Arrrrrr. It's me, the Lusty Wench. Arrrrrr.
You're horribly late, lusty wench. Please get some ale for the thirsty, wind blown, lusty pirates. Maybe "poor dad" will whip up some tasty gruel for you from the galley.
Ahoy, pirates. I think I'm permanently on Vegas time. How long will that last? I'm getting lots of things done at night but my mornings are soooooo worthless now. Mercenary Maid from the crow's nest.