”A scurvy old sea dog be countin’ his gold. Banned and cursed but his stories be told. Quarter Master with a spot marked eye. A scar on his chin, black as ye sin”
”Ye ship’s Master Gunner be a young quiet lad, his charm makes no lady sad.
But when ye rum is flowin’ in ye dark of ye night, he fumbles with his guns and starts lookin’ fer a fight…”