We was supposed to set sail at the crack of dawn today, but we didn't shove off until about two hours ago. Me scurvy crew can't tell a bunghole from their assholes. And me navigator has turrets. The memory of me mentor, One Eyed Phil keeps me going, though. I never did learn what happened to him, one day he was just gone, and all that was left
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