It was not you, my little avaricious bird of paradise, but I that made the mistake; or rather your subtlety did confound this simple sailor. You must forgive me for appearing so unmoved by your plight for it is lo these many years that I have paid for congress of the sort you have in mind. I should have realized that tatting would scarcely cover your gossamer silks let alone your acajou mouchete and I am not unmindful of the expense for the upkeep of your silken Louis 16th chambre d'amour.
The truth dear demimonde my heart is held in thrall by another who would do me grievous injury should word of dalliances be bruited on the thread.
I have perfect aim.. as you surely well know, and can split my spit, for a sound double blow..
So Miss Goody Two Shoes and you should beware, not to tread on this wench, only play if you dare...
For under the banner of "come one come all", my Capt'n may founder, when the Siren's do call..
My Dear Freddie
..whispering ..Mistress Goody holds your posies wrapped in grape vines to her crimsoning cheek and dreams of the sea.
Though wrench Goody knows with equal ease how to vex and how to please, your pirate heart belongs to another - cette Gran-la.
Rising weakly, Goody, posies falling from her tiny starfish fingers, flies weightlessly away leaving only the scent of...sortilege