Message to: Davey Jones, or whatever DJC Crew be out there ta here:
Comm ID: Sancho Panza
Davey, and Mates,
I been puttin' it off, but there's just no gettin' by the truth of it.
Ol' Sancho is tradin' in his cutlass fer an apron, lads.
An old dear friend o' mine has returned to Sirius, and is thinkin' about stayin'. But only if ol' Sancho will give up his piratin' ways, and give her a wee hand with her business venture. So, mates, I been actin' a lot o' things of late, cept undead. I be croupier, barman, scullery wench.. whatever needs doin'.
I got some hope 'bout this "undead" state as well, Mates. I been studyin' the ways o' that new Goddess.. and found she has "connections" w/ a Clinico somewheres called "Emerald City". Apparently they can rearrange the little teeny bits that make us up, and may be able to give ol' Sancho back some o' the skin he been losin', as well as a mortal soul again. Skye be likin' that idea as well.
My mate, Cid.. I can't speak fer ye.. but hope yer seein' what ol Sancho sees... the writin' on the wall. We be the Davey Jones crew.. Davey be gone so long, not sure he's even alive. The Kraken ain't n'more. The wet fish nor Kiminy nor Methos don't seem to be n'more either. That 's part o' why I decided as I did.. to go back to Belfast 'n Hope's Haven.
So, me old mates, if ye've ever a mind to visit ol' Sancho, just set yer helm fer Belfast, as that's the only place fer me now. Sorry, Davey, but even the undead must live what of ther lives they's can manage.