Ahoy thar, I was directed (under thee punishment of keel haulin') to sail into this port an swap tales of pillagin' an plunderin' of vast quantities of aged meats. Well, me hearties, whilst I dabble in such shananigan's, me real folly is to pass a quiet sunset, with me faithful sea dog "Ol Rumpot", scuttlin' tankards of grog an' consorting with nasty Nellys. An' that, me lads, ain't no landcrabs tale.. So now, me an' me mates'll weigh anchor an' sail to ports unknown to stir yonder fires. Good day to ya now, The Cap'n.