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Road-Worthy Galleons are wooden sailing vessels made to Elizabethan standards, with extra large wooden wheel attached to the side of the hull and bough of the ship. The boat is propelled using the sails attached to its ever-so-large masts.
They come in a range of styles, from the large delivery vessels,
that can be used instead of large trucks; smaller van-like boats that can be used to deliver goods from depots to supermarkets and shops; right down to the small and agile Viking Knorr that can be used by families or by postman to navigate the winding streets and closes of medi-evil cities, such as Edinburgh or York.
Taxis and busses should also be available, in the form of row boats and Longboats respectively.
With road-worthy galleons, you can truly say that your ship has come in.
Land Yachting
http://www.halfbake...dea/Land_20Yachting
Not the same thing at all. [phoenix, Jul 21 2002]
from the Pythons "Meaning of Life"
http://www.stone-de...rance/pictures.html
I don't think [ sctld ] had anything so large in mind [po, Jul 21 2002]
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"Low bridge, everybody down.
Low bridge, 'cuz we're comin' to a town..." |
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Yar! Lets sail the Seven streets in search of land lubbers to pillage, me hearties!
yes yes yes yes YES!
sctld how would you like your doughy comestible? lanced on a cutlass,or perhaps thrown off the plank? |
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croissant, great idea and I love the title. |
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I think that is really funny - the woolies on the portside bow idea. but remember port is the left side of the ship and the stern is the back. you can't have it both ways even if you are a scot. |
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I would want a coracle version ... |
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po: The rear of a ship has both a left side and a right side, so therefor it is perfectly reasonable to have a portside stern. |
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Hm. I wonder who voted against this. The mystery lives on... |
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Well it wasn't me. I second TEA's motion to pillage, and would also like to propose some good old fashioned destruction as well. |
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Does 'the plank' come standard or optional extra? That would be damned handy for back seat drivers. [tosses [sctld] a croissant and a barrel or rum] |
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Planks for all! and those scurvy blackguards (pronounced here 'Blaggyards') who gave this fine idea a fishbone be first to walk it!
Blissmiss, kaz and Mephista, will ye be me mateys in this fine voyage for pillage and booty? |
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me and [ sctld ] will go and play with ourselves then? |
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I was rather envisaging you both, along with another two booty-thirsty halfbaked bandits, in a rival Road-Worthy Galleon,
<Evil Grin> That or you could let us plunder you mercilessly? </Evil Grin> |
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well, if we are to be rivals: I choose SC and QB and I know whose side my money is on! WAR! |
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Quick you land-lubbing good for nothings! bring me the monkey spy! I need a report! ..... Custard Cannons on the port bough! . . . .
FIRE! |
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"fire to the portside of stern." "eh!"" just do as you are told, landlubber - scot"" what? stern has neither left or right? that cannot be right can it?"" put [ sctld ] on the bloody plank and make him walk!" |
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Alas, looks like I am running a crew of 2.. well monkey we shall walk the plank together with bravery and .....
Yar! stuff that, the monkey goes first! I challenge you to a duel Pirate po...
Cushion trebuchets at 30 paces! be ye baker enough to accept? |
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Shiver ye timbers, ye yeller lubbers. I'll swig me grog while I flog ye, then keelhaul ye under the ship, I will. |
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what are you talking about, the monkey is my father. hello dad! |
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& thumb is my fifth finger. |
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Arrrrrr. Is that a hook in ye pocket or are you glad to see me. Arrrrrr |
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Bastages! Even me own monkey spy be in ye pay! I am a cornered rat so I am and must leave the sinking ship...
Haul out the Plank Pirate po, ye be a worthy opponent and a cunning blackguard for sure! |
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walk that plank T E A . respect to yer! bye bye |
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High 5, mighty thumb. <g> |
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<Dwindling noise> I'll be back to get ye............
splish </Dwindling noise> |
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<sprinkles fish food> hah |
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High five, me arse. All I got is me hook. Arrrrrrr - begone ye Englishman - funny lad, methinks he was always a broad. |
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I can just see it now. Roving packs of dingy sailors. Sorta a marriage made in hell of the Hell's Angels and English Privateers. |
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Favored Costume of choice: loose pants and vests. Oh god! The 70's are comming back! |
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All the same you get a 'sant. Bless your black heart for comming up with this. |
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Gilbert and Sullivan would finally get their wish. (When W. S. Gilbert originally wrote "The Pirates of Penzance", it was called "The Pirates of Redruth". He then discovered that Redruth is not on the coast.) |
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I'm sure Gilbert was ahead of his time. Give it a few hundred years and what with coastal erosion and global warming raising sea levels, I'm sure Redruth will gain the port it so richly deserves. |
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Well, it's currently at 600 feet elevation, about four miles from a granite cliff, so don't hold your breath. |
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The Himalayas used to be under the sea. Holding your breath might not be too wise, but stranger things have happened, eh. |
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The Goon Show did something along these lines in one of their old sketches when they decided to take her majesty's prison on a holiday to the south of France and left behind, in its place, a cardboard replica. |
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"Ahhh, there's nothing better than to be jostling along the Queen's highway in one of her majesty's prisons on a fine summer afternoon." |
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The galleon part comes in when they cross the English Channel in the prison. |
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I wrote a sci-fi story in which the characters travelled the 'desert sea' in contraptions somewhere between actual sailing vessels and something you'd see on Junkyard Wars. Planks standard, and I'll hold out 'n see if they'll throw in a parrot.
Here's another + |
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How many miles to the galleon? |
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Damnit! I scrolled all through those annos hoping nobody had beat me to the MPG comment... |
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