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Arr! Mebbe you scrappy landlubbers could start talkn' about what we be tryin' t' do here, instead a' fightin' amongst yerselves, ye pack of pox-infested swine!
I be a' thinkin' fer instance, that even though th' cap'n (or somebody) sez tha we won't learn th' alignment o' the scurvy dog we force to walk the plank each day, there's one man among us who be th' exception to that rule, if yer catch my drift.
Now, on t' more pressin' matters. Why is the rum gone?
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