I be thinkin’ ‘n’ figur’d it be jus’ like keepin’ the ship’s log. So’s not too much trouble.
If ye don’t be countin’ on a bucko to write, that is. Me logs be like a tangled net. That’s why I ha’ me cabin boy to keep things nice ‘n’ tidy.
Now where’d be that son of a mangy dog?
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