Bloody Lurking Norsemen are no match for Irish Temper under full sail. I'd like to see them try something, I'm spoiling for a good rumble. ;) Just like anything else, you grab 'em by the horns, you get attention...Shouldn't have to come to that though, a flutter o' the eyelashes and the helmets are mine.

Sea story? An entire summer in the Atlantic. From Woods Hole to Destin, Florida. Sun and cold, wind and rain, salt on my skin, and the worst sunburn I ever had in my life. Pale lassie neglected the sunscreen severely. My crewmates were college kids with no clue, spent most of the time hanging over the side feeding the fish what they had eaten for dinner. Cap'n Jake taught me "Stormy Weather" one night while playing cribbage. "She rolls away with a roar and a crack, but there ain't no bargemen up on her deck, Stormy Weather boys, Stormy Weather, When the wind blows, the barge will go...." Elle