Sir Walter: Oh yes? And who will be your captain? Hmph! To my mind,
there is only one seafarer with few enough marbles
to attempt the journey to Walton On The Naze?.
Edmund: Ah yes, and who is that?
Sir Walter: Why, Rum, of course. Captain Redbeard Rum.
Edmund: Well done. Just testing. And where would I find him on a
Tuesday?
Sir Walter: Well, if I remember his habits, he's usually up the Old
Sea Dog.
Edmund: Ah yes, and where is the Old Sea Dog?
Sir Walter: Well, on Tuesdays he's normally in bed with the Captain.
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[cut to a table in a dark room. Rum is sitting with his back against
a wall]
Rum: Aaaaaaahrrrrr Aaaaaaahrrrrr Aaaaaaaaaaahrrrrr. Me laddy.
Blackadder: Ah-haah-ah, indeed. So, Rum, I wish to hire you and
your ship. Can we shake on it? [holds out hand]
Rum: aah-ahhh! [strokes his hand] You have a woman's hand, milord!
I'll wager these dainty pinkies never weighed anchor
in a storm.
Blackadder: Well, you're right there.
Rum: Ha ha ha. -Aah! Your skin milord. I'll wager it ne'er
felt the lash of a cat ['o' nine tails], been rubbed
with salt, and then flayed off by a pirate chief to make
fine stockings for his best cabin boy.
Blackadder: How canny, I don't know how you do it, but you're right
again.
Rum: Why should I let a stupid cockerel like you aboard me boat?
Blackadder: Perhaps for the money in my purse [holding it up]
Rum: Ha. -Aah! You have a woman's purse! [takes it from him and
examines it daintily] I'll wager that purse has never been
used as a rowing-boat. I'll wager it's never had sixteen
shipwrecked mariners tossing in it.
Blackadder: Yes, right again, Rum. I must say when it comes to tales of
courage I'm going to have to keep my mouth shut.
Rum: Oh! You have a woman's mouth, milord! I'll wager that
mouth never had to chew through the side of a ship
to escape the dreadful spindly killer fish.
Blackadder: I must say, when I came to see you, I had no idea I was going
to have to eat your ship as well as hire it. And since you're
clearly as mad as a mongoose I'll bid you farewell [gets up]
Rum: Aaah, courtiers to the Queen, you're nothing but lapdogs to a
slip of a girl.
Blackadder: Better a "lapdog to a slip of a girl", than a... Git.
Rum: So you do have some spunk in you! Don't worry, laddie,
I'll come, I'll come [holds out his hand]
Blackadder: Well, let us set sail as soon as we can. [they shake]
I will fetch my first mate, and then I'll return
as fast as my legs will carry me.
Rum: Ah! [pointing] You have a woman's legs, my lord! I'll
wager those are legs that have never been sliced clean off
by a falling sail, and swept into the sea before your
very eyes.
Blackadder: [crossly] Well, neither have yours.
Rum: That's where you're wrong [throws aside table showing
his lack of legs]
Blackadder: Oh my God!
Rum: No point in changing your mind now; no one else will
come. The whole thing's suicide anyway. What's the
first mate's name?
Redbeard, before anyone else says it, you have altogether far too much spare time /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif and Oi be totally lorst now /forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Brilliant effort /forums/images/graemlins/cool.gif