There goes a good pirate, Stub Ear, to sell his wares like a fish peddler. Meaning no disrespect to the skipper, of course.
And us, with a price on our heads, hove to in one of His Majesty's ports like sitting ducks.
But if the skipper pulls us through again, we'll be the ducks what laid the golden eggs.
Ye be thinking of geese, if you'll pardon the correction, Poison Paul. Geese... on a wild goose chase.
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