Well, Cid, that's a tale to make wee ones piss in their beds, for sure. Sound the trump if ye be needin' a few good tars on yer wing.
A wee update from Sancho: Still waitin' me name change, but all is well.
Cap'n Davey. A wee suggestion for the Council: This here Arranmore, while friendly enough, is a bit of a dump. I swan we could be over at that nice Belfast, where they got plumbin', and even ice cubes. And no pesky mines or poopy gas to deal with on the inbound. If it got warm at Belfast, then we could hie to Inverness, or even Skye, to rest up a bit.
And to my mates, I'd like it known that we have an ally for shippin' goods and holdin' booty if needed. He's flyin' a Cryer banner, but he's available for a fee, and he's a true old shipmate 'o mine. Not sure why he's called Lightfoot, tho he does have a bit of a limp. Give him the respect due an ally, eh Mates?
Standin' by to aid 'n abet the collection o' Souls.
Sancho
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet Ms">Brotherhood of Light ~ Grenoble ~ Belfast