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Goldstones and a Dried Fishers Net

THEY CAST NET IN THE WATERS THE FISHES WERE NETTED AND WAITED HARVEST THERE NETS WERE TORN AND DRIED UP AND THE FISH THEY CAUGHT FELL BACK INTO THE SEA THEY CURSED THE CREW AND FOUND FAULT IN MANY THEY TURNED THEIR SHIP BACK TOWARD THE SHORE THEY SPOKE OF THE MEN'S WIVES AS HARLOTS SLUTS AND WHORES THEY TOLD THEM TO TAKE THEIR THINGS AND LEFT THESE MEN ON THE SHORE WE WAITED THERE FOR FOUR DAYS, UNTIL THESE SEADOGS CAME BACK TO FETCH US ! "I WHIPPED THE ASS OF THE CAPTAIN, AND HIS SECOND MATE, WANTED TO KISS ME !" MEANIOUIS THE mERCHANT THE FISHING SHIP USS MISSION

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