Blackthorn's Corsair

[Blackthorn]

As some of you can see, I, Sir Stephen Blackthorn, have come into possession of a ship formerly used by ... pirates. I won't say how I've come into possession of this fine craft only that you are all welcome to come aboard and make Blackthorn's Corsair CCS your home at the docks. What does CCS stand for? Thats easy. Cafe and Coffee Shop. It was cheaper to buy a cappuccino machine than replace the sails.

Latte anyone?

Since someone seems to have stolen the tavern, feel free to meet here.

[Ruby/Fionna]

Leave it to you, Blackthorn, to steal a ship with no sails! Oh well, rum for me, dear man! And don't be waterin' it!

[Blackthorn]

Twas a pain ta row back here, too. Here's one rum for the fiery redhead.

[Ruby/Fionna]

Laddy Buck, I'm thinkin' all that rowin' addled yer brain. That was a very nice whiskey . . . BUT I ASKED FOR RUM!

[Blackthorn]

After a couple, it all tastes like rum. Have another.

[Ruby/Fionna]

Maybe to your dented palate it all tastes the same. Good luck, my friend. With this kind of "service," the Corsair will be on the bottom of the harbor before long. Adieu!

[Blackthorn]

Wait just one moment please. Methinks I see the belated delivery boy with the load of rum previously ordered.

IF YOU SPILL ANY O' THAT IT HAD BETTER BE IN A MUG FOR THE CAPN O' THE RED WYTCH!!!!!!!!

If ye'll have a seat, you'll get your rum in a moment.

[Ruby/Fionna]

Delivery boy? That's me own cabin boy. You! Squirrel Monkey! Bring that cask over here and let me see the mark on it! Blackthoooooorne!? You and Tremblay tryin' to pull a fast one on this old sea dog? I'll flay the hide off both of ya!

[Blackthorn]

I swear I got a receipt here somewhere. Lets see ... shopping list, dry cleanind list ... Uh oh. Drink away capn. I'll be right back with my recipt as soon as I get my milk, eggs and bread back from the dry cleaners. I gotta keep those lists seperate from now on.

[Ruby/Fionna]

That's my seal, alright. Put that cask down right here, Monkey, and go fetch Lancelot Tremblay. AT ONCE! And you better not say one word about why or ye be fish food afore nightfall. Blasted kids! Canna trust 'em fer nuthin.