harrrr! greetings to ya, wenchish woman pirate of canadian ilk! hyre's hopin you've got a westerly wind in yer sails and a sharp cutlass in yer paw to swipe those slack lads and lasses with if they be misbehavin! are ye wearin a bandanna and sayin 'arrr' a lot! ye better be!
The pirate speaks,"ha! you're fabulous! none o' them showed, which was a pity, cos i had sharpened me cutlass good. at least me thighs got a good work out from crouchin' behind t' door ready t' sprin'. . . for an hour. have t' go wash off me fake beard and scars. (it's nightime here now.) lubs"
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