Flyin’ the Jolly Roger: Arrrrr, this scurvy has laid waste to me shipmates, one an’ all, and I’m still addled by it. No dashing corsair ter swashbuckle up with me grog, either. Juss me an’ me fur-mates here in the bunk. Have ter be back ter sea a’mornin, so feeling well or no, me be weighin’ anchor and making way for the booty chest – so happens the cap’n will be handin’ ’round the pieces o’ eight. Gon’ ter take a lot o’ swabbing ter get everythin’ shipshape when I get thar.