Pirates or Ninjas? (Home of the Taijituan Pirates! Yarr!)

[Bara]

Barakarin grumbles "Ill show you good aim..with a Ak-47 he he"

[Khablan]

Alrighty then.  How about ye shoot us down some coconuts?  Gunner'll be needin' those, and it'll save our pants from gettin' ripped.

[Talmann]

*Walks over carrying a bunch of coconuts tied together with fern leaves as thread*

Oh, ya not need these? I tied 'em together with these leaves and rock needle, I did. By the way, Capt'n, I got yer private hut finished, complete with solar oven t'make some more cookies. I also made a few lines and put 'em out in the lagoon, should have caught somethin' by now. Hey Jack, could'ya go check the lines I set?

[Bara]

"ummm... what do i do now?" 

[Khablan]

Talmann, yer an enterprisin' young pirate.  A matey after me own heart, ye are!  I'll set to bakin' up some coconut cookies, I will.  And we can always use spare coconut bras.  They tend to float off in the sea at times, don't ye know.

Jack, stop slapping Bara with that fish!  Silly monkey.

Bara, how about frying up them fishies with that flamethrower o' yers? 

We'll have a regular Gilligan's island here soon enough.  How are those other huts comin'?

[Bara]

I got a better idea..

*Pulls out a bolt gun*

He he, thank you Warhemmer 40k..

* Frys up the fish*

Sorry for the lead in them

[Khablan]

Capt'n Khab takes a bite.  Spitting out a bullet, she shrugs.

I suppose it's no worse than bones.  Aye, good job, Bara.  Here, have a cookie. 

[Allama]

Gunner, do be a dear and make my bra out of fruit rinds or something.  Too small for coconuts and all that. 

Cap'n Khab, we found a big 'X' on the ground over there when we were gathering palm fronds for the roof.  Want us to dig it up?

[The Empire]

*floats ashore on a powder keg wearing only a singed pair of boxers, dozens of bruises and jack sitting on my head using his tiny fez as a sail*

"Did anyone take the number on that truck that ran me over?"

*collapses in the surf, not even noticing the crab trying to nibble my toes*

[Khablan]

Ooh, aye, Allama dear, there be treasure fer the takin', I'd bet me parrot on it!  Who knows what might be layin' beneath that turf? 

Welllllll, lookee what's drifted up with the seaweed!  It be Empire, the scurvy ill-begotten bilge-rat.  Aww, but he looks so pathetic layin' there.  Bah.  Drag 'im over near the fire so's he can dry out.  I can't help it.  I could never turn away a stray animal either.  Mebbe he's learnt his lesson.  Awright, Empire, welcome back.  Hmm, looks like ye be needin' somethin' to wear.  Here, have a coconut bra!

[Allama]

You look quite dashing in that, erm... island attire, Emp.  Do help me dig up yonder treasure when you dry out, eh?

[The Empire]

"UUUUrrrrrggghhh....  Remind me next time not to sell my services to the highest bidder?"

*rise to my knees, finding a rusty shovel in the sand and use it for support while hobbling towards the X*

[Talmann]

"Arrg, don't bother, Emp, mate. It likely be another one of those chests filled with taffy. Found two earlier today. They be where I found 'em; to heavy to move. Aye-aye, Khabby! I'll get straightaway to makin' some."
*20 minutes later*
"Arr, Capt'n Khabby, here be 5 of them bras, and a few skirts made from palm fronds. Not the best I've seen, but it'll be cooler than these rags we got."

[PoD Gunner]

*appears from behind a dune, carrying a huge bra made of rind, leaves and star-shells as ornaments, holding Eduardo on a leash* Ahoy! Bah, I'm so hungry I could eat a...*looks at Eduardo who shrugs*...horse or something.

[Allama]

You're in luck, then!  This chest we dug up happens to contain both scotch and biscuits.  Not very piratey fare, granted, but it'll do in a pinch.