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Avast, ye scurvy dogs! I be facing a quandery: me first mate, Sade, be hosting a revelry this comin' Halloween, and there also be RHPS and zombie wenches a' taking of their finery. What's a captain to do? Yar, if only I be a steampunk captain, then I could a' order me crew to 'aquire' a time hopper, but nay, me ship doesn't fly and me crew is a bunch of drunkards and fools.

There be swing dancing this eve! I went askin' me first wench, Emi, to accompany me to this fine gatherin,' but the wench has not given me 'er aye or nay.

I be going to school now, must because well versed in finer points of rapin', pillaging an' murderin.'

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Ahoy maties! After long last I have good pictures of my mourning gown. Go look at them or I'll buckle your swash so hard your grandchildren will be born landlubbers.