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Avast ye, Jack lads and pretty jewels. Ye'd best know t'day's a day o'great booty for thems what gen'rally gets high strung. Now just so's yer moonraker curves ta me gust, there's many a day these bones t'would not take up with this sort of skullduggery, bein' as so many dirt lovers know it well a'ready. But th' ship's a fine one ta ride in, grand enough ta hold e'en thems without gills, an' this be too that very same path o' th' sun thats seen this jolly (whats ne'er been her majesty's jolly) make th' first entry in 'is Lively Log. 'Tis been twelve moons most full, an' I hope ta see ye here agin when next we turn the wrist fer all th' scalawags out there.