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I've got yer message, hic, and I feel it might be a little strang but, gyarr we salts have to stick together. I was dragged out of the Blue Admiral, something about an unpaid tab and ticklin' the waiting wenches. Barnicals I says, should be what be we dogs of the see strive fer. My helm's man dragged me off and I give report from the safty of his celler. (though he did make careful sure that all o' his women folk wernt in reach.) As far as what Miss Blood has to say I denounce it, just makes me want to ramble on, though not what all the crew wants to hear. Oh.. my head... bad rum is never a good cure. I am surounded by all sorts of noise and singen' sos I gots to be brief. As fer Sharon I just fawn over her pics. gyarr. I thinks Miss Hodgson is getting tiered of my comentry as I think I have been blocked out. and loni, well Loni is a diffrent lass, who I think would make a fine addition to the crew. Though be married and on the move, happy for her hubby. That's the way a wife should act mind, obident and putten' her husband first. No slight against the lass though, no slight. Me first mate also celibrate his second year on the water, he's still o'bit green but we support him the same, [happy] gyarr. But me covers been blown I better be getten' Damn troops.