We be havin' th' game laid out on a plate fer us by Pipes before them thar' lice ridden inmates even knew what be hittin' them.
After that it be like ye be playin' in ye sleep. Not once but twice they be runnin' right by ye. While ye all be standin' around heads in th' clouds.
Ye all be scrubbin' th' decks in ye small clothes fer th' rest o' th' week. 'n th' first man who be complainin' about heat stroke or frost bite or any other kind o' them thar' maladies will be gettin' keel hauled, twice.
We be facin' them thar' hard hittin' Orcs next. If ye don't be puttin' three past them, ye will all be ack here scrubbin' decks in ye small clothes until ye children have grown whiskers."”
We be havin' th' game laid out on a plate fer us by Pipes before them thar' lice ridden inmates even knew what be hittin' them.
After that it be like ye be playin' in ye sleep. Not once but twice they be runnin' right by ye. While ye all be standin' around heads in th' clouds.
Ye all be scrubbin' th' decks in ye small clothes fer th' rest o' th' week. 'n th' first man who be complainin' about heat stroke or frost bite or any other kind o' them thar' maladies will be gettin' keel hauled, twice.
We be facin' them thar' hard hittin' Orcs next. If ye don't be puttin' three past them, ye will all be ack here scrubbin' decks in ye small clothes until ye children have grown whiskers."”