Day 2: Where away adventure, lads? I hears it on th' wind, namin' me in a whisper wot durst no' be denied. 'Tis out there fer th' takin', an' them wot never dares wi' never know it, marooned in theys cozy armchairs like sad an' sorry castaways on fergotten islands, dead o' soul an' spirit, an' no excuse fer livin'. Wot chance may gi'e us, let 'er come fer good or ill, fer t' master circumstance be th' better proof o' character t' fellow an' self alike. Seize th' day! Let no man o' ye turn 'is face frae Fate, fer 'im wot sails wi' th' Black Blade sails into it bold as brass, an' no regrets. 'Oist th' mains'l, ye bloody shirkin' dogsbodies, an' make fast th' lines! 'Tis now t' do or die!
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