If anyone is bothered, there's a super storm a blowin', in the Shakespeare Ocean, me heartys. (An there's much ado on the horizon.)
If ye grasp a portrait of the old Whistle nose, MasteR Will, up there with the crows, and his famous warpes coat, sayest thou what dost thou thinkest?
Or am i a complete and utter Dutchman? me old salts!
Regards and ah-haar to yee.
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