I'm just gonna go ahead and bump this thread again, for good measure.

Also, this needs to be a part of the ever-evolving story:

[12:37] {@primesuspect} HELIUM?
[12:37] {@primesuspect} WHAR?
[12:38] {@primesuspect} Sers, if thar be helium about, I'll be knowin' about it, aye, you can be sure.
[12:38] {@primesuspect} And that thar wench, she not have helium
[12:39] {@primesuspect} Aye, they say that helium ha' not a scent... But I say that be lies. I can smell a whiff o' helium from fifty paces.
[12:39] {@primesuspect} Lass, were there any helium to be had, you can be sure that I'd be the one a'havin' it.
[12:40] * +Gnome_Queenz steels teh heleeum
[12:40] {+Gnome_Queenz} I HAZ HELEEUM!
[12:40] {@primesuspect} damnable ninjas. They get tangled up in the riggin'. Aye, hop around like spider monkeys, they do.
[12:41] {@primesuspect} We ere have to be coatin' the ropes with grease to make quick work o' the ninjas
[12:41] {@primesuspect} that's only when we set sail for the eastern kingdoms, though.
[12:41] * +Gnome_Queenz uses the heleeum to blow back up her bubble
[12:41] {@primesuspect} Not much helium to be had out thar.
[12:42] {@primesuspect} Although ol' Festerin' Faye an' her Smoke Dogs did strike a motherlode out there on that island Okinawa. Got away clean, too, she did.
[12:43] {@primesuspect} Were that I were there to intercept. You betchya the Blue Oktober could outpace her Rancid Jackass any day the sun rises.
[12:43] {@primesuspect} As it were, it were just Yellow Bill and his whoreson dogs, crew made up o' misfits and vagrants.
[12:44] {@primesuspect} Couldn't catch a real pirate if their lives were dependin' on it
[12:45] {@primesuspect} Ah Iraq, now THAR'S a land just waitin' ta be tapped. Rumor has it that thar be helium under that sand, aye.
[12:45] {@primesuspect} One day the Blue Oktober will make her way to Babylon, the land o' the ancients, as it were... We'll get to the truth, you can be sure.
[12:45] {+Gnome_Queenz} (how do we get him to shut up?)
[12:47] {+tiberiuslazarus} (talk in parentheses, he can't read it )
[12:47] {@primesuspect} Har! The wench tells Papa Prime ta be silent! I oughtta ha' ye roped and hung about the rigging fer good luck on our next voyage!
[12:47] {@primesuspect} Course, yer no maiden
[12:47] {@primesuspect} perhaps we'd better not. The Blooded Curse and all....