The night air is still but an eeeeery feeling about the mist that has settled. With no sign of the girly, the Captain, circling above, dropping whoopsies all over the deck and crew (yuk), has mustered the crew and sqwarks out the following instruction.
"here ye, here ye" ah, whoops, wrong storyline, "ok ya flea bitten varmints, it's time to reclaim what is ours. We must recapture the girly, even though she be cursed, we needs her back" "Right now, ya motley lot, we gunna, attack those cannibal looking 7 foot 13 spear carrying natives with everything we got". The crew, looking rather dazed, shocked and downright woosie, turn to the hells angel cheer squad but those chicks have flown the coup. They're not silly.
"Are ye with me or again me" chirps the Captain. the crew, look to the Captain, then look to the Island and all, as if in unisen, duck for cover in the bellows of the ship and crack open the rum barrells. The captain decides that if ya can't beat 'em, then join 'em. Anyway, a few hours elapse and the crew, who are now too pi..ed to pop, get up the courage to mount a rescue mission.
the captain, quick to flap her wings, grabs the moment and like Captain Parmenter (ftroop) gets on her high horse and yells "CHARGE".
Stay tuned when we discover if the Parrot is flying in the right direction? Will the crew be able to get off the floor? Has the girly been eaten by the natives? Has Gordon Ramsey been teaching the natives cooking lessons or should that be vocabulary?
Laz
