Tol-in-Gaurhoth XXIII: Journey to Hy Brazil

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

Originally Posted by kath

That slave driver's been driving me nuts.
I've an idea! Let's kill him off now, Rune will back me up, if he quits playing with that cheese of his.

I am not playing with my cheese! It is not some kind of a toy, you know. This tiny piece of Feta is the only cheese I got left, it is precious to me.

Kill him? maybe we should! Nasty slave driver never gives us. . . I mean me any cheese.

Originally Posted by Admiral Seasick

What's that? Mutinous talk? I'll not hear of it. Not aboard my ship. Now get to work, the two of you and we'll hear no more of yer mutterings.

Muttering, guttering, buttering, fluttering, O! tra-la-la-lally

[Glirdan]

Well, it's gone because... Glirdan drank it all! I say we send him off the plank next for drinking all the rum. (Gurth)

What!? The rum is hic all gone hic!?!? This is terrible!! HICC!!!

Gurthang is cracking me up. Do wolves crack people up? (Lal)

Good hic question hic! Keep an eye hic on hic him for me hic, will you? I must hic leave hic. I'm still not hic better...

[The Saucepan Man]

Originally Posted by one of the slaves

Muttering, guttering, buttering, fluttering, O! tra-la-la-lally

Such insolence!

Slight delay on the making head or tail of the charts front, chaps and chappesses. So it looks like we might have to spend one more night at sea. In which case, one of our number must walk the plank before sundown. Candidates galore, as far as I can see.

Durelin -- Shifty ninja-type. Can't understand a word she says. Lynch her, I say!
Caranlondien -- No bar aboard. No point in keeping her.
Holbytlass -- A whale hunter, you say? That's no job for a lady. Take a lie down in the women's quarters and let the men do the sailing, m'dear.
Findëasëa -- No room for occupational health and safety aboard a ship of Her Majesty's Navy. Take a stroll round the deck to clear your pretty little head of such flights of fancy.
Lhunardawen -- Can't understand why the sea-life doesn't agree with her. Look after her will you please, ladies?
Kath -- Back to work, yer scurvy knave and no more mutinous talk from you.
JennyHallu -- A pirate, ergo she must walk the plank forthwith.
Lalaith -- Ah, the Beautiful Game is indeed not best apprecited by the fairer gender. Best join Holbytlass below decks, me girl.
Diamond18 -- Another pirate! Zounds, avast with her.
Firefoot -- I trust anyone with such an eminently sensible dog. Care to swap him for Goosey gander?

*HONK! Lynch the dog! Lynch the dog!* HONK!

Gurthang -- Plank Operator. Useful chappie.
Formendacil -- Can't say I approve of stowaways. But he's blue-blooded, so can't be all bad.
Nilpaurion Felagund -- Another ninja chappie. What with all these ninjas and priates, no wonder we find ourselves in such dire straits. Hang him high.
Rune Son of Bjarne -- Don't like his insolence. But he may shape up. Back to work, wretch, and I'll consider sparing ye the cat o' nine tails.
Mormegil -- Solid fellow. Best keep him around for now.
Taliesin -- A thief and a scoundrel. Cast him adrift. He knows the score.
Saucepan Man -- An admirable fellow.
Sir Anguirel Spens (Anguirel) -- A scholar and a gentleman, and honoured by Her Majesty to boot. I'm rather taken with his shanty.
Eomer of the Rohirrim -- Needs to keep his slaves under better control. Provided he does, we will do well to keep him.
Glirdan -- Poor fellow needs to sober up. No good to man nor beast in his state. It doesn't do to be drunk on deck.

*HONK! You should know! HONK!*

Friedrich Engels (the guy who be short) -- Misguided politically, poor fellow, but may prove useful.

So I say we lynch:

JennyHallu
Diamond18
Taliesin
Durelin
Nilpaurion Felagund

What? Only four Wolves, you say? Ah well, let's start at the top and see how things work out. If the pirates and the thief turn out innocent, it'll be no loss anyway.