Wake yerselves, ye worthless, bleedin’ scabs!
What indolent cockroaches such as yerselves be still among th’ livin’..breathing in th’ salty air as if it were the last gasp of freedom t’ yer worthless lives? Who still has that insatiable hunger fer adventure, greed that can never be satisfied, and can keep from drenching ones self in their own bodily fluids as they stare at Death, and then spit in its face?
Pray tell, be there anyone left here ter call a worthwhile crew?
Or do I have t’be taking back what’s mine all by m’self..
-A very piercing screech rips through the air.-
Ah, I didn’ ferget ye, Jack.. –Pats at the clothed capuchin perched atop his shoulder.-
What indolent cockroaches such as yerselves be still among th’ livin’..breathing in th’ salty air as if it were the last gasp of freedom t’ yer worthless lives? Who still has that insatiable hunger fer adventure, greed that can never be satisfied, and can keep from drenching ones self in their own bodily fluids as they stare at Death, and then spit in its face?
Pray tell, be there anyone left here ter call a worthwhile crew?
Or do I have t’be taking back what’s mine all by m’self..
-A very piercing screech rips through the air.-
Ah, I didn’ ferget ye, Jack.. –Pats at the clothed capuchin perched atop his shoulder.-
