Bougainville

Keep spare monocles for when you'll read the various uses of sink/sank/sunk.

I predicted this at the start of the panamean campaign

успокойтесь, господа... ooops

Why oh why do I keep checking on National News on weekends? Or any other day of the week, for that matter...

Relax, Ranger, Some are taking it more seriously than others.

There's a strong yet bitter flavour emanating from this thread. Just like my morning coffee.

If playing piñata on a screening fleet by waving a conquest flag under its nose, is a crowning achievement for you guys, this speaks volumes about your standards.

You may keep it with you at all times. It shall help resolve -in the most objective manner- this timeless question : "How much does a piece of paper help you afloat when you walk the plank?". All done in the name of Science, naturally.

Honestly, this is just another failed feature for the devs to fix. Let's report it to them and move on, gentlemen.

Yes. That is presently called 'Jamaica'.

Dear Capitaines, I propose that, since we've already come a long way from the east, keep on moving around the map so that we achieve a complete tour ( -including Bermuda, if possible- before the reset. Because why not.

Please do.

Care to elaborate?

Of course. Who else?

/tipofthehat EDIT : /tipofthewig

Effin' demoga...degomo...domogo... Democritus!

No, he's only pissed off because as self-appointed director of our carebear's boot camp, he didn't get a pay raise.

Oh, and to think I wanted to create a clan named Kerfuffling Kiwi Keels. What do you mean I "can't use these letters" ? *sarcasm too

Yes, that's not called 'Tactics', that's called 'Strategy'

They've all left and said 'thanks for the fish'

10/10 would Kumbaya again

Unfortunately for yours, it is also the opinion of many.

And to think this all began with an Italian sailing west.... EDIT: Hey mods, since you removed the message above, mine makes no sense anymore. Remove as well.

Here's how it goes: Ode (from the Brits)* Please do not blame us, Horatio! For shame and guilt of past misdeed The only lecture that we heed Is of us reaping what we sow. We bashed the Dons, stomped over Spain Had a great time making them feel Our iron fist bring them to heel Yet to see them arise again. Now is the tide that brings to bear The summer of our discontent As we struggle without relent To keep the foe out of our lair. Having our hands tied by the Dane And our back pummeled by ruffians (That we all know to be Russians!) Comes Egypt's second plague**, our bane! On waters and forums alike Despite the swings of Mighty Bouff Blowing hot air up to the roof, The Frogs have ceased to be on strike! 'You must hate them like the devil!' Alas, it seems, to no avail Did Nelson's word, as we set sail Help us above water level. Seawater is blood of us Brits! As bitter bile saved no-one yet, We swear never again to let Contempt alone lift our spirits. *if I may borrow from Byron... **See Mousey, I can do biblical references too.

Nice incentive. Though I can now see a swarm of basic cutters on the horizon.