Day 331: Aye, 'tis the eve before the battle, and the Black Blade be takin' her leisure at polishin' her best poniard for the engagement. What's that, ye say? Ye didna know September was the month o' pirates? Ye'd best be keepin a weather-eye on that horizon, matey, lest the Black Blade take you sleepin' on your watch. She's not in a pretty mood, that one, 'cuz the bloody rum is nigh onto gone, and Her Ladyship's lookin' to redecorate her cabin with the innards of the scallywags wot drunk it. Best mind yer appendages, lad, if it were you who's been nickin' the juice.
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