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| Arrr matey. This mornin' I found me hook and it were smellin' like the anus of Davey Jones. | |
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| Oh my! I wonder what might've happened. | |
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a possible reconciliation
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| Don't play dumb, matey! I know it were ye! I notice the way ye look at me hook with that lusty look in yer eyes. I ought to make you walk to plank! | |
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| I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!! Maybe we could work something out? | |
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| Arr.... Yar, maybe we can work somethin out. Can a scallywag like you give a decent skullfucking? | |
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| Oh honey, just let me show you what this landlubber can do! | |
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