How boutta swiggg fer ol'tyme sake, Captain Bly
me's all dry'd up and me ear's bleed from HOT Aire round dis ship.
Ye know's thy owvi trut's here Captain and the spirits that try to
trick and decieve us to fools, we are not, and have stood many a
great battle against the ghosts of evil that surround this ship, sir.
The bennefit of the doubt leaves No Doubt, SHE IS DEAD, sir.
Holder of the Plank