Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jul 17, 2006 20:59:42 GMT -5
For a brief moment, Rick was silent, a faint clicking noise at the edge of hearing as his brain struggled to rationalize this. Then he frowned, in obvious confusion.
"Barbossa? Why...d'ye 'ave a life-sized statue of me wife? Does she know about this? An' am I gonna 'afta do somthin' about it?"
"Barbossa? Why...d'ye 'ave a life-sized statue of me wife? Does she know about this? An' am I gonna 'afta do somthin' about it?"