to think IPOAT gels will never marry well if they continue to be so fast?

[CaptainHornblower]

Worry not, DonDiego, the gels still do their best out there.

What say we blindfold the whole bally lot of them and dance until dawn?

(You're the one on the right)

Hark! Don De Esta La Biblioteca has ridden into town to avenge the death of his sister Pat Atas-Bravas.

Ikboo, I have been wailing with laughter, and ds demanded to know so I had to tell him. He has just started spanish and loves Don De Esta!

Oh yes, bravo Ikiboo, for Don De Esta!

Pat Atas Bravas died at the hands of her rival in love, the bawdy wench from the Cafe D'Enders - Kathy Conleche

My, but the ball was wonderful last night!

Don Diego an I stamped and clapped and twirled until the sun rose across the pampas, and I last saw the Gels heading down to the village in search of new partners, for they had injured exhausted every partner on offer.

Now, while the house is quiet and everyone is still a-bed, I think I will take a tour of the house and its estates, to see what light I can shed on the Don's current situation.

its all going a bit ' i'm sorry i haven't a clue' on here, but bravo Donas.

I see DonDiego wakes early from his brief slumber]]. I shall tiptoe away daintily, so as not to arouse him his suspicion.

Dear Mini, come quickly with me! We try to discern to reason for the disappearance of some many young ladies!

Why ladies, calm yourselves. Here I am. All safe and intact(a)

I have been out enjoying the local flora and fauna I am minded to present the frog as a pet to any unsuitable husband Mistress Hully forces on me kindly arranges for me. The dear little animal exudes a charming potion, I believe.

Too late, he spotted me.

You go ahead, Mini, I'll catch you up. I feel there is something suspicious about the old family chapel. Perhaps begin there?

Kathy Conleche stole Pat Atas-Brava's lover, Don Paella y Tortilla, but he was a Spanish Fly by night and left her for Dona Kebab. Padre Don Cojones tells me she languishes in shame and grief in a convent high in the Andes.

The chapel exudes an air of melancholy and menace. Who can tell what dark deeds permeate its ancient and secretive walls?

what means this strange ritual?

I fear the inquisition will have words to say about it!

I fear it could be our arch nemesis

Alas, tis too late

May the lord preserve us from trial by fire!

Alas they have been breakfasting on board HMS IPOAT. Cook really should be confined to her cabin.

I never expected that.

Be assured, they are not after us. They are writhing and howling in pain after trying Cook's paella with ship's biscuit topping.

Nobody does

I have planned a picnic, what think you to my invitation, featuring DonJulio? surely that will tempt the ladies?