Scupper that!
Tis a mad scurvy dog he who dares hodl! Lower yer masts and sodl yer coins, I spy rough seas ahead cap'n!
Did ye hear the canon shots last night? A final warning ya reckon?
Yar need to lay off the rum lad!
Ol' Cap'n loves to visit Casablanca. Those cannon shots were Ol' Cap'n mixing up his Moroccan with his gun powder, easy to do with a hookah by candlelight. I dare say I nearly lost me beard!
Maybe Ol' Cap'n should lay off the rum too!
Any skipper worth his weight can handle rough seas, especially if they want to reach the fabled City of Digital Gold. I'd rather end up in Davey Jones's locker than spend the rest of me days on dry land.
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