Tyler
It be my happy dooty to sing the stave and report the report from Treasure Island: Maybe I was shook! 'Twas a sea-chest of veritable plunder, by thunder! For I’m afeared I ain't a-going fer the ol' widdery pirate swab tales when this blunty booty were the blueprint, red crosses an all. I'll not deny neither I was on'y cruising for want of fairway fancy, and ne'er a finer fancy did I feign find. A fo'c'sle party o' me hearties on the lee-shore needn't bore the oilskins, for this holds water (in a manner o' speak); aye, there'd be no bailing afore we get sailing. What say, eh?
All that Tyler said was a riddle to you, but he would have never guessed it from your tone.
It be my happy dooty to sing the stave and report the report from Treasure Island: Maybe I was shook! 'Twas a sea-chest of veritable plunder, by thunder! For I’m afeared I ain't a-going fer the ol' widdery pirate swab tales when this blunty booty were the blueprint, red crosses an all. I'll not deny neither I was on'y cruising for want of fairway fancy, and ne'er a finer fancy did I feign find. A fo'c'sle party o' me hearties on the lee-shore needn't bore the oilskins, for this holds water (in a manner o' speak); aye, there'd be no bailing afore we get sailing. What say, eh?
All that Tyler said was a riddle to you, but he would have never guessed it from your tone.
