Avast, mateys, for 'tis a day of great celebration! Arr, shiver me timbers, it be a grand day fer piratin' and lootin'. Yarr, 'tis an ill wind blowin' on me decks, fer me bo'sun be as scurvy as a dog but there be a great booty o' rum underdeck, I ken he'll be better in th' mornin'. Alas, me own skin I be worried fer, as I be havin' a great threat
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