".. and the noble Boatswain took the helm because of the desertion of the officers. Through the raging gale his monumental chin could be seen, rain blowing across his handsome brow, while the Hurricane roared. With a quick flick of the wrist he kept the mighty ship safe, while the helpless passengers wailed in grief. Never was a more noble man than he...".
Garf, 'an 'who writes that clap, but I like it an' it's a gonna describe the siteration soonest, me thinks!
WOMEN are NOT allowed aboard, sfamc. And to let them inta the Rum locker is an offense punishible by th' GRATING'S, ye' bastard.
We've a lot o' good California beer atap on the foredeck. Bring yer mugs, ye scurvy Mugs, and when Cp'n Wyr gets back we'll roll 'im for the rum key.