I eat me greens, when the liver they be giving'is green.
( It is, after all, life at sea. ) Had some... think was carrot? Couple of... wasn't long, was... reckon, three ports ago?
( A diet to write home about, arguably as epistolary horror. But then, Mr. Eames has hardly finalised the last of his account, and he be hurtin' enough to reach for the bottle again, tapping his fingers on the edge, so the good doctor might understand he wants it returned.
You don't grab from a medicine man. )
Was... right after... we sang for ole Cayman's birthing day, we did. Sang... over three, was it four? Four barrels, all of us. Don't reckon, me, ever be we stopped...
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( It is, after all, life at sea. ) Had some... think was carrot? Couple of... wasn't long, was... reckon, three ports ago?
( A diet to write home about, arguably as epistolary horror. But then, Mr. Eames has hardly finalised the last of his account, and he be hurtin' enough to reach for the bottle again, tapping his fingers on the edge, so the good doctor might understand he wants it returned.
You don't grab from a medicine man. )
Was... right after... we sang for ole Cayman's birthing day, we did. Sang... over three, was it four? Four barrels, all of us. Don't reckon, me, ever be we stopped...