Cap’s Pub

Hello, Cap Hillis here again. I have to tell you that while I’m quite pleased to see Packer and Panna’s story told in pictures, I am quite disappointed that there are so few images of either one of those fine folks. Instead, we see Scatter Willkins and that dreaded, awful swordstress, Talon, and ships and battles…

My pub does appear very briefly, for which I can’t complain, but it’s mostly old Dog gets the attention. You’d think that if they wanted to show pictures of my pub, they might show a picture of its proprietor.  Not that I’m all that much to look at, but still, Hen and I spend a great deal of time here. Anyways, take a look yourself. Tell me what you think.

Picture Story of Nearing Vast and Packer’s Adventures

When I was young, and lookin’ for a place to collect my thoughts and avoid a few chores, I couldn’t do better than that little bed of pebbles next to the creek, right under the footbridge about a half mile up. I never did read much back then unless I had to, but I can understand that if you’re the readin’ sort, takin’ a book to such a spot would be a pleasant experience. Seems our friend Billy Goat is not so gruff at such times. Least ways, not always. Take a read about his readin’… it’s right kindly.

 http://www.booksunderthebridge.com/

–Cap

Another rumor for the mill. A sturdy soul name of Jake Chism has weighed in on the Kingdom of Nearing Vast and the doings hereabouts. You can even scratch out a little note to him, if you go to his place of business…

http://bookshelfreview.blogspot.com/

–Cap

A lass by the name of April Gardner has been whispering about Firefish, and about our Packer Throme and his Panna. You can listen in…

http://www.titletrakk.com/hand_that_bears_polivka.html

–Cap

Excellent idea, Becky…

Check out the Captain’s Log for a few snapshots.

–Bryan

The Town and Country Public Library of Elburn Illinois is a fine establishment, and I recommend it highly. Many thanks to those who stopped by, and particularly to Sue and Kathy and Cathy, who run the place. A delightful autumn afternoon.

–Bryan

Cap again. Just saw that writer who spends so much time here. He told me he’s going home. Now, I haven’t traveled farther than the Nearing Plains for supplies since I was born, and my father ran this pub before me. So it’s hard for me to imagine what it’s like to head back to your hometown after being gone more than thirty years. Thirty! Well, he’s doing it, and I know he’s got a lot of memories just spinnin’ in his noggin. So I just swatted him on the back and told him good luck. Head over to the Captain’s Log, for more details. If you’re from there, or will be there, a little place called Elburn, you might stop in and say hey. I doubt you’ll find many brigands, pirates, or Firefish, but do let me know if you run into any. Stop by afterward and give me the story. I try to keep up with these things.

–Cap Hillis 

Hi, Cap here. Well, there’s been a lot of activity for a while, but things have slowed down considerably now. Finally. Not that I mind the business, it’s just that there comes a time when a few regulars swapping stories about Firefish is fine with me. Since being appointed the official loremaster of all these events, I’ve been doing double duty, minding the pub while trying to fill in the missing pieces. Thank goodness or Hen, or I’d never have kept up.

I’ve just about wrapped up the Muster, with the roll of characters? I thought that would be particularly helpful for readers who want to refresh their memories between volumes one and two, or two and three… when the final installment finally arrives. The Warcraft is almost finished as well. Let me know what you think.

–Cap Hillis 

Congratulations, Amber!  Here’s your entry, entitled “Mutiny on the Viva!”

Ahoy, me mateys! Are ye burnin’ out from pillagin’ and ransackin’? Do ye feel trapped by yer jobs? Tied down by yer low pay an’ no chance o’ advancement? Arrh!Join yer fellow mateys next Saturdee fer mutiny again’ Ol’ Cap’n Pegfemur. No more committin’ o’ crimes ter fill his scurvy coffers.  We’ll make the cap’n walk the plank, convert his ol’ barge inter a sleek cruise ship, an’ do good fer a change. We’ll sail the high seas chargin’ the landlubbers a mighty bucket o’ cash fer a ride, then entertain disadvantaged wee mateys in themed summer camps on the Viva herself!Ye know, as a matter o’ course, yer not ter speak o’ this ter Cap’n Pegfemur. He ne’er forgave me fer causin’ the need fer his peg femur in the first place. ‘Tis still but a scurvy subject between us. I only meant ter swat the mosquiter with me sword. ‘Twas not me fault the cap’n moved his leg.But me thinks I digress. So prepare yerselves fer freedom, an’ join yer fellow mateys fer mutiny on the Viva. Arrh!

Very clever… and your prizes await. For a list of them, go to Nearing Vast, the Captain’s Log.  Many thanks to all who participated, thanks to Harvest House and particularly Dave Bartlett… and congratulations again to our three winners. –Bryan  

The “Talk Like a Pirate” contest winners were chosen for their excellent grasp of the pirate language, and their ability to reach out to their wayward mates with a positive message. Here’s a winning entry from Aaron H! (Drum roll, please…)

Do you fear death? Do you fear that dark abyss? You should. ’Specially seein’ as yer not immortal and yees now have to worry about yer immortal souls. Fortunately, I know someone who can offer you an escape. So, instead, of raiding, pillaging, plundering, and otherwise pilfering your weaselly, black guts out, why don’t you just call on Jesus! It’s a whole lot easier than joining Davy Jones’s crew and it doesn’t cost you a shilling! He’ll accept your apologies at any time as long as you’re sincere, so there’s not much point in waiting for “the opportune moment.” Additionally, you won’t have to be in constant vexation over the dichotomy of good and evil any longer, because you’ll have someone else’s moral center to rely upon. Why go around hopelessly shooting undead monkeys to relieve yer stress when you can have the knowledge that yer goin’ to Heaven instead of that other place. Eternal salvation provides a lot more comfort than any jar of dirt ever could. Believe me; you want you to find salvation, because the finding of salvation finds you incapacitorially finding and/or locating in your discovering, a detecting of a way to save yer soul. Savvy?

Congratulations, Aaron! Great job. –Bryan