The crew are getting restless, it must be the scurvy crabs. Who let those fly boys onboard?
Heave a line, and orft we drift..........what's that stuck on my heel

.........well I never, dog shit, who brought a dog onboard?

Own up, we must eat meat.
Cast off JR.......glad to see him drift away.......
Is that land I see......haul away on JR, he needs the exercise. Owdun put down my dog and get below. No don't shoot the dog...eejit, just put it on the deck.
Farks sake what a crew. Now, where's me shore going rig.
Leather biker cap, leather jacket, leather thong and boots. OK that's Toots rigged, think I'll wear these cargo pants, handy pockets for dog munchies.
You should talk to somebody who gives a f**k.
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El Presidente