The Siren's Bust

[Arctic_Wolf]

Arrrr! All aboard ye station lubbers!

[MR?]

Eh?

*MR? walks aboard*

[Exitium]

Ahoy captain Wolf! May we be off to the Theif nebula? Argh!

[Hand-E-Food]

<bounce, bounce, bounce>

Hehehehehe... Looking forward to fun!

[Exitium]

Shall I commit a few minutes to this new ship? Good, ahem. . .

Gleaming in the light of the galaxy flies the most feared ship in the galaxy, The Siren's Bust. With its crew of ruthless scallywags crossing the galaxy, in search of treasure and booty. It's smooth yet scratched hull compliments neatly with its Siren figurehead, and its beautiful bow disguises its sinister intentions. The grey ship travels through hyper-space, towards any destination it wishes. For when it meets is prey, it pummels it with super hot plasma and explosive torpedos. This small ship has led to the destruction of hundreds, and her crew is not afraid to take chances.
Now, however, the ship was hiding in the Galactic Core, hiding in a dense minefield while her crew count the goods stolen from a recent raid on a Polkavian Yacht. Inside the cramped interior, looking out into the vast reaches of space, lie the dreaded first-mate Kal'luc, most feared Kasvagorian to ever live! With his sword and pistol sheathed at his side, he quietly awaits the next challenge in space. His smile may say he's a gentlemen, but his beheaded victims say otherwise! While this scallywag waited for the next fight he could fight, the sensors on the ship went wild like a Solar Storm had hit. The resident astro-navigator had found something of interest on the olde' scanners. It was quite obvious too, they were picking up tachyon emissions from a random hole in space. Should the brave crew of limeys investigate? Argh- I mean yes they should!

[MunkeeChum]

A Har my matey.

What about me?

I be a ruthless cut throat rap scallion. My name be Munkee the Scourge of Sirius.

A har.


BTW Exitium. A limey is not a pirate term. Isn't it what Americans call Brits?

[Exitium]

Limey was the term used for nineteenth century sailors at sea. Why? Because of the risk of Scurvy, they were required to eat Limes at see to provide a diet rich in Vitaman C. Pirates, however, were seldom called Limeys. It was the only term I could think of at the moment. . .

[MunkeeChum]

A har har
I lost my right leg and genitals to Scurvy.

Ahar har har