Aye Captain. We fought the good fight here
but the pond sucking wood worms Prior and Lindsay
ran away leaving us with this holey log of a ship
and all that remains is the Crow's Nest for ye, good Sir.
I miss ye ole crew and Admiral Daryl Alamo.
If'n ye has yer good eye on some Weed or Hemp,
could be about the right time to think about a
Trade For Food, Captain Bly Good Sir.
Next time that ole plank comes wit'in distance
im's going overside and bringing her back.
Thought I remembered seeing Mortimer still sittin
there flappin his wing. Looked like his peg was
stuck in a worm hole. Poor Parrot.
As fer Oh W Vee Aye all is lost.