that have to be cared for.Upnorth, you got a lot of work to do. Seems the little vermin are trying to take over the ship! 8O