Yaharr me hearties! Ye fine cap’n’s been conned into readin’ publicly from ‘is marvellous tales o’ the seas. There be some pub in Burton on Trent what includes the word ‘Whistle’ in its name y’see, an’ on some Wednesdays they be havin’ poetical readin’s. Aarr, ye captain be a lyrical sort o’ drunk an’ as been persuaded to turn up and tell yon poets an adventure. I’ll be findin’ out the precise name an’ time later, but should ye wish to see ye handsome pirate captain (in the slightly decayed flesh), I be in this pub on the first o’ November. It’d be grand to be bought a mug of ale.
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