A petite, playful pirate arrives ashore. Readying the sideboy to assist with leavin’ the ship, the captain looks distraught. Ye- bein’ a saltyboy ask the lass what the trouble maybe..
“Ahoy thar, pardon my misfortune, we be seekers in need of a slipway,” she says, explainin’,
“Ai was takin’ a gander at me slopchest and suddenly we be recievin’ a shot across bow, now me ship be takin’ on water fast and enough that Ai can not be reachin’ the hull below to release the wa’er, I be a snugloader too.” She dismayed, wipin’ her brow as she asks, “Yer township house a saloon?”
“Aye, Lass,” ye answer, “May yer’ vessel happen to be a self-unloader? It looks like your anchored short stay, I’ll gather a few good men to ready that slipway and ye ship. We will surely make quickwork mendin’ ye up with caulk. With luck hopin’, yer’ booty is recovered and ye may entice these gentlemen o’ fortune to go on the account.”
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