Ahoy Mateys....me thinks me feels the fall winds blowin' as me ship's comin' down off dry dock.
Me thinks me might play some poker with some other Captains while me ships getting loaded wit grog, salt cod, and fresh wenchs!
If me lose, me thinks the mateys and I might plunder and pillage this sad little port town.
On the other hand, if me wins me thinks me might plunder and pillage this sad little port town.
Arrrggghhhh! the fall winds make for the best plunderrin!!!!!!
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
