Ahoy mateys! Me wench is fillin me up with grog and salt cod. Then if the scurvey don't get me, I'll be comin after ye gold. Then me crews gonna plunder yer wenchs.
Arrrghhhh!
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."
