Capn's log Yarr date the Ides of March
I were nibblin on me biscuit t'other nite when a terrible thought struck me...what if the crew get fed up of four lashins a day!
I always gets a bit nervous about this time o the year. I don't think any o me crew have read Julius Caeser - come to think on it - I don't think any o me crew can read, but bein an all conquerin pirate mastermind with a heap o booty piled up in his cabin can get to playin on a man's mind.
I heared the men a whisperin in the Bilges t'other nite...somethin about -'If we gets Fish Head Stew one more time...mutinous dogs the lot of em!
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.