(Now ain't THAT a twist, from the manuscript's latest foray into Paravian..... )
(Think Like A Pirate, matey, and give em a tricky sneak preview - not in English.)
(sound of vacated air - Author running to exit before lynch mob catches up)
(Is she in a good mood, or WHAT?)
(Maybe something in the granola???)
That should fix it.
Mateys! I say we keel haul 'er fer impertinence!
(Just gently, mind. Only summat, as we don't want te hurt nuthin', but she's behavin' like a lubber.)
(Maybe there's summat in the latest chapter set?)
WELL, WHAT SAY YE?!?
Ack!!!! What??? Where????? What kind of thierik is this???
P'haps we ought ta boost dis tias's'a and see 'ow 'er purse jingles?
ARRR!!!! But do ye quick, mateys.. a'fore 'er huell loads 'is black powder! 'E be a right dhirken, 'e be!
ARRR. That be e'nuf o' yer jawin'!
'Tis not 'er purse that needs jinglin', but 'er pen!
'old 'er to the plank wi' yer cutlass. If she be not quick a-writ'n'...
GIVE 'ER TE THE SHARKS!
Arrrrr. Maybe not.
Aye.. We be not o'erly hasty now. She be a mite talented wit' 'er quill. P'haps the a wee be o' boiled ink to belly 'er sails, eh?
ARRRRRRGH! 'Tis why I mused in me last post!
We be the only ones talkin' like pirates, Walt the Wencher!
Be there no others on the chat t'day?
AAAAAARGH! YER LUBBERS! THE LOT O' YE!
Avast! asked fer it, didn't I?
There be revenge comin'....! NO BLACK SPOTS, Mind!
Tip me one o'them, no books, no booty! Ye will NEVER know the fate of certain shanghaied characters...!
Enough boilin' ink and fried brains fer one day.
Off piratin' - period party, with pipes and live music and PIRATES - at The Friendly Fisherman, on St John's Pass, Madiera Beach! (Short sail for Floridian scalliwags from Tampa Bay!) Don will be selling 09 Pirate calendars - join us ye maties and hoist a pint!
I think "argh" summed it up nicely.... *grins*