Ahoy mateys! Me thinks me hull has sprung a leak. She's going down fast....jettison the cannonballs and the wenchs. Keep the grog and the salt cod!
Come Halloween, me and the mateys are comin to Guvnor Davidson's house dressed as Brit Tax Collectors! Then we going to bathe in your pond and kill ye fish! Yes mateys! It's me own version of the Boston Tea Party!
(just kidding)
Black Jack Kidd, what kind of cod be that monster! Can ye salt it?
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."
