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Mary! For goodness sake grab that champagne bottle and belt the ship. Things can only get worse.

Captain Birdseye.

What with Urchin ???

OK, I now declare this pantomime well and truly launched! [-o<

The story begins as Blind Pew Bellinger taps his way along the road towards the Admiral Benbow Inn, aiming to become well and truly inebriated and start a fight with Captain Billy Bones Bellinger (mostly because he can drive a WAR ship faster than Pew).

Cos Billy Bones can see better. After all he was my pupil; tap.tap.

You shouldn't have let him have the secret map of the circuit with all the right braking points should you?

But he only had 1 part of the map (there,s more)

That'll be the gravel trap map then.......

Meanwhile, back at the Admiral Benbow, Cap'n Greenbit and his gang of cut throats, 'Morgan's Miscellaneous Mates and Molls', were busy at the bar snacks filling their pockets with pies, quiche, bacon rolls and an assortment of sweetmeats in readiness for a voyage aboard the good ship Ogrebegan, their destination a far land where silver stones grew on trees. Barry the Bosun (known for his love of sheep), turned to his lad Jim and shouted; "Stuff yer pockits son, we're bound fur furrin parts. A land of mountains, hills, strange plants and noxious ayres, so bring yer sheers tisd all you'll be a needin me bucko."

Unfortunately at that precise moment the tapping of white stick was heard coming up the road ...................................

did you say the tapping of a whitebait?

Unfortunately at that precise moment the tapping of white stick was heard coming up the road

How does the sound of a white stick tapping sound different from any other colour?
Pirate P.E Dantic

depends how good your herrring is........

I rather feel that some are not taking this venture seriously, indeed some appear fixated with fish, try and bear in mind that there are chests, doubloons, bottles of rum and dead men yet to feature in these pages! We have yet to encounter a parrot, a barrel of apples and un-named fifteen men doing something rather macabre. I fear that the audience will get up and leave the theatre if the pace does not pick-up fairly smartly.

Pieces of eight me hearties. Ashore ye landlubbers, hoist the Jolly Roger (Whiteside up of course).

Bob the Cabin Boy.

Gone Fishing

That's a reely good line Jack.

depends how good your herrring is........

John, what if it is a red herring?