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| Emo Pirate Captain, sir, remember that scurvy scoundrel who you let go free because you said you were "too depressed to keel-haul him today"? | |
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| Well, it seems he's killed the ship's cook, raped the kitchen wench, stolen some of our treasure, and made off in our lifeboat. | |
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| Yarr. 'Tis the third time this month. | |
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| So, um, what are your orders, sir? | |
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| Ye can do what ye like, matey. I'm goin' ta me cabin ta write a song about it. | |
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