by Sir Henry Morgan » Mon Jun 24, 2013 4:31 am
Me plan be simple - I moved me trade routes to load all the food of Goroum and trade it away; what we could not take, me battle fleets torched and destroyed, until no food existed in Goroum. I smiled as I watched me plan began to unfold.
I chuckled as the loyalists began to shred Juicylettuce. As he wiggled and squirmed, i began to laugh until the tears flowed down me face as the loyalists argued whether he be iceburg, romaine or frisee lettuce. As I walked to the top of the hill, I laughed me weasley black guts out as Juicylettuce screamed as if bein' keel-hauled as the fat loyalists dumped vinegar and oil across 'is person, and sprinkled 'im with salt and cracked pepper.
Wilted and jilted by his loyal fat eaters, Juicylettuce was tossed off the hill. I set up the Royal Distillery and place the imperial guard in place. While our stay may be short, we now had a new story to tell over a glass of bumbo.