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You mentioned that in your blog post on the subject, and I found it a beautiful image. My condolences on the loss of Biscuits.
I mean, er...
Yarr! Death's a rum do and make no mistake. Still, we all must draw the Black Spot one day; we can only hope we leaves behind a tale worth the tellin', and shipmates what'll honour us in our passin'. Mistress Biscuits were a fine crewmate, lad, an' ye've done right by her, so ye have. We grieves with ye, Mr. Stoat, aye. |
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