Deck Hand Sharkchum wrote:Mum
Twas her bein' an arbor wench which made me scurvy da' fall in love wit' er (that an tha three pint's o' grog)
THREE PINTS O GROG!!! I'll take ye aboard my crew anyday matey, ye be cheap ta look after! The ship's doctor has fourteen botttles o Capn's Delight afore breakfast an he be the one what's monitorin our drinkin habits!
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.