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Yer life, with all certainty, is as valuable as a dirty vermin. I'm gonna poison ye, yer gonna keep comin' back, I'm gonna clean me ship, yer gonna keep comin' back, why? Because ye keep smellin' me food, ye worthless dirty scallywag.
Yer gonna give me tail 'till yer hanged. Yer purpose in life is to be obsessing over me daily. Yer purpose in life is to be in your tiny little sailor ship obsessing over a man daily.
Yer life is NOTHING. Ye serve NO PURPOSE. Ye should hang yerself NOW. And give some other sailor a piece of that air and that sea so we can travel all over this godforsaken world. Because what yer here for? To worship me? HANG YERSELF. And I mean that with the certainty of mine- no, of me whole crew.
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