...and others, yawl should know that I'm listing to port, not that I swilled any, but I see three sheets ablowin' in the wind, and I don't know how heavy the anchors are even though I aweighed them. The compass rose is in full bloom, and I've rigged the helm to head south by nor' west whilst I climb to the orlop deck and sink into me hammock before the dog with the watch awakens me...Fair sailing, mateys, and make sure you pay the fare before coming abroad.......aboard.
Well shiver me timbers stuey. Mind them landlubbers me hearty. Theym don't know their bowsprit from their jackstaff matey. A safe harbour for you, and may your caulking never come adrift. :o}