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New Hampshire wrote: | Argh I be pardin'n ye forgivness Aaron, I was stuck in the engine room swabbing the remains of last nights mid rats off the deck after the boys got a wee too much torp juice in em and the seas got a wee bit too rough. I tell ye, that stuff may have been good goin' in, but it sure ain't pretty comin' out! Good news be the Admiral owed me a favor (I whittled him a new peg leg!) and sent along a few bottles of his finest Cognac! I know its not up ter the standards of our bilge pump oil....errr, rum......but I be sharin' anyways mateys! Enjoy! Brian |
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Peg Leg? This Admiral got no peg leg, just standard equipment here, always been fast enough of foot to keep both. Raiding the Admiral's Cabin whilst me is out Saving The World? Egad!! Blast!! First the comely wench disappears, then me best likker is fed to the swamp rats. Grrrrrrr!! |
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And wa' zacly the issha wit' pins o' pine? Rather fancy mine, spesh since she's hollow!
ARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mr. Jeaton I'll have you know that the Supermarine Stranraer is in to the booth for the first of many coats. Everything seen from upside down is aluminium dope, two coats so far. Next the dark sea grey on the uppers o' the lower. it's a rum thing for a bipe, the lower wing has a spar what you'd duck under and the upper wing, well she just keeps formation up there. Lucky no gun position up there this time around.
Still waiting for that damn Ukrainian to sell me those brassy little Lewis guns.
What's next for you? The Fort is/was a Beau(t).
But On Topic, the Whit is off her sprues and I'm marking the surgery required for the Falcon vacs. Pics tomorrow night.
I kinda missed that you fobbed off, and yes you did Sir; your duty for a competition on that mongrelly little flea trap. Not favorable, Sir. I'm inclined to pose another Captainsd challenge soon. Stay alert boys. This Neu fella never showed up for 'is ration, may need a turn on the gratings, we'll see.
Rumours of Nam are welcome, although the LtCmr chose not to share 'is wearabuuts. Neverland, I reckon.