Day 340 (Part the Second): Ye'd best not let th' Black Blade ketch you peepin' through that knot'ole, laddie. Aye, I knows ye wants a share o' the booty...maybe too big a share, I'm thinkin'...but 'er Ladyship don't take right kindly to them as goes nosin' where they ought not to be. She'll not be pettin' yer back wi' the cat-o'-nine-tails, not 'er. She'll measure yer length on the deck wi' that one-fisted monkey o' 'ern. Gots a rock in it size o' a orange, it does. I seen her pelt it a hunnert feet and 'it 'er target square on the mark. Ye'd best be puttin' all thoughts o' treasure outter yer mind, mate, if ye 'ave a mind to keepin' yer 'ead on yer shoulders. Hist! Get below! I 'ears 'er scrabblin' about in there an' she don't sound like she's in a sunny mood!
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