Errr not that one neither...and I had been on the grog a lil mer than tis usual fer me that day, besides the lad shouln't a been wearin that skart and a singin pretty.
Me crew, the one I be captain of mate, the one that'll tear yer lem from lem from limb. The one that is with me through thick n thin, troubled waters and smooth sailin, the ones worthy a me to call a crew.
Tis somethin I don't be spectin ye ta understand, with yer first mate runnin off with yer wench n all. Yer first mate bein a wench herself didn't make it too easy fer ya niether. Did ye ever get hold a those pills yer ole cook tried sellin ye when ye caught yer whore of a wench with 'im?
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