ye scurvy dog best be plannin to plunder some magical booty this eve
me: or ill run ye through!
Fred: The greatest of treasure troves this pirate be seeking!
Gold and riches, magical creatures, and powerful voodoo from the lands of the Far East!
me: we set sail for the shores of nerddom once our bellies are full of ill gotten goods from the dank stink of down town!
dude, i cant keep this up
this is hard
Fred: Be ye still dinning with yer wench this eve, and by what hour of night's dark embrace think ye'll be ready to set sail on the high seas for adventure?
me: 8 prolly....yar
hold on lemme check....matee
me: avast! the sinister damsels of fate be meddlin with our affairs!
the tavern of which we seek be dead upon the hour we wish to plunder
me: we be needin to set sail sooner
a plan, methinks, be in order
Fred: Would a different day to set sail on our voyage be more advantageous, and perhaps the sea more favorable to our journey?
me: nar, we cannot wait
me: while our bellies be empty their growl will ony spur our gluttonous ravagings!
we need capture the booty then celebrate with grogg and mutton!
me: i need councel with my live-in-wench 'fore we raise anchor
but this plan be a good one, says i
Fred: YARRRR, agree does I. For been a long fortnight I've been lusting after the magics and adding to my treasure trove!