Turn 15 - Aside fr'm the Cap'n an First Mate, that is.Yar, I be trying to wipe the squid off of the first mate befor' anything bad happens.
Yar, I be stopping what I be doing and throwing a birthd'y party... I don't know why...
(1)No one joins in yer celebrations, an ye've got a cursed bite, so like a true pirate ye drink yer troubles away... w' yer medicinals. 191 proof burns yer throat and makes ye black out in a single sip.
Clean those cannons!
(4) Arr, them cannons be spick an' span, like a good cannon should be!
First ah shall fix tha hole in out gunner deck
(5) What kind o' puny timbers succumb to a mere cannon backfire? Right bloody amateurs, that's who built it! Well, ye showed them! No bloody cannon's going ter fall through that on it's own, yarr!
"Ahahahahaoock! *koff koff* "
See the cap'n about what I should do 'bout me illness.
(5) As ye go ta see 'im, yer head feels much clearer, yer nose be not stuffy, an' yer throat stops hurtin'. Well, that were fast!
Woops! Help cure the hides.
(4) The ratdogman hides be greasy an' nasty, an many o' them a bit burnt, but they be no match fer an aggressive tannin'. (2) Afterwards, the ship's natural cinnamon odor o'erpowers th' foul tannin' smell.
Sit down fer a few moments 'till me brain gets some blood back in it. 'Till then I figure it be a bad idea to do anythin' strenuous, with me thoughts scatterred like a frightened school o' fishes.
(2) Arr, looks like yer going ter need ta sit down a while longer.
Apologies fer the long break, mateys. I were a bit too busy fer far too long a stretch ta get oot th' dice.
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