Yar! Today be squalk like a pirate day. 'Tis a good day indeed; spent it with me class of real pirates, me precious felons and wenches. The crew pilfered ye ol' butcher paper to study the lives of 'em land lubbers. 'For this though we squander our hours in the council of the ship blubbering over the problems of the sea. The council then voted to be forcin' the master of the high seas to the plank. Say you shall there be but a score and seven hours in a day? Yar, there be not for this foolishness that be makin' us to the chokey and be askin' us to turn lead into gold? Be ye as crazy as a salted herring and be damned for the contempt. Davey Jones be decidin' your wretched fate. Gar!
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