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

[Larry]

*joins Cyad, holding a mysterious black box*

You may be protected against termites, but I doubt you can defend yourselves against...KILLER BEES!

*opens the box full of killer bees and watches them fly towards the pirates*

Yes, fly, my pretties, fly! Mwahahahahaha!

[Bara]

Quick! to the amroy!

*runs to the aroumy and comes out holding a watergun*


Eat Holy Water!

*Sprays the bees*

[Khablan]

The Capt'n is immune, of course, to little things like termites and killer bees, so she simply heads back for more ale and makes herself comfortable on a chair made from bamboo and coconuts and vines.  Pushing a button, she raises the Canopy of Invincibility to give a little shade as she watches the silliness.  Luckily, there's also a barrel of rum to share with whoever wants to join her out of the way of the fighting.

[Bara]

*stops squrting for a second*

I Did it...
*Gets stung a millon times in the face*

Ow..

*Gets stung more*

OW.....

*Gets stung one more time*

Please dont hurt me, Bat peolpe...

*pass's out*

[Allama]

Alana joins the Captain in her refuge, content to lounge around in the shade and enjoy a tankard or four of fine rum.  Turning to Khab, she says, "Bit like a floor show, ain't it, Cap'n?"

[Khablan]

Indeed, me hearty.  Let the lads play, it'll make 'em more sociable come dinnertime.  Burn off some energy an' all.  Speaking o' that, here, lass, have some biscotti.  Baked it meself jest this mornin'. 

[Cyadkuso]

*Sees that Bara passed out and walks up to him with a permanent marker and begins to draw on his face. Lays down other colors of colored markers so anyone can join in.*

[Allama]

"What's this 'biscotti' stuff, now?  Methinks I may've heard of it in onna those fancy television commercials."

Alana munches some, like it, and eventually tries dipping them in rum before each bite (giving the crumby rum remnants at the bottom of the tankard to Eduardo each time one is emptied, of course).

[Bara]

*gets up*

Owwww........

*walks over to the cookies*

Must...eat...

[Khablan]

Arrr, it's me mum's own receipt, it is.  She fired it twice in a Dutch oven til it was nice an' dry.  Good fer toughenin' up yer teeth, she said.

'Ere ye go, Bara.  A growin' lad like yerself needs 'is strength, he do.  And have a mug o' coconut milk to wash it down.  Just don't ye be trippin' over Eduardo there.  He gets cranky when that happens.

[Allama]

"Most 'specially when 'e's drunk!" Alana pipes in over a mouthful of rum-soaked tasty pastry.

[Bara]

I have ate! I CAN FIGHT!

*picks up a ax, and goes all macho*

YARRRRRRRRRR!

[Khablan]

Y'know, Al'.. with muscles like that, methinks the boy should be in charge o' gettin' the firewood for the bonfires an' cookfires an' such.  He'd be mighty handy at it. 

I be wonderin' where our navigator got off to.  Nai!  Are ye there?  Mebbe ye could navigate us to some nice waterin' hole around here?  Need the water to make us more rum, ye know.  And well... don't tell the lads, but... some of 'em could use a bath, if ye know what I mean.

[Bara]

What muscles?

*pokes his head around the corner*

I was in here playing video games

[Cyadkuso]

If...you were in there playing games....than who is the big guy with the muscles and the axe out here?
*Starts to edge away from the axe man*