Arrrr!
THIS HERE MANIFEST FROM SEA-ENN-BEE-SEA claim that a sea dog of my age has to sock away SEVENTEEN HUNDRED Doubloons a moon to have sufficient provision for his final voyages in life. That's more Pieces of Eight per year than I've had the joss to plunder on MY BEST YEAR! How, I wonder as loudly as a fusilade of sakers, am I supposed to scarf up that kind of treasure chest in these foul winds and nasty waves of the day?
I want to keelhaul an economist.
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