(that made me laugh out loud)
That would be the fault of me poor coding skills, think on! No sech thing as “eers”–I be PEERing out the porthole, alookin’ for someone who leaves wet footprints on the dock. Sharp as tack, I am.
Captainess, my Captainess–Cook requests shore leave. Cook has some personal business to attend to.
You always say I can join in on the plunderin’ and such. And what happens? Ye gets peckish and demands a fine meal from me, that’s what. Hae ye ne’er heard o’ fastin’, Captainess, girl? Ye’ll bust yer stays if you keep on eatin’ me bag puddings. (christ, did that sound dirty–I meant actual pudding!).
And that’s no treasure map-- that’s me receipt for bag puddin’!
Now there is an annoyingly persistent high-pitched whistling coming from apparently nowhere in particular. Oh, and the wind seems to be freshening with alarming suddenness.
You try to be nice, and what do you get? Cannonballs through the bottom of your boat, incontinent tomcats in your face, kegs of powder dropped in your lap… Some people just won’t be told.
Aye, Matey, I’m the entertainer on this ship! If you can learn some quick Sondheim and Bernstein, you can join up in our chorus line. Bring your jazz hands!
