We've heard this is a wonderful place for pirate lasses to get a drink.
People say you serve the best Hot and Smoky's. Perfect for hot and smoky pirate lasses like us. 💋
In exchange we give you música...
Marrrrvellous, It's getting all cosy 'n' piratey in 'eerre!
Aye, we have the best grog in the entire country, mateys. And, I have never talked like a pirate in my entire existence until now. But, welcome at any rate. I'm sure the Captain will be by any moment to recruit you.
Aye, I've awoken from my slumber, I believe I'm ready to take the job interview. Those lovely colleens look fit enough for the task, but I won't be taking anyone on board yet until I know they're able to swab the deck with GUSTO! And not just with a brush, nay, it has to be done with their feet also, even after SEVEN of those Hot'n'Smokeys.
I'd consider them to be invaluable members of the crew if they manage to pass this very easy brush dance test:
Ximena and Penny are well known in many ports, far and wide. They aren't renowned for their deck swabbing, they don't do windows, and they don't brush dance. They don't perform the steps themselves per se. But their dancing is rumored to cause men's jaws to brush the deck.
There are hushed rumors in nearly every port of more brushing the decks. But that's best discussed over a tankard of ale after dark. They are very skilled at mesmerizing unwary sailors into parting with their last doubloon. A profitable alliance with the right seafarer could be beneficial and profitable to both sides.
Ha! A profitable “alliance” you say!
* chugs 8th tankard of Sweet Sea Meade *
C’mere now Penny and Ximena, ye might be taking me for a slow staggering sea slug, but a fool I am not. I’ve developed a powerful sight not unlike that of a four eyed fish as to keep a keen eye on eye-catching cut-lassies such as yerselves!
* chugs 9th tankard of Sweed See Meat *
Aye, I’ve heard many a tangy tale over many a fiery water about ye dancing sea divils for sure -OOH we all know ye be swashbuckling about with a sailor’s heart like it is nothing but a Hallowe’en pumpkin wanting to be carved into the ghost of the sailor’s former self!
Now let me tell ye, ye wave breakin’ broads, swabbing the deck with me jaw or anything else for that matter is the last thing I’d be anxious about.
Let me repeat meself, a fool I am not, nay, lamentably I’ve had me own share of slashin’ cut-lassing adventures of the poor heart, I even got meself five fishing nets wrapped tight around it as to keep the broken pieces together ye see.
* chugz 13th tinkurd o’ Smeade Seaweed *
Anyway ladeez *hic, ‘nuff *hic o’ dat. Wurwaz I? Letztalk zum businezz zhall we?
As we made our way up and down the main, among other things, we heard such tales of the one and only Captain. We knew ye would see the benefits of a partnership with comely lasses such as ourselves. It truly is a win-win. Before we discuss particulars we should toast our upcoming business arrangement with a tot of rum? Don't you agree fair Captain?
She's fascinating. 😳 What a talent! She can swab like I ne'er seen a swabber afore!
