Arrrrr.

[burntcopper]

I be in a mighty bind, having looked at the tinctures of the Dread Con Artist Vala as a Snake-head. Turns out, me hearties, that tis not suede she be wearing, but some sort o' fancy brocade. Which will be a right bugger to get me mits on, so it will be. But on the other hand, no problem with thickening it.

Think I need grog to fend off this sodding cold. (That'd be rum, limes and water to you, mateys) My sinuses feel like walking the plank, really they do.

An' for the ponderances o' the Con-whores of Tortuga brigade, does any man-Jack o' you know how long the cabin-lass Lizzie has been a-going to the conventions o' Tortuga?

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[dario006.livejournal.com]

Try Lemsip and that overproof Jamaican rum - tis is a powerful remedy for what ails ya cabin wench.

Ye can also try thieving some of that East India Company's stock and mixing with honey - get a cabin boy to make ya a nice brew ;)