Arrr ye scurvy dog. Oi'll send ye to Davey Jones' locker, ye scurvey cur. I say to me bo'suns, batten down the main sail, mateys, for thar she blows. Arrrr!
Arrr ye scurvy dog. Oi'll send ye to Davey Jones' locker, ye scurvey cur. I say to me bo'suns, batten down the main sail, mateys, for thar she blows. Arrrr!
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