Arrrgh... So this wee chest arrives in the mail from Scallywag Sims, The Sour Scourge of yon Flyin Saucer.

And it was full of plunder!






Gifts of all kinds in there. A crochet hook kilt pin, fine bonney boney scarves, some silver trinkets, and the most amazing sporran.

I would have posted sooner, but I had an accident.

Scallywag Sims, could ye make the wee bag any larger? I was plundering around the inside and fell in. I was lost in there for near an hour, stumbling around in the dark. The wife saw the bag a moving around like it had a voodoo curse on the couch, and pulled me out by a dreadlock left hanging out.

The Snakey Haired Wench immediately took claim on the red scarf for her self, to cover her wee snakey childrens. When she goes in for surgery on the 20th, she'll be wearing red... This is war and there are no prisoners. She needed a little something for her courage.