Out, Black Spot! Out, I say!-- Wun; too; whye, then 'tis
toime to do't ;--Hell be murrrky!--Fie, cap'n, fie! a pyrate,
an' afearrrd? Wot need we fear who nose hit, wen nun can call
arrr powrrr to account?--Yet who wood ov thought thee Cronan to
'ave 'ad so much blood in 'im...
DIE SPAMMERS DIE
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin