Ahoy.
I started my career in the ratplagued Hutt´s of Isla Mona, with a handfull man, who votes me for Captain, cous`am tha most crazy on Board, and the oldest wolf in the pack. I bow my knee not for a king, and not for pardon.Its better to die standing, than live on my knee`s....so i`m a pirate, smuggler and cutthroath, seldom sober, but often drunk. I begun my third life now, after loosing all i have had, a beggar,again,i am, but a king i have been, twice time, and not yet for the last time, i think.Well...thats the truth, ask one of the four wind`s or any of the seven devils. Yesterday i was landed here, today i rest and recover from hard drinking, and tomorrow i set sail again. By all bones on the ground of the shark bay, thats my true story, brothers. St.George may struk me with blindness and abstinentia if i ly. Well,...an old pirate i am, couse i am what i am, at the end, and to the end.
This last pull from the bottle of yesterday evening to your luck and health, my comrades.
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Ahoy, i need a Wiskey, the bottle from yesterday is empty like my pockets are.
See ya, sons of the sea.
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