We be going on vacation. Get y'ships an' 'ead t'remote beach. We be settin' up a little sea-side place fer us, savvy?

Miss Raine, be bringin' y'self along. I'm sure the First Mate be wantin' y'presence, aye?

I guess it's virus time wit' all of th' people flippin' out aye?

I think I'm affected.

But then again, I don't feel a thin'.

/drinks rum