August, 2003.
Lott, Hillaria.
"Senator, after spending several hours, perhaps even a day or so, in Las Vegas, I can safely say that your pirate is not in Nevada."
"You idiot," Senator Swann told Leahy, "Ships can't go to Nevada!"
"Oh, can't they?"
"How did you get to Las Vegas, anyway?"
"A fleet."
"That's impossible!"
"This is a bloody fan fiction, and an rpardody at that, so what would you know?"
"Nothing, obviously. Very well, Leahy, you will take Norrington and me on an excursion around the Caribbean. And you will find this pirate, or else I'll do somehing really nsaty, evil, bad, mean, rude, and unkind to you."
"And what would that thing be?"
"Something that the author is too tired to come up with a good name for," snapped the senator in reply.
"I see. Very well, let us board the ships!"
"Senator, after spending several hours, perhaps even a day or so, in Las Vegas, I can safely say that your pirate is not in Nevada."
"You idiot," Senator Swann told Leahy, "Ships can't go to Nevada!"
"Oh, can't they?"
"How did you get to Las Vegas, anyway?"
"A fleet."
"That's impossible!"
"This is a bloody fan fiction, and an rpardody at that, so what would you know?"
"Nothing, obviously. Very well, Leahy, you will take Norrington and me on an excursion around the Caribbean. And you will find this pirate, or else I'll do somehing really nsaty, evil, bad, mean, rude, and unkind to you."
"And what would that thing be?"
"Something that the author is too tired to come up with a good name for," snapped the senator in reply.
"I see. Very well, let us board the ships!"