

Been lost at land for days now.
Just can't seem to find me way back to the salty sea.
Ye may call me the admirable Admiral Raioo... ^ ^ ^ Ye owe me a grog... Tis horribly bad luck for a woman to be aboard me ship... but then ye be no sort o' woman. Return to the depths o' the locker, ye grotesque creature! Thar be no way ye'll be bestin' me at th' life o' piratin'! Th' seas be no place fer a wench like ye...
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