Ahoy there mateys, me be feelin' low 'n prone to the scurvy & gout. It be seemin' that me mateys who wear black & gold tights will be a sailin' home to da three rivers wit no booty to show. It be a sad night for plunderin' in landlubbin Jacksonville.
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."
