The door Bursts open and in walk three men wearing long oil cloth rain coats that swung open reveal knee high boots black leather pants a Green waist sash and bright red poet style shirts.

They're linked arm in arm and singing loudly
[B]Oh Elcid Barrett cried the town
how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
for twenty brave men all fishermen who
would make for him the Antelope's crew
god damn them all
I was told we'd cruise the seas
for american gold we'd fire no guns
shed no tears
now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
the last of Barrett's privateers[/B]

They all pause their eyes on Guinevere the two on the ends grinning at the one in the middle who chuckles [B]Aye and into view hove a vessel most faire O' bim her lines a pleasing Silhouette to the watch[/B] 

[B]Nare hav I gleamed so luverly a site a gray seas an tall[/B] laughs the man on the right

[B] Avast yer eyes an tongues ner well skallywags an ta tha spigot wit ya or is in tha skuppers yer'll wash[/B] says Drake from his table in a growling bark which causes the men to stiffen in response.

[B]Aye Kipin we're be at tha Motts as yer please[/B] says the man in the middle to Drake.

Drake chuckles in a deep baritone that vibrates through the room before turning to Guinevere an saying
[B]Please Miss Nay be a worry in yer nob fer tha men at my command they be armless as babes an only loose O' tongue befrit O' manners an long at sea.[/B]

[@Dyuti]