Hm. No rain.

Now the work can begin.

I smell wet dog.

Enough of this rain an' we'll 'ave a lake. Maybe even an ocean.

If we end up with an ocean, I'll need my ship. 'ell, I'll even settle for Davy Jones' Crocodile Machine, or.....whatever it was called.

It seems that it is a little someone's birthday. I believe this calls for a celebration. Drinks all around!

...May the wind fill your sails, darling.

Apples, an' a roar that sounds like it could 'ave come from that blasted Kraken?

Is someone tryin' t' tell me something?

Barbossa, if this is your way of letting me know you're 'ere, well-- Thanks for the apple, mate, but where's my ship?

If anyone with the proper qualification finds time to remove a chip or two, please contact me. I'm becoming rather annoyed with it, as it were, and the sooner it's out, the better.

Elizabeth, you'll want to have yours removed as well, I should think.

Seems I'll be needing someone else to remove this chip. Any volunteers?

[filtered from those Sneaky Hobbitses People]

So I've been informed by a lad called...Haseo, I think, about these 'chip'...things, and after a bit of thinking, I've come to suspect some things. I'd like it removed, and as quickly as possible ( Read more... )

Could have been worse, mates.