Day 261: 'Tis a word t' th' wise I'll be givin' ye: dinna be a'ter molestin' th' Sundews o' Lake St. Clair fer they be guarded by th' most ferociousest o' pirates in th' 'ole o' th' Pacific Northwest. 'Tis Cap'n Morgan Corbye 'erse'f wot pertects them, an' ye never knows whereat she might be layin' by. Comes an' goes like th' mist, they says, an' disguises 'erse'f t' be tooken fer a common sailor, but mind ye well! Should she come alongside ye, ye'd best hove to an' be prepared t' show ye've no pilfered plants aboard. St. Clair is deep waters, matey, an' stained wi' th' blood o' many wot tried t' lift one o' them sticky little devils.
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