her's slip'd on she in mate's slops
.
Yarrrrr
'course I know'd
my purty wanted tuh sail wit
her corsair
she be no landlubber
Thar
two lay'n'half mine cutlass
they laid curse her lay'n
with mine
this campaign
to the sharks the
devilz
To mine cabin
Wench
*hold on..."wench" wuz an endearing term
the dayz we now find enamoring ')
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