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

[The Empire]

I think ye lasses gravely underestimates the value of increased body mass when it comes te drinkin'

[Naivetry]

Naivetry takes the bottle offered and, carefully observing Al', adopts a casual slouch.

"Aye, Cap'n, I think I be gettin' the hang of it."  She frowns at Emp, then changes her mind and scowls.  More piratey.  "Unless ye've hollowed out a leg thar, I be thinkin' Allama's got it right."

[Khablan]

Aye, Emp, and don't be forgettin' about Eduardo.  I be thinkin' he'll remind ye not to get TOO close t' the lasses here anytime soon.

Capt'n Khab points to the crocodile Eduardo, who just looks at Empire and droooools.

Nai, me hearty, yer a quick learner, methinks.  I commend ye.  Ye'll have yer sea legs in no time.

Now, we be needin' more sugar soon or we'll be outa cookies.  So drink up, mateys!  Come sunup we set sail for the closest port to pillage us some!  Umm... anybody know where's the closest port?  Where's me navigator?!  Oh.  Right.  We got none.  Hmm.  A'ight then, let's sail uh... that a way!  We'll see land sooner or later!

[Naivetry]

"Cap'n, I mayn't be much o' a navigator, but I be a fair hand at the makin' o' maps, and I reckon I could give it a go if ye'd like."

EDIT: Shameless self-promotion added.    Pirate.

[The Empire]

Well, as it so happens, I don't have a hollowed out wooden leg, I have four hollowed out titanium legs, with spiky bits

[Allama]

After quite a few judicious swigs from a clear bottle that smelled mainly like petrol, Alana decided more conversation was in order.  "Ah, don't ye worry about it not affectin' ye, Emp.  Tha alcohol has ta pass through yer innards afore it gets ta yer legs, so yer blood'll have plenty o' time ta soak some up," she said, winking.

She leaned over to Naivetry and whispered in her ear a bit, muttering something about a high alcohol tolerance just before passing out on her shoulder.  Anyone bothering to look would see the label marking the mostly gone potent drink as containing 78% alcohol.

[The Empire]

See there, how sweet and innocent she looks 

Now, Eduardo, stay! or I'll be forced to put a bolter round in yer' thick 'eads, all three 'o 'em!

[Allama]

Alana murmured unintelligibly in her sleep.  "Mrmmglrgle... tent poles... rain fly fall down... SNERK-snore grmble."

[The Empire]

Naww... It seems Al' has fallen asleep, I better take her below to her cabin so she doesn't have to sleep up here sitting on the cold, wet deck, she might get an infection.

[Allama]

When touched, Alana rolled over and swatted randomly about with her hand.  "Gerroff, 'm sleepin'."

[The Empire]

*fetches mattress and rolls Al' onto it, finishing of by covering her with a white blanket with kittens on it*


(pirate kittens that is)

[Bara]

*Barak looks up from his Radar screen*

"Wha?"

[Allama]

Alana wakes with a start just before dawn, sitting up abruptly.

"DEAR GOD," she exclaimed, "MY BLO- my bloody head.  Shhhhh..."  The sudden change in volume as she realized her own shouting was damaging her sense of time and space woke several others who had chosen (or not quite chosen) to sleep on the deck nearby, in various states of left-over drunkenness.

[Khem]

"shhh love your being loud. what are those silly ninjas attacking again? ughhh i am going back to sleep."

[Bara]

*slowly dozes off to sleep by his SAM missile*

"No mommy, cake is fine...."