Ahoy
Avast mateys!
This fine day I set sail for the port of new york. If the winds hold and
the weather's fair we'll drop anchor this evening.
I missed the morning tide, sleeping like a drunkard on the fourth watch
in my bed. I wish I could say I had been on shore with gin and wenches,
but I worked into the wee hours loading booty into the hold.
Now I must head to port, raise anchor and sail to the east. May your
weather be fair and your wenches fairer.
Cap'n Ian
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