I had a wonderful happy hour... Seems like some of my shipmates got a tad testy with me tho... Tisk, tisk..
Seems like some of my shipmates are into me walking the plank after dragging me out of my Hobbit Hole...
Seems like my shipmates, Palo, Habs, and Neets are having a little problem with my lifestyle...
My goodness.. jealousy is such a "greeeen" beasty... What's a woman to do?
Come Capt'n, lets leave the unwashed in the dust and plan our day.... Shall we?
Well you see my little darling – Palo Habs and Neets in these times when the picking are slim and there is not much in the way of booty coming our way – and they see the Captn's cabin wench living high on the hog. They are thinking I am holding out on them. There has been muttering and murmuring b'low decks. We will have to divert their attention from the imaginings with a little bread and lots of circuses.
So now my lusty nautical compass rose – I am thinking of riggin' a high wire 'tween the masts – you have a head for heights my dear and I think we can rustle up some spangled tights. You can do that for your sea daddy now?