the ravings of the questioning
‘Tis a fine day to be talkin’ like a marauder o’ the seas. Pillage yerselves a bottle or five o’ rum an’ enjoy th’ time while it lasts, ye scoundrels. Th’ beatings’ll continue on th’ morrow. ‘Til th’ morale improves.
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