'Tis certain the captain, Buck Pummelhorne, is missing. He'd been seen ashore sniffing around fey wenches, and straying too near yew trees. Rumour has it he was walking widdershins round a mushroom ring with the moon at his back on a Wednesday.
Askin' fer it!
Shore parties were sent alookin', but no sign of 'im was found. After what seemed like hours the crew decided it was close to tea-time and best be gettin' off.
We put to sea agin' and set sail for Whitewater in the archipelagoes with an eye on the faery gold won by rite of theft from the inattentive, though it needs a wash now (it'll come clean afore we sell it, qtrmstr Lambkin told Bilgerat to string it up in the crows' nest tomorrow an' let the wind at it to get the stink off, an' W.P-C Conkle sed 'e'd go up after to check the knots're tied right).
Mstrss Flick, ST-B, has been lookin' fer the Big Red Hat below decks, but I think Gussett shat in it an' dropped it over the side.
Mortimer Kline, thd. mt.-not. off. |
Don't do as this foolhardy freebooter is doing! Grip the organ firmly with both hands, avoid reading in high winds and try not to drink and read at the same time. |
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Watch out for wily theives, and petty filchers who may try to sneak upon you. |
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Now this bully's got the hang of things. A good, solid stance, non-obscuring headgear, and a firm, double-handed grip. |
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