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Pour, oh, pour the pirate sherry;
My mind is being gnawed by the cankering tooth of mystery. There is much to do today for a piratical maid-of-all -work in the galley so I do not have longto decipher the ramblings of my crewmates. few though they have been thus far. I shall see what may be done ere I go - or it will be nowt but ships' biscuit for supper...
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
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