But these blasted moogle things I did be hirin' fer construction ain't got so much in tha' ways o gusto, and that be a pity. I done be workin' hard as I can and orderin' these little lugs around, but we already missed yer mall openin' deadline, and now I be losin' sales what could've been!
(OOC: blech, this mall designer is neat... but useless o_O; for me, anyway @_@' I think I might have to draw something up myself, or steal images from the internet :P Until then, y'all just have to use your imaginations!)
Argh, me crew search ain't be goin' so well neither. Blasted lolligaggin'lubbers, yellow-bellied snartches, an' great greasy gangfools be applyin', but none with real skills ta' show!
Bah, but I be guessin' I gotta hire somebody; amazin' as ol' Bikke may be, I can't be runnin' a shanty all on me lonesome. Mayhaps I kin' hire some o' these fools for now 'til I find me a real workin' force.
- Mood:
busy
First, I find me one "sweet pad", as i't'were, and that ol' shanty be not too far from tha' mighty roarin' sea! Once I find me a wharf for me ship then it be all the better!
On top o' that, mates, ol' Bikke's ears be pickin' up that NORG be swimmin' 'round back in town, openin' his blasted self an'ther mall!
An' since it be needin' shops ta be put up, ol' Bikke's gonna be the early
If'n me plan gets rockin' on me waves jus' right, I'll be gettin' me very own shanty at the mall where'n I can follow me pride an' joy 'n' open up a grub dive!
A word o' wisdom te' all ye' lubbers out there:
If'n ye' like yer guts bein' full o' mundungus, ye kin' stay away. But fer them who be want'n real victuals that be right throatsome, ye'd best see me fer some eats that be a real snorter!
- Mood: accomplished
I be pad ponderin' me a place to dock me'self these past moons, and pickins be slim. I'd be gaffaluddled if'n I don't find me a nice charmin' wharf somewhere soon. Maychance there be a place by the sea.
Yar, me hart beckons. That be settlin' it! I be sailin' out right this tickin'! My belly be achin' fer a checkin' fer a place my heart be clickin' in.
Arrrrr, would ya' take a gander at that! I be a poet and I ain't know'it! Yar har har har har!
Yar, now where be me keys?
I do be likin' this "hog" I done
It ain't be no ship, but it beats walkin' where there ain't be no water fer sailin'!
Much like tha' greatest pirate o' all time, the Dread Pirate Roberts, I be spent the last few years buildin' me immunity ta' poison.
This mini bad breath ain't gonna be no problem on me powerful lungs.
Watch and learn, ya' yellow-bellied landlubbers!
Git yer grit on, ya ghastly little green grub!
*Breathes some of the air coming from the vents*
Arr, ya' see? I be just rootin' tootin' lickity splootin'!
......
*falls over*
But Bikke been here this whole time!
Long story, mates, but if ye' care to listen I'll be weighin' anchor in yer' earholes for a spiff.
A bit o'while ago, ol' NORG noticed he be needin' to send off that spec what exploded and made us all invisible. See, yer repairman didn't got no clue what be wrong with the bloody thing, so NORG hadda put it right back ta' yer spec's warehouse where the special technicians could be seein' it with ther' own eyes. But them specs gotta be sent by sea, ta' an' island that be hard to find. So NORG used the ol' Dart-at-some-photos methid and he figured to choose me to sail out 'n' hand 'er off.
Only problem, mates, was that spec thing right done kept leakin' tha whole way, and I spent 3 days straight at sea breathin' the gaseous stuff. 'pon gettin' back t'yer mall, I been invisible again this whole time! I tried ta' let ya' lubbers know Bikke was 'ere, but with them other sea-loving galutes out ya' didn't be noticin' any of them small hauntin's all week. But yer' blunderin' mall's magic stoppin'... whatever it be... done worn off, and Bikke's back in business.
Thanks to ye' fellows who wanted to protect this ol' pirate, I'll be helpin' ye' all out.
Now, them other pirates be distractin' thimselves with yer stupid world's war, and while that be the case, I'll be findin' this higher up and be duellin' him fer leadership. Once he's sleepin' with the fishes, I'll order them other pirates to be on ther' merry way. I be thinkin' they won't find it much, bein' the case o' this war is killin' lots o' them off anyway.
Now, where's me cheese toaster and pickle dabber?
- Mood:
determined
Ack, some of ye' shipmates be quite tha' people! Ol' Bikke be proud so many o' ye' be willin' to help me stop me' ol' clan o' pirates ferm keelhaulin' me and kickin' me lickity split upside down 'n' guttin' me thin' plasterin' me remains inside out on ther' flagpole. Even after I be missin' and ye' all think I was hidin' like a pea-livered petunia ye' still wanted ta' help. Arr, it be like grog fer me heart.
But Bikke been here this whole time!
Long story, mates, but if ye' care to listen I'll be weighin' anchor in yer' earholes for a spiff.
A bit o'while ago, ol' NORG noticed he be needin' to send off that spec what exploded and made us all invisible. See, yer repairman didn't got no clue what be wrong with the bloody thing, so NORG hadda put it right back ta' yer spec's warehouse where the special technicians could be seein' it with ther' own eyes. But them specs gotta be sent by sea, ta' an' island that be hard to find. So NORG used the ol' Dart-at-some-photos methid and he figured to choose me to sail out 'n' hand 'er off.
Only problem, mates, was that spec thing right done kept leakin' tha whole way, and I spent 3 days straight at sea breathin' the gaseous stuff. 'pon gettin' back t'yer mall, I been invisible again this whole time! I tried ta' let ya' lubbers know Bikke was 'ere, but with them other sea-loving galutes out ya' didn't be noticin' any of them small hauntin's all week. But yer' blunderin' mall's magic stoppin'... whatever it be... done worn off, and Bikke's back in business.
Now, them other pirates be distractin' thimselves with yer stupid world's war, and while that be the case, I'll be findin' this higher up and be duellin' him fer leadership. Once he's sleepin' with the fishes, I'll order them other pirates to be on ther' merry way. I be thinkin' they won't find it much, bein' the case o' this war is killin' lots o' them off anyway.
Now, where's me cheese toaster and pickle dabber?
- Mood: determined
Once I know me times and me slave-wage, I got me picked some dives.
I be likin' the look o' that Adamantite. Them Sector 7 rooms also be lookin' mighty liveable.
But methinks yer' "Fal'Cie" place at the bay look the mightiest grand. It be right on the sea, and it be a grand party-spot! Even gets me' own stretch'o beach!
But them bloody business rats take one look at me and be sayin' it be way out o' me "price range". So I sucker-punched tha' lubber n' gave'm a what-fer he'll never ferget with me cheese toaster. Naw, Bikke don't kill no busypigs, what'n with ther' power'n the news and buddies'n law and high-ups, but I did give'm a good scarin', and 'e tells me all muggyhead'd that I'd best be findin' meself sim' respect'nable bunkmates.
I don't got no ship no more, but maybe if'n I find me some land-crew, we could be "earnin'" some pieces o' eight on th'side 'til I be findin' a new'n, and before'n we could be sharin' some room at th'beach. One room for Bikke, another for the rest o' me crew. Some day soon, perchance.
'til then I gotta be figurin' me slave-wage!
Capt'n o' cooks, what in blazes be ye' payin' me?!
...I just be happy them birds be out o' me way.
- Mood:
annoyed
Next I be lookin' fer some sleepin' quarters.
( OOC note about Bikke's dishes. )
- Mood: accomplished
I mayn't look the part, but me ale-hole be a veritable maelstrom of fine taste! As fer' me grub-grabbers, they be knowin' how to throw togit' flesh and grass ta' be right a right throatsome. That's right, Bikke's midship-made grub be a real snorter!
Watch out ya' lubbers, me culinary craftin's a comin'!
- Mood: determined
- Music:"You are a Pirate"
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