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Originally Posted by The Saucepan Man
What's this about unions, young Gurthang my lad? Back in the days when I sailed on the tall ships from Numenor, we didn't have no truck with unions. Oh no. In those days, we knew that we would get an honest wage for an honest day's work. And I wouldn't have missed it for all the pipeweed in Eriador. The things we saw. Strange wondrous things. Oh yes, I could tell you such stories. Like the time that we were becalmed and heard strange siren voice calling from the mist. Harpies they were my lad. Harpies, I tell thee. Foul vultures, with the heads of old hags and the voices of maidens. If it hadn't been for my quick thinking, binding the crew's ears with bandages, we would all have been lost. Lost, I tell thee. Now they don't teach you that kind of thing in yon new-fangled unions, do they?
Unions! Tsk!
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Young! Maybe I be only half your old age, but I've still have a good hunnard 'n thirty years in this harbour! More than you, with all your trapsin' across the sea! I'd have all your tales for my own if I'd ever had legs for the waves, but you can have 'em anyway! Tales of all this far off water and pipeweed! Tuh! pipeweed... who needs the foul tastin' stuff. You've plenty of ye own tales and rubbish, I'll give ya that, but I know more about this here harbour. In fact, I'd be
your boss, if I weren't so good at heftin' crate. You may be my senior by a good margin, but I've been in this harbour longer then ye, and that's a fact!