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Avast ye, me fellow hearties!
(God ... What's become of me? Perhaps the best way of explaining this is that this is the diary of a friend of mine, who was always good at skiing, and the blacker the run the better. So, he went north of Norway, to one of those towns that ... that I gather are typical, in that part of the world.
I quote from the chewed, acid-burned tape that made it back to London; but bear in mind, please, that Tevin was a bloody good bloke. And that when he refered to his guides in a somewhat negative way, it was only because he was raised like that. So ...)
- 'Me crew is playing the drums on the human skulls! The sails of me ship are as dark as the wings of a long-winged bat'
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- Me and me men are going to compromise yer immortal soul, Tevin.
But not in the usual way. Me and me men, from the bottom of the sea, so quite close to hell, me heartie, are going to offer you a lucrative publishing deal first!
And then not return your phone calls!
Me and me men are not bitter, though! A life on the ocean waves seems quite the the thing! (Although as captain of ...this ship, perhaps I should send a cheque to the dolphin's family - they are beautiful creatures, and what happened, under the circumstances, seemed especially unfortunate ...
(this was the last anyone heard of this character, until a while or so later, ze fetched up in the belly of a giant squid. It was one of the 'deep sea' ones, though - line up it's tentacles from end to end, I gather, and it would just have been ... quite long. Marble Arch to Camden Town!
He continued, in his delirium;
'All I'm saying is that I'd advise Londoners to be less complacent. Because they have a range, these beasts. And it's difficult to reason with them, at least unless you've got, about your person (various things it's not germane to talk about, but including 'the mark')
Don't make the same mistakes that I did ...
What was I on about, originally? Oh God, no ...
It doesn't matter.
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