The Admiral Benbow

[Bluenose]

OK, Oi'll have a grog, grog, grog, grog, whisky, grog, rum, grog, grog and grog, with spam...

[DaveL]

mmmmmm...Spam...

[Rev. Rowan Redbeard]

With any luck, you've got a kettle that hasn't been used as a spittoon. Any chance of a cup of green tea?

[Bruder Cuzzen]

Ye be lookin' fer the tea howse on Treasure Island .Argh!

[Aggie]

Oi think there's a box from the Armay Tea Co. below the bar, but it's only green acause 'o the leak in the tap line that's been dripping on it since mid-year.

[Darlica]

With any luck, you've got a kettle that hasn't been used as a spittoon. Any chance of a cup of green tea?

Tea! TEA? At T' Admiral Benbow's? Those crazy newcomers... Tea be what you get at Madame Fiffi's if you stay until mornin'. Ye see it's a sure way t' shoo away t' lingerin' guests...

Well, well, green tea it was! Ye want rum in it? Or Oi can make it even greener with some green curaso if ye like?

[Rev. Rowan Redbeard]

Surely you have something for a pirate who doesn't drink alcohol? Besides a cutlass through the spleen, that is.

[Pachyderm]

How can there be a pyrate whut doesn't drink rum? That's gotta be illegal..... Ahh, very clever Cap'n Redbeard, usin' our prediliction fer the law-breakin' agin us. Yer a one ter watch, an' no mistake.

[Aggie]

'ey, Pachy matey.....  been out to sea lately?  Gert, a mug o' grog for Pachy here....


An' tap a keg o' that root-ale for the red one.

[Pachyderm]

Aye, lad. Been all at sea fer a while now. Tis roight foine ter have the ol' Benbow bar under me elbows.

*raises mug*

An' a thank'ee fer the grog, matey.

*lowers empty mug*

Ahh, me liver's in fer a rough one this evenin'!

Can Oi get thee one in return?

[Aggie]

Always!  But there starts a dangerous exchange, laddie....  good thing I loves danger!

[Bruder Cuzzen]

Yarr Pachy , Tis good to have ye back with the fleet !

[Pachyderm]

Arr, an' hail to thee an' ahhll, Brudder Cuzzin. Pull up a pew.

Gertie, love, loine em up, an' keep 'em coming, there's a dahr-linn

[Darlica]

Gertie is busy elsewhere, hon, ye lot is stuck with me Darla!

Surely you have something for a pirate who doesn't drink alcohol? Besides a cutlass through the spleen, that is.

Oi guess Oi can give ye a gin and grapefruit grog without the gin...

Arr, an' hail to thee an' ahhll, Brudder Cuzzin. Pull up a pew.

Gertie, love, loine em up, an' keep 'em coming, there's a dahr-linn

More beer on tha' way!

[Aggie]

Gertie is busy elsewhere, hon, ye lot is stuck with me Darla!

"Interviewin" some new scullery-boys, is she?  We's be happy to be stuck anywhere with ye, Darl.