Aye she is indeed a sweet pretty wench indeed. If me find her as a stowaway on ye ship I will make sure ye get to ye Capt's quarters so ye can give her proper punishment. Thank ye for taking care of ye crew. May ye enjoy plentiful wenches, rum, and song.
Here be a reminder of our many voyages to the Orient. Be there a member of the crewe who doesn't remember the first time we dropped anchor and rowed ashore, only to be greeted by her when she said, "Fuckee suckee sailor boy."? Arrgh! The wet memories. Arrrgh Arrrgh!