That was in the days when I moved among the bon ton of the of the London literarti. A pied a terre in Roma and an attic in Bloomsbury. Now Goody, of the pale cheeks and wraith like appearance, your Capt'n has fallen on hard times and has to make a living from the sea.
You are always making sad fare-the-wells Mistress Goody and now it is as Black-eyed Susan. This Capt'n will not send you from the ship as the bo'sun did to Susan - so haul your baggage back aboard.
Dear Pirate AC
My dear Freddie
You speak of baggage . She is in her cups, fouling the sails, hiding willy lump lump in her padded corset and singing of Green Gables, O!
Your Goody has felt like black-eyed Susan, dear Freddie, since it was bruited that poor Goody drest in dupioni tatters would fetch a pretty penny. Can you deny you said it? No? And now Hard Times? Chantage?
Even so Goody helpless against the charm of her black-hearted pirate returns. But she will be bringing her old nanny....goat.
Your own Goody